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                         DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!!
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Part 6
	
	I was beginning to panic! Do I go in and help the girl? Could I turn 
off the machine? Turning off the machine might do her more harm than 
good. God...I don't know! No,... I must stick with my plan. If everything 
else went as planned, I would come back and help her later. Looking away, 
I walked further down the circular corridor to the next room. "Oh no", I 
though to myself. This one was not empty either. The lights were on. In the 
back, were the same two cylinders as in the other lab. But now I could 
almost see into them. Each contained a girl. A bluish fog drifted around 
their naked bodies. Their wrists where held together above their heads, 
locked into a metal bar and clamps. Their feet slightly spread and held at 
the bottom of the cylinder. A vertical tube started at the base and traveled 
up, between their legs, penetrating them. I continued walking, now in a 
daze. The next room held more horrors. There was a girl on a table. Her 
arms were strapped down above her head. Her feet and legs were help 
firmly in metal stirrups, like the kind my gynecologist uses. Only these had 
extra straps around the calves and thighs. A black object covered her 
exposed vagina and mons. Wires ran from the devices along the table to a 
control panel. And there was a strange clear plastic box surrounding her 
upper body, covering her breasts. Two tubes ran from the top of the box 
over to another machine. She was looking towards me, but her eyes were 
closed. Suddenly, some lights blinked on the control panel. Her eyes 
opened wide and she let out a long moan, 
"ooooooooohhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Noooooo 
mooreeeee. Pleeease.... nooooo mooooore." Her body began to quiver. 
This was too much. I had to try and help.

	Using the keypad, I entered the room. She looked over to me, then 
closed her eyes in defeat. I remembered the jacket I was wearing. She 
probably though I was here to continue with the experiment, or monitor 
her, or something. "My name is Rachel, I want to help you", I whispered. 
She opened her eyes, her body still shaking. "What is this machine doing to 
you?" I asked. "Let me help you." Taking short breaths she said, "Neehww 
Drrug,.....Constant sppppraahy on myyy br..easts!" Then the lights began 
to blink again. I heard a low hiss as I looked closer. A mist was spraying 
down over her nipples and breasts. Again she began to moan and quiver. 
"Caaahnt laaastt much longeeehr!" Without thinking I scanned the control 
panel. One knob said 'Dosage'. Another said 'Interval'. A red switch said 
'Power'. I flipped it! The indicator lights went out but the spray continued. 
"Oh no, it's not stopping" I though. Her body was beginning to shake more 
violently. I had to stop the spray! What about the tubes? They led from the 
box covering her breasts, along the table, over to a larger machine. I ran to 
the machine. Grabbing one of the two thin tubes, I pulled hard where it was 
connected. It slipped off the fitting. At that instant, I realized the
mistake I 
had made! A stream of the clear liquid squirted out of the open valve. I 
jumped back as fast as I could. Not fast enough. I felt the spray hit the 
front of the jacket, right between my breasts. I stumbled back. The girls 
eyes were open wide and drool was running out of her mouth. The drug 
continued to spray over her left breast. The liquid absorbed into my cotton 
tee-shirt and slowly began to cover my nipples. I have to get the shirt off! 
But it was too late. I felt a warmth in my breasts. My nipples became hard. 
My mind began to fog. Collapsing on the floor, I dragged my body as far 
away from the liquid pooling at the base of the machine. The warmth had 
now traveled through my body to my pussy. I was sooooo wet! I wanted 
so badly to touch myself, but my arms just quivered at my side. Then 
everything faded. I dreamed of having orgasm after orgasm!

	God, what was that pain in my arms. I felt so groggy. What had 
happened? My mind began to clear. I remember trying to help that girl. 
Sleepily, I opened my eyes. The world around me seemed distorted. Oh 
no...my arms were held together above my head. There was a fullness in 
my vagina. Looking down, I saw a bar between my legs, rising upward into 
me. My feet slightly spread and held in place by metal clamps. Any 
movement caused the bar which was embedded so deeply inside me, to 
push against my tender flesh. I was in one of the glass cylinders! Looking 
left, I saw another one. It was empty. I looked to the right. It was Monica! 
She too was held the same as I in a glass tube. She seemed asleep, her head 
flopped forward. Then I realized the magnitude of the situation. I had 
failed! Tripp must have found me after his new drug paralyzed my body. 
By now he must know that the ORG-X implant was not working. Tears 
began to roll down my face. I sobbed quietly. "Don't cry Rachel." The 
sound of his voice made me nauseous. Looking through the glass, I saw 
Tripp walking into the lab. "You fucking bastard, let me GO! I'll KILL 
you!" "I doubt that Rachel. And as for fucking, you'll be doing lots of that 
soon enough." He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button. 
The glass tube surrounding me began to raise up into the ceiling. Fresh air 
rushed in. I noticed that Monica's cylinder was also opening. Her head 
moved slightly. "You know Rachel, you really put on quite a good show..." 
"Show? What the fuck are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the last 
few days...All that sneaking about. You turned out to be more ingenious 
than I had expected. But...alas...it was all just a game!" "A...A...game?" 
The word echoed in my ears.

	"You don't really expect that I would have allowed any of my girls 
to wander around the facilities of their own free will. I monitored you the 
entire time." My mind was spinning. "But...but...the implant?" "Ah 
yes...the ORG-X implant. Well you see Rachel, you don't have one! The 
final test results on your vaginal secretions showed that you would not be a 
good candidate. But I decided to continue as planned, just to see how you 
would react. Hidden cameras have recorded your every step! I'm sure the 
tape will be a big smash in the private club theater. I have to admit, I never 
though that you would go through with the stage show. You're a great 
fuck, even without the drug!" I felt crushed. My will was gone. "Do 
whatever it is you're going to do to me. Just get it over with", I said. 
Suddenly, Monica screamed out, "Rachel...Oh Rachel,...why did I do all 
those horrible things!" She was normal again! "Monica, you're OK? What 
happened to you?" Before she could reply, Tripp spoke, "Well you see 
girls, the ORG-X vaginal implant may still need some work. Monica was an 
excellent gini-pig. Unfortunately, her heart rate was increasing due to the 
direct release of the drug into her uterus. Eventually, she might have had a 
seizure, probably at the same time she was having an orgasm. Come to 
think of it, that might have been interesting to watch... Anyway, we 
wouldn't want any harm to come to such a pretty face, so I had to remove 
the implant." "So...so does that mean you'll let us go?" Monica whispered. 
"Don't be silly, you'll both be fitted with nipple clamp dispensers just like 
all the other staff members. Besides, I may use Monica to test the next 
version of the implant! And as for you Rachel, you've got such great tits 
and ass that I may keep you as my personal assistant!" Tears rolled down 
Monica's face and onto her breasts. I felt fear, anger, humiliation, anguish. 
All I could say was, "Why? Haven't you done enough to us already?" He 
approached me and placed a hand over each of my breasts. "Now Rachel, 
this is where you'll live the rest of your life. You are mine!" I spit in his 
face!"

	"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He 
squeezed down hard and twisted my nipples. The pain was excruciating. 
My struggling only caused more pain in my vagina. "Stop, let gooooo! 
Ahhhhhhhhhhh,... Pleaseeeee Stoppppp!" He released my sore nipples. 
Then he bent down and suckled one of them, letting his tongue flick the tip. 
I gasped out. He repeated on the second breast. Then he moved lower, 
kissing my stomach as he went. His hands reached behind me as he when 
down on his knees and began to massage my ass. "Noo... don't....please 
don't." I begged. The bar entered my pussy in such a way that my clitoris 
was pushed out and exposed. His tongue reached out and went to work. 
The bar felt so deep inside me. Tripp continued to suck my clit and squeeze 
my ass. One of his fingers began to probe the tight skin around my anus. I 
was getting wet. "Nooomoore... please stop... please stoppppooohhhh." 
Then there was a pain in my asshole as he pushed a finger in. 
"Ahhhhhnooooo... Not that...noooooo!" "You've got such a tight ass 
Rachel. I'm going to give it a good fucking later." He pulled out his finger 
and stood up, wiping off his chin. "But for now, lets get on with the fun", 
he laughed. Walking over to the far side of the room, he approached two 
low padded ottomans covered with straps. Each had a 4 inch protrusion at 
one end, sticking up at a slight angle. Pushing the first, he rolled it to the 
center of the room and locked down it's casters. "What... what are you 
going to do to us?" Monica spoke. "Just relax Monica. I've got something 
planned that I think you're both going to really enjoy." He rolled over the 
second ottoman and positioned it facing the first, about 3 feet apart. "Now 
I wouldn't want either of you to hurt yourselves by struggling while I move 
you, so I'm going to inject a muscle relaxant. More fear raced through my 
mind. Tripp walked to one of the medical cabinets and returned with a vile 
and syringe!

	"You know Rachel,... it's ironic,... the experiment you interrupted 
involved a hybrid of this drug. It was a combination of this muscle relaxant 
and a strain of the ORG-X. Unfortunately, now I'll have to start with a 
new volunteer." I thought about this for a moment, then remembered the 
state I had left that poor girl in. "What... what happened to the girl?", I 
asked. "Don't feel to bad, I'm sure the end for her was quite pleasurable! 
And besides, now I know what the O.D. level for the drug is." "You are a 
cruel, sick, perverted man! Owww!" He jabbed the needle into my thigh. 
Then he walked over to Monica and injected her. The feeling that began to 
spread through my body was horrible. It was as if my strength was being 
drained away. My leg muscles gave out causing me to hang by my wrists. It 
seemed that the restraint was designed for this, as the wrist cuffs were well 
contoured and padded. But as my body slumped down slightly lower, the 
bar in my vagina pushed deeper in, causing more pain. Eventually I 
couldn't even hold up my head. I heard Monica yelp out, then she made a 
muffled cry. Suddenly my head was pulled back by my hair. "Ouch! What 
the fucmmmmpppphhhhhhh!" Tripp shoved a ball gag into my mouth and 
fastened the strap behind my head, before letting it flop back down. A 
moment later the bar began to retract down. I watched it move slowly out 
of my pussy. Then Tripp  placed an arm around my waist and suddenly my 
hands were free. As I flopped down, he caught my weight. Next my feet 
were released, then in one swift motion he hoisted my naked body over his 
shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I felt so helpless!

	I was carried over to the first of the two ottomans and laid on my 
back. It was only slightly wider than my hips. My arms and legs flopped 
down on either side. Next, Tripp grabbed me under my ass, lifted it up, and 
slid my body down until my ass was just at the end of the ottoman. As he 
lowered my ass down, I felt the cold metal protrusion touch my tight anal 
skin. Had I had any strength, I would have instinctively clamped down with 
my anal muscles. Instead, I felt an intense pain as he easily pushed me 
down onto the angled one inch wide probe. I moaned in pain! Lifting each 
of my arms, he restrained my wrists and upper arms with straps at the side 
of my body. Then he took my left foot, brought it under and back alongside 
the ottoman, and attached my ankle to another strap. The same was done 
to my other foot and leg. The ottoman was wider at the lower end, causing 
my legs to spread even farther, brutally exposing my most private flesh. 
Another strap crossed over my stomach. Then, using a crank at the end of 
the ottoman, Tripp began to raise the end my head was on and lower the 
other end, bringing my knees down almost to the floor. He stopped when 
the ottoman was angled at about 30 degrees. This caused my weight to 
shift down, putting more strain on my legs and pushing the plug in my ass 
in even deeper. Lastly, he placed a contour shaped pillow under my head 
which forced me to look forward and down over my tightly bound body. 
Never in my life have I felt so totally at the mercy of another person! For 
the next 10 minutes, I watched as Monica was brought over to the second 
ottoman and restrained the same as I. We were facing each other, our 
knees only a few feet apart. From my position, I had no choice but to look 
across at my friends open vagina and bare breasts. I could see the anal 
probe entering into her ass. I knew she could see the same of me. We both 
closed our eyes!

	Time passed and I slowly began to regain control of my muscles. 
Tripp had left us there, waiting for the drug to wear off. I wanted 
desperately to talk with Monica. She had kept her eyes closed. Maybe she 
was in shock? Ten minutes later, Tripp returned. "So girls, how are we 
feeling now?" He was so god dammed smug. If I could have, I would have 
ripped his eyes out of his head! I struggled slightly against my bonds. 
"Don't waste your energy Rachel. You'll need it soon enough." He rolled a 
table over near us which was covered with some sort of control machinery. 
Then he picked up two round black disks,... nipples clamps! 
"Mmmmmmffmmmmfffffffff." Monica's eyes were open wide and we both 
began to struggle. "Now calm down girls. These nipples clamps are a 
special modified version. They have no ORG-X drug in them........ yet!" He 
leaned over Monica. She continued to struggle. "Would you like me to 
massage your nipples, or shall we just use the cold spray?" 
"Uhhhhhhmmmmmmmmuuuuuuu." "I can't understand a word you're 
saying", he laughed. I think for now will just go with the spray. Later on 
I'm sure you'll breasts will be more willing!" Ssssssssssss, he sprayed her 
left breast. Placing the disk over her stiff nipple, he used the small tool to 
lock it in place. Her body jerked as it clicked. My mind wandered as I 
though about how I had planned to escape by using that very tool.  When I 
came back to reality, Tripp was standing over me with a spray can in one 
hand and a nipple clamp in the other. I looked over to Monica. Both her 
breasts had the black disks around her nipples, covering her areola. Now 
was my turn!

	During my whole time here at the club, I had remained free from 
the effects of Tripp's mind control drug. All the other woman, everyone of 
them, had been forced to give up their lives when these horrible black disks 
were attached to their breasts. It was this I feared the most! My body 
trembled. I struggled. But it was to no avail. In the end, I just closed my 
eyes. Ssssssssssssssss, I felt the cold mist on my right breast. My nipple 
became stiff and engorged. He took my breast in one hand while he place 
the disk over my nipple. I felt the plastic push against my areola. Click! I 
jerked at my bonds from a sharp pain at the base of my nipple. As the pain 
faded to a dull throb, the effect of the cold spray also faded. My nipple 
shrank, but remained pulled forward from the pressure surrounding the 
base. Then I felt the spray on my left breast. Tears rolled down my face. 
This was the end. I thought of my family,... my life,... my friends. I would 
never see any of them again. Click! Again my body twitched from the sharp 
pain. "There, that should do it", said Tripp. "Now that wasn't so bad 
Rachel!" I opened my eyes. All I could see were the nipple clamps on each 
of my breasts. The visual sight and the pain they caused was too much for 
me. My mind blacked out.

	A sharp pungent odor invaded my noise, waking me. I must have 
fainted. Tripp had woken me using smelling salts. "Come now Rachel,... 
we can't have you fainting on us. If you keep that up, I'll have to give you 
a stimulant." As I looked at Monica, she tried to say something, 
"OhhhleeeeEeeee." I couldn't understand her, but I nodded my head 
anyway. She looked so scared. Then I noticed the other girls in the room. 
They were setting up cameras on tripods aimed at us from all angles. "Now 
girls, let me explain what I'm going to do with you two. Here at the club, 
we occasionally have orgasm races. The club members like to bet on which 
girl can hold out the longest. The cameras surrounding you will broadcast 
the event Live, to the main theater, as well as the guest rooms. Now,... 
normally we use two or three girls from the staff. But tonight's show is 
special. You are the stars. And since you two are not yet under the 
influence of ORG-X, it has added a whole new level of suspense. I 
understand that the betting is very hot and heavy!" As I listened, the fear 
sank deeper into my heart. Tripp continued, "So here's how it works. You 
will both be attached to a machine which will provide 4 stages of sexual 
stimulation. The first stage is vaginal penetration. The second stage is an 
electrical charge to your anus and nipples. The third is an electrical charge 
and vibration to your clitoris. And the final stage is........ the
introduction of 
ORG-X into your breasts!" He paused for a second to let it all sink in. "But 
here's the catch, each time you have an orgasm, you will activate the next 
stage of stimulation on your friend!!!"

	The situation was hopeless. I was about to be used in a sexual game 
show which would result in the end of mine and Monica's life as we know 
it. Tripp continued to prep us for the torture. Starting with my breasts, he 
attached a wire and clip to the top of each nipple clamp. The small contact 
was just touching the exposed tip of my nipple. Then he carefully uncoiled 
a very very thin tube leading from one of the machines. He inserted the 
tube into a tiny hole at the base of the nipple clamp. This must be how the 
drug will be administered, I thought to myself. A second tube was attached 
to my other breast. Other wires were taped to my stomach, inner thighs, 
arms, and neck. After this was complete, he proceeded to set up Monica 
the same way. She watched him with fear in her eyes. Next, Tripp walked 
to the back of the room and retrieved a box-like device. It was about 1 foot 
long, 8 inches wide and 8 inches tall, with some sort of socket attachment 
on the top. It must have been heavy, because the bastard had trouble lifting 
it. He set it down between the two of us. Then, from a drawer he produced 
the tool for our torture! It was two huge metal dildo's attached at the base 
to an 8 inch coupler. The probes were each about 16 inches long, 3 inches 
wide, and slightly curved. They were covered with ridges and small bumps. 
Each also had a an odd protrusion sticking out about an inch, 
perpendicular, close to the base. He held the device between us. "Girls... 
you look so scared. Don't worry, it's designed to provide pleasure, not 
pain!" With that, he kneeled down and attached the device to the top of the 
machine between our legs. One of the probes curved up toward my vagina, 
the other end toward Monica's. "Now, let me see... have I forgotten 
anything? Oh yes." Tripp walked away and returned with a 4 foot high pole 
attached to a round base. On top of the pole, was a panel with 4 yellow 
indicator lights, each with a number, 1 through 4. He placed it to the left of 
me so that both Monica and I could see it. A second pole with lights was 
placed next to Monica. "I'm sure you can figure out what these are for!" he 
said with a laugh.

	We were left alone for a time. The fullness in my anus and the pain 
in my nipples, combined with the uncomfortable position I was held in, did 
not make for a pleasant wait. It was hard not to stare at the large object 
only inches from penetrating my vagina. Other woman continued to set up 
the room. A large TV monitor was brought in, and a large camera on 
wheels. Another girl applied a clear gel to both ends of the metal dildos. 
Tripp left, then returned a few minutes later. He turned on the monitor. It 
was difficult to turn my head, but I could just see the screen. It showed the 
audience in a large theater, probably the same one we were raped in earlier. 
It was packed. Everyone seemed excited. Trip said, "It's time!" He spoke 
toward the large camera, operated by one of the woman. "Welcome club 
members one and all. We have a very special show for you tonight! Many 
of you may remember our two stars, Rachel and Monica, from my special 
announcement show a few weeks ago." A few weeks ago? That happened 
only yesterday, I though to myself. Then it dawned on me,... I must have 
been asleep in the cylinder for more that the night. God, what must have 
happened to Monica in those two weeks? Tripp continued to explain what 
would happen to us for the benefit of any new club members. "So you see 
my friends, the first girl to have her fourth orgasm wins the race. Is 
everyone ready?" The audience on the TV monitor cheered. "Good, then 
lets proceed." Tripp turned and approached the back of Monica's ottoman. 
Releasing the locks on the casters, he began to push her ottoman toward 
the metal penis. I watched in horror as the tip touched her slightly spread 
lips. She struggled, trying to shift her body away from the intrusion. After 
he was happy with the alignment, he pushed the ottoman forward another 
inch. "MMMmmmmmmmMMmMmmmffff!" The probe pushed into her, 
stretching her wide. After locking her ottoman in place, he pressed a button 
on a control panel. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmmmmmm!" The probe 
slowly pushed deeper into her, moving along it's center coupling. Deeper it 
went, 5 inches, 6 inches, 7, 8, 9,... at 10 inches it stopped. Then I realized 
what the protrusion at the base was for. If the penis had entered her 
another inch or so, the perpendicular piece would have pushed against her 
clitoris!

	Tripp walked behind me. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn't. 
Monica's vagina looked so filled and stretched. Mine was next. I felt the 
ottoman move forward, then the tip of the probe touched me, but slightly 
high, above my vagina. Tripp turned the crank, and I raised up until the 
penis was lined up to enter me against my will. The tip was slightly warm. 
"Uuuuuggggggg!" Tripp pushed me forward another inch or so. Oh my 
god it was wide! I tried to relax as my vaginal muscles were stretched 
wide. He locked down my ottoman. Then to my surprise, he removed the 
gag. Monica's also! "The audience likes to hear your screams of pleasure." 
he whispered. By the way, the odds are in favor of you winning, four 
orgasms to Monica's two!" he said to me. "Bastard!" was all I could reply. 
Tripp returned to the camera. "Let's have a countdown... Starting from 
ten. The audience chanted "Ten... Nine..." We looked into each others 
eyes. "Eight..." "I'll try to hold out as long as I can." "Seven..." "Me too" 
Monica replied. "Six... Five..." "I love you, you're my best friend in the 
world!" "Four..." "I know." "Three..." "I love you too..." "Two... One... 
Start!" "AhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh Jesuuuuus!" The probe plunged 
further into me. My vagina walls were pushed out to the limit. At ten 
inches, it started to back out. Now it was re-entering Monica. 
"OhhhhhhhhhhhhNoooooooooooooouuuug!", she moaned out. My vagina 
contracted. But not for long. Back into me again. God it was big! 
"Uuuuugggggg!" Then out again, into Monica. As it proceeded, the pace 
seemed to quicken. "Momomonica,...aree you ohohkay?" She had her eyes 
closed. "Yeeessss, so fafarrr." As the machine continued to brutally fuck 
us, I tried to relax. The probe was warm and slippery. My pussy began to 
accept it more easily, with each passing thrust. I closed my eyes, trying not 
to think about feelings I was experiencing. The next thrust caused a moan 
to slip from my lips. "Rachel, Noooo! Don't succumb!" I could feel the ribs 
and bumps vibrating against my tight vaginal walls, filling me to the max. 
Now I was providing my own lubrication. In and out, in and out. 
"oooohhhhmmmmmm!" I moaned louder. "Rachel! Look at me!" I opened 
my eyes and watched as Monica's pussy was deeply penetrated. Her cunt 
lips were splayed open wide and looked very wet. "Rachel, Rachel! Snap 
out of it!" "Monica.... I... I... caa can'tt hold ow.. owut much longer." 
"Listen, you're being raped! They're raping us! Don't let this happen! 
Please don't let this happen!", she begged. But my body was betraying me. 
My nipples had become stiff, filling the nipple clamps. My clit was 
engorged with blood and I wanted so desperately to touch it. How could 
this happen to me? Then,... the orgasm hit me... 
"Ahhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" My whole 
body spasmed against the restraints!

	The first yellow light on my pole illuminated. "Ladies and Gents, 
Rachel has taken the lead!" There was a loud uproar and clapping. I felt so 
depraved. How could I have come so easily. The metal penis continued to 
plunge in and out of me, but my orgasm had relieved my sexual fog. 
Monica was breathing heavily now. "Monica, what's happening?" "It's 
sho... shocking mmme. Tingling in m m my breasts! ooooooh!" she 
moaned out. Oh no, what have I done! "Monica, try and hold out!" 
"Ohhhkay", she replied. The dildo pushed into my cunt, then Monica's, 
then mine again. In and out, in and out. I was still very wet from my 
orgasm. Although the muscles in my vagina had been stretched, I still 
clamped down tightly on the metal intruder each time it entered me. Again 
I felt the feelings begin to build. Monica was still breathing very heavily. 
Occasionally she would let a moan slip from her lips. This caused me to 
become even more aroused. No, I couldn't let it happen again. Think about 
something else. Think about... that time I had to go to the hospital... about 
that time my I failed a college exam... about how long this fuck is lasting! 
"ooooooh yessssssssss ohhhhhhhhh god yesssssssssss!" It was so big. So 
deep inside me. Monica was moaning louder now. It was going to happen. 
Nothing I could do would stop the oncoming orgasm. My surrounding 
faded as my mind became focused on the sexual stimulation between my 
legs. Closer... closer... closer... "YESssssssssss ahhhhhhheeeeee ohhhhhh 
ohhhh ohhhhh oooooooooooooooooo!" What a release! The orgasm was 
incredible. My body ached from pulling against my bonds. The second 
yellow light went on. Suddenly Monica moaned out loudly, "Ohhh god 
noo! Not that. Not thaaaaht!" The penis had stopped moving for a 
moment. Only one inch was inside me, which meant that Monica was 
deeply penetrated. So deep in fact, that the protrusion at the base was 
pushed up against her clit! Then it pulled back, filling me once again. "Ah 
ah ahh oh god, Ra achel. Can't ho holdd out any lo onger!" Back into 
Monica, up to the hilt, it plunged. Again it paused to stimulate her 
clitoris...... She came! Her scream of pleasure was long and loud. More 
clapping from the audience.

	Two orgasms had fully drained me. Never in my life have I come 
more than twice in a row. But now, as the fucking continued relentlessly, I 
felt a pleasurable tingling in my ass and nipples. The sensation was very 
erotic. Monica seemed to have calmed down slightly, but each time the 
probe touched her clit she would stiffen against her restraints. I was 
becoming so confused. I was having trouble distinguishing reality from the 
sexual assault on my body and mind. Focus Rachel! Focus, I though to 
myself. If I have one more orgasm, Monica's nipples will be filled with 
ORG-X. She'll be a slave, just like before. Another thought dawned on me. 
If either one of us is given the drug, there's no way to avoid having further 
orgasms. There's no way to win. Oh dear god. "Ohh ohhh ahhh ohhh 
Mmmmm mmmm ohhh ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh 
Jeeeeeeesuuuuuuussssss yesssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Monica 
screamed out from her second orgasm. "Rachel... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I 
couldn't help it", she cried. I felt the probe pushing into me. This time it 
went event deeper. "Uuuugggg" I groaned out from the new pressure. It 
stopped and I could feel something push against my clit. Then my whole 
body quivered as a jolt of current entered my clitoris. The tingling traveled 
through to my ass and breasts. My clit became very erect. Then thankfully, 
the stimulation stopped as the probe pulled back to bring it's pleasure over 
to Monica. She moaned out loudly. Within seconds it was my turn again. 
The feeling on my clit and in my pussy was unbelievable. Never have I felt 
so turned on. My cunt gushed with fluid, dripping down over my ass 
cheeks. I cried out with pleasure. Deep in my mind I realized that this 
orgasm would be the end for Monica, and then for me.

	"Monica", I said softly. "We can't win." "I... I... know" she replied. 
Again the current surged into my body. I began to slip toward the orgasm. 
"Good bye...." I said. "Rachel... I lu luve you...... goood gu gud bye..." Her 
voice faded as the orgasm hit me. It was long, very long. I grunted and 
screamed out in pleasure. Wave after wave, the orgasm continued. It was 
the best in my life! In the back of my mind, I heard Monica screaming out. 
For a moment, my eyes focused on the yellow lights. All four on Monica's 
side were turned on. Three on mine. She had won......... Now I felt a new 
sensation. It emanated from my nipples. A warm tingly feeling. It spread 
throughout my body. Other sensations began to increase. I closed my cunt 
as tightly as I could around the huge prick. My ass felt wonderfully full. 
Never has my clit felt so large and sensitive. Orgasms! All I want is 
orgasms. As many as possible! Please help me. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard! 
The machine obliged.

The End


Epilog:
	I like living here. Men and woman fuck me all the time. Sometimes 
they torture me. Occasionally I get to see my friends, Monica and Phoebe. 
If we're lucky, they let us lick each other's pussies! Today Mr. Tripp asked 
Monica and I if we would like to have another orgasm race. We readily 
agreed. I can't wait. This time.... I'm going to win!

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