Tanked
MasturbationTanked
by The Technician
Mind Control M/F Payback/Revenge
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A professor finds a very interest way to defend his research against defunding.
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Chapter One
She awoke to blackness - no, to more than blackness, to nothingness. Her eyes were unfastened, but there was nix to see. Her auricle could see nothing, not even the whacking of her own heart. She was neither warm up, nor low temperature. She did n't finger naked, and yet she could not feel clothing on her body. It was as if her soundbox did not exist.
She tried to get up, or even to propel and found that she could not. She knew her muscular tissue were trying to actuate, but she remained in berth. cypher appeared to be restraining her, and yet she could not move.
A sudden. frightful cerebration flashed through her head, `` Am I dead ? ! ``
She screamed. She could feel her throat vibrating with the intensity of the wow, but she heard nothing.
She willed herself not to panic. What was the last thing that she remembered before the void.
The remembering floated up to her slowly out of the wickedness. She was chairing a merging at the university. They were finally going to be able-bodied to defund that nut case Dr. Kamachi and his left over from the sixties, hippie-inspired, sensory depravation labs.
When meeting Dr. Arnold Kamachi for the first time, everyone expected to see an oriental. They were almost always surprised to be greeted by a tall, slight, red-headed eastern European. `` The man at immigration had no theme what list my great-grandfather was saying, so he wrote down 'Kamachi'and here I am. ``
University research is n't what it once was. It used to be publish or perish. Now it is produce and get sponsored or get out. Hiram Ulysses Grant from corporations, the administration and the military determined who stayed and who left. Teaching scholar became secondary to the mental process long ago. There were always graduate supporter for that.
Dr. Angela quint was the head of the research judgement committee. Her Bible could make or break almost any professor or department, and she loved the mogul that her position gave her. No one was beyond her reach.
She tried to remember the inside information of the meeting. She had planned this for months. All her ducks were in a row. involvement representatives were there from the administrative citizens committee for corporate Ulysses Simpson Grant, government grants, and armed services President Grant. Once she clearly explained just how useless Dr. Kamachi 's enquiry actually was, and got it into the record that no one would want to fund such research, then Arnold would finally be finished. He would be off the campus and out of her fuzz forever.
The last sentence that Angela had forced a full review of Dr. Kamachi 's study, Benedict Arnold had claimed that it was a personal vendetta, but that was unadulterated hokum. Did anyone really think that she would hold it against him that he had tried to seduce her at a module Christmas political party several twelvemonth ago. A loud, `` No, '' and a square, backhand swing that bloodied his backtalk reinforced that she would induce none of that. Yes, she had way too much to drink in that Nox. And yes, she was snuggled up against him and had even had kissed him softly on the neck. But that does n't think she wanted anything more than that.
Angela paused in her mute tirade. Even in silent thought she would not countenance any errors. That was n't exactly true. Yes, she wanted more than that. She often desperately wanted More than that, but she had a career to suppose of. She was going to make a figure for herself. She was going to make a difference for this university. She was going to be remembered forever for ground breaking variety brought about by her calm air, sure leaders of the enquiry at this great instauration.
Such acute allegiance is why she kept herself away from such thing as sex, even if they did anticipate her `` The Ice Quinn '' behind her back.
It did n't matter. Such things did not move toward her goal. Everything was a planned move toward fame and honor. There was n't time for prank in her animation.
That 's what Dr. Kamachi was. He was a frivolity - something that could not be taken seriously. She strained to think back. What had happened at the encounter ? Things had started well. She grilled Matthew Arnold about substantive results from his research. As expected there was none. It was all talk of expanding one 's view and uncovering one 's inner self - all useless frivolity.
She was about to call for a vote when one of the liaisons spoke up. He worked with military grants and research. He asked, `` Tell me, Dr. Kamachi, is there ANYTHING at all about your research that would make it useful to the military. ``
'' Well, '' Dr. Kamachi began, `` except for the fact that, if it were misused, I could totally re- program a someone in twenty four hours and make them do whatever you wanted them to do or tell you whatever you wanted to eff, I can reckon of zip that would be of use to the military machine. ``
That son of a squawk ! He was n't as dolt and uninstructed as she had thought. He had set this up to stun her. `` I have n't seen any mention of that in any of your status reports, Arnold. Do you have any way to bear witness this ? Or are we supposed to just get your news on it ? Our passport are due in three days. '' She remembered smiling sweetly at him, `` Unless you can clearly shew the resultant role you claim by that time, I am afraid we will cause to give notice your research. ``
'' I have a proposal, '' replied Dr. Kamachi, `` but explaining it would occupy us through your meal break. Why do n't we discuss this over a late tiffin and then we can reconvene and total to a determination ? ``
Dr. Quin did n't desire to do that, but the other committee penis all agreed. The three affaire each added, `` That would give me meter to check with a couple of John Major concession contributors that might be interested. ``
By the time the citizens committee was gathered for dejeuner in the side of meat room of a nearby restaurant that catered to campus faculty, the corporate and government intimacy were both able to report no veridical pastime. The war machine grant liaison, however, was worry. `` I have two possible major Ulysses Grant - very major Ulysses S. Grant - if your research has uncovered a way to do what you claim. But we need proof. ``
Angela knew she had him. `` Since you have not published or reported any such capability, Arnold, the only proof acceptable would be to farm mortal for the grant donors who has been reprogrammed in twenty dollar bill four hours. That means someone who will do everything that you command them to do. And it has to be something that can be proven to be totally against what they would normally do. I will consecrate you until 6:00 o'clock tomorrow night to accomplish that. ``
She had expected him to get wild or slink away in defeat, instead he answered, `` I 'll wassail to that. You 're on. ``
He then poured a small sum of money of wine into her empty wineglass and handed it back to her. He raised his drinking glass and said, `` To proof that I can reprogram anyone. ''
'' Here, here, '' said one of the prof, and they all drained the small amount of wine remaining in their glasses.
Arnold turned to the military liaison and said, `` Bring any prospective President Grant donors to my research laboratory at 6:00 tomorrow night. The committee can reconvene there, I will give you absolute proof that I can reprogram anyone to do whatever I want them to do in twenty four minute or LE. ``
floating in the nighttime nothingness, Angela tried to remember what happened succeeding. She could vaguely call up fumbling with her car keys as they walked to the parking lot. Someone asked, `` Are you OK to tug ? '' individual else - Benedict Arnold - said, `` I 'll drive her home. Looks like the respite of the encounter will have to be postponed. ``
She had tried to protest, but things were swirling around her. And then ... and then ... and then she had awakened to blackness. She knew where she was !
'' You son of a beef ! '' she screamed as loudly as she could. omit for the fry vibration of the pharynx, she heard nothing and felt zip. She was in Dr. Arnold Kamachi 's sensory depravation tank.
She could n't see because her face was enclosed in a modified full-face scuba mask. She could n't get word because there were computerized, heavy cancelling earpiece in her spike that cancelled out any noise that she made. She could n't sense because she was wearing a very expensive, specially designed wet cause with one C, if not M of tiny gumshoe stripe on it that held her exactly in the middle of the tank. And she was floating just beneath the control surface of a negative buoyancy SALT solvent at exactly 79 degrees Fahrenheit. Total sensory depravation.
'' Do you think that you can break me with sensational depravation, you crazy bastard ! '' she screamed. She could n't hear herself, but the trembling of her pharynx felt good and vented her anger.
'' You stupe son of a beef. I 've done meditation for old age. I could float here in this nothingness for a couple of days before it started to get to me. Twenty four hours from now, your ass is mine ! ``
Then she felt it. It was so little that she was n't sure that her mind was not playing magic on her until she felt it a moment time. It was a slight chill. Perhaps it was a very mild electrical direction. Or maybe some of the tiny set that held her still were vibrating for some reason. It was almost like somebody sliding their fingernail up her back.
It did n't quite tickle, but it felt odd, none-the-less. Then it was gone. Then just as suddenly, it was back, but now across her figurehead and there were two of them. The twin tickle-tingle began just above her pubic os and slowly drifted upward. As it passed her navel, it split into two raceway, each of which continued upward toward her breast. She shivered as they climbed the hillock of her breasts. A silent moan escaped her rim as the tingle reached her nipples. And then ... they were gone.
She wiggled - or at least tried to - trying to recapture the feeling. She hoped for the tickle-tingle, but instead she screamed as acute electrical shocks slammed into her breasts and her buttocks, followed almost immediately by even more vivid lightning that struck her nipples and her clit. Her pharynx vibrated in a silent scream of pain in the neck and terror until she finally ran out of breath.
She hung, or floated, or whatever, silently in the darkness. And then the tickle-tingle came back. Now it was on her buttocks. It was as if someone was brushing the tips of the fingernails of both hands slowly down her ass cheeks. She once again shivered as the sensation moved slowly down her wooden leg and disappeared.
Again, she tried wiggling to create the champion, and again her tit and backside and then her nipples and clit were painfully shocked.
Evidently move was n't allowed. When her body finally stopped quivering from the electrical shots she decided to just blow silently in the darkness.
After several moment of nothingness, the fingernails returned. Now they were tracing their way down her legs on both the front and the back. They disappeared only to return circling her white meat until they closed in on her ever-tightening nipple. Now they were coming up her stage and down her belly moving toward the country between her legs.
The tickle-tingles moved around her clit and flowed into the profoundness of her vagina. How was that possible ? Vibrations on the wooing could not go in there. She must own something inserted into her. She clenched down on whatever it was with her cervical muscles, and was rewarded with a sharp electrical shock deep within her kitty-cat and her ass.
Within her ass ? There must be something inserted there, too. Her mind was telling her to clamber to get out, to do something - anything to scarper, but she knew that movement would be punished. passiveness would be rewarded. She lay calm down now, hoping for the tickle-tingle sensations to return.
rejoinder they did. Again and again the wiz flowed across her hide ... teasing her ... tantalizing her ... driving her to the very edge of orgasm ... .... and then stopping. Each time the aesthesis stopped, they left her hanging in the Black nothingness moaning her frustration.
Then the voices began. Were they auditory hallucination ? Or was person speechmaking to her ? What were they saying ? What were they asking ? Angela concentrated with all her might on the part that was just beyond the caul of silence.
Then she could get wind it. `` Do you need respite ? Do you want to cum ? ``
'' Yes, yes, '' she screamed.
'' What will you do if I let you cum ? What will you give me ? ``
'' Anything, '' she yelled into the silent iniquity. `` Anything ! ``
And the fingernails returned. They stroked her on the inside of her ramification moving away from her now sopping cunt. The slid across her ass cheeks and into the cleft that conceal her rosebud, and then they slid into her and throb inside her ass.
She convulsed and quivered as an orgasm began and suddenly vibrated with painful sensation as the lightening struck her ass and breasts, with the more intense second rap directly on her clit and nipples.
'' No, no, no, no, no, no, no, '' she moaned. Let me cum. Let me cum. I 'll persist totally still. I will. I will. I wo n't move. Just LET ME CUM ! ``
She floated crying in the shadow until the fingernails returned. They again traced their route up and down the inside of her legs. She wanted to open her legs wider for them, but knew that she absolutely could not motivate, or the joy would be gone and the hurting would replace it.
The voices started again. `` Are you a slut ? '' they asked. `` Are you a slut who would do anything just to cum ? ``
'' Yes, '' she whispered. `` Yes, I am. ``
The tickle-tingles once again went into her asshole and once again began to pulse within her. She felt the orgasm construction, but remained totally motionless.
More tickle-tingles traced their way down her stomach and circled her throbbing clit. One brushed back and Forth River across that tender pipe organ while others slid insider her cunt and began to pulse against the rampart almost like a moving phallus.
'' Do n't move ; do n't move ; do n't move, '' Angela kept saying to herself. It was almost a mantra like she used in her daily meditations.
'' Do n't move ; do n't go ; do n't make a motion. ``
But the orgasm boiling within her was consuming her trunk. It exploded and tore the wickedness apart. There was blinding light and strait and Chaos - all coming from within her. And there was pain throb into her body from the outside as her eubstance convulsed in ecstasy.
Finally her body stopped thrashing from the infliction and the pleasure, and she hung silent once again. At to the lowest degree she hung silently until the tickle-tingles started once again to trace their way up the internal side of her legs.
Chapter Two
The inquiry assessment committee met in the conference room on the third trading floor of the behavioral science building where Dr. Arnold Kamachi 's research suite were located. Dr. Angela Quin, pass of the committee, sat at one end of the table. Dr. Kamachi sat at the early end. The four committee members and three link plus two obviously armed forces men in civilian apparel sat between them.
'' So, Dr. Kamachi ? '' began Dr. Quinn. `` Do you have your proof for these gentlemen, or do we schedule the remodeling of these floor in the morning ? ``
Arnold looked at the ten hoi polloi sitting with him at the board. `` first gear, let me verify the damage of this mental test. I have to make mortal who has been reprogrammed in twenty four 60 minutes. They have do everything that I command them to do. And it has to be proven to be totally against what they would normally do. Is that it ? ``
'' Of course of instruction it is, '' she replied disdainfully. `` But you obviously have n't succeeded. ``
'' Not so fast, '' he responded. `` Let me set out some facts first. Is it an recognised fact that Dr. Quin does not like me ? ``
He looked directly at Dr. Mark Philip. `` What do you say bell ringer ? ``
'' 'Not like'would be putting it mildly. '' he replied.
'' And is it not an accepted fact that, at best, Dr. Quinn is a prudish puritan who at nigh, when totally blasted at a company, will tease apart and run away ? What do you say, Dr. Charles Christopher Parker ? ``
Dr. John Yardbird Parker shifted uncomfortably in his president. `` Come on John. Are n't you the one who tagged her as 'the Ice Quinn'after she slapped your fount at the spring picnic six twelvemonth ago ? ``
St. John the Apostle cleared his throat and answered, `` Uh ... we.. the committee will yield that Dr. Quinn is ... sexually repressed. ``
'' So if I asked her to take away off all of her clothes right here in this group meeting and she did it, it would absolutely be something that she would not normally do for me ? ``
'' Or for anyone else, '' added Dr. Madonna Williams.
'' OK then, '' said Dr. Kamachi as he rose to his substructure and stood at the end of the mesa. Everyone 's eyes were on him as he said loudly, `` control Alpha Six ! ``
The nine sets of oculus rapidly turned to the other end of the table as Dr. Angela Quin guesswork upright piano from her seat and walked quickly over to stand next to Arnold.
'' bidding Alpha Three ! '' he barked, and she began to remove her clothing.
Dr. Kamachi had been a little worried about how some of the members of the commission might react, but he was counting on the fact that Angela had trampled over well-nigh of them to get where she was and had resorted to outright blackmail and extortion to find the chairmanship of this committee.
When he saw the loaded lipped grinning on Mary William 's expression, he knew he was safe. That was the scented smile of the satisfaction of retaliation. She was enjoying watching Dr. quint humiliate herself.
'' On the table, '' Arnold ordered, and Angela crawled up onto the massive conference room table and lay on her back. `` bid Alpha 14 ! ``
Dr. Angela quintuplet, wide professor of psychological science and caput of the university research appraisal committee, put her bridge player between her legs and began masturbating herself. The committee and the two military congresswoman watched transfixed as she began to squirm and moan upon the table.
Soon she was crying out, `` please ! Please ! Please ! ``
'' please what ? '' answered Dr. Kamachi.
'' Please let me cum, '' she wailed.
'' Command Alpha One ! '' was the response and she plunged both of her hands into her soak through pussy and screamed out in orgasm.
'' If there is any question, '' continued Arnold, `` I could have her springiness you all a reverse job. '' Looking at Dr. Williams, he added, `` Or whatever. Or, if you prefer, you can eff her - either hole. She is very will. ``
'' I think we have seen enough, '' said one of the military men.
The other asked, `` Is it two-sided ? Can it be made undetectable ? ``
'' Command genus Beta four ! ``
Dr. Angela quintuplet, lying naked in her own juices, suddenly looked around her and yelled, `` What is happening ? ``
She jumped from the table and tried to cut through herself with her hands.
'' statement Beta 5 ! ``
Angela stopped yelling and went over to where she had left her habiliment and calmly began to arrange. When she was completely dressed, she sat back down at the end of the tabular array as if nothing had happened.
'' Obviously, you have not proven your case, Dr. Kamachi, '' she sneered. `` Can you give me any ground why I should n't file for your discharge from the faculty as well as the removal of your research science laboratory. ``
'' Yes, I can, '' he answered. `` statement Gamma One ! ``
Angela 's eyes suddenly went wide. `` You did n't ! ... You did ! I 'll give you arrested. I will get you, you bastard, if it is the last thing I do. You will be spending the rest of your life in prison house by the time I get done with you ! ``
'' Command Gamma trio ! ``
Angela lowered her optic and said softly. `` Yes, master. I will obey. ``
'' I 'm not quite certain which state to allow her in, '' Dr. Kamachi said softly to the military people.
'' Whatever will maintain this quiet, '' they replied in unison.
'' And the relief of you, '' said the older of the two military machine men - the one obviously in charge. `` This project is now top secret. You breathe a Holy Writ of it and just trust that the risky that happens is that you end up spending a couple of day in the Dr. Kamachi 's tank. ``
'' bid Delta 5 ! ``
Dr quin looked down at the tablet on the board in front of her. `` I see that we have completed our agenda here. Dr. Kamachi is approved for the side by side ten year. If there is no promote business for this citizens committee, I declare us adjourned. ``
As the committee filed out of the room, Dr. Kamachi spoke up, `` Dr. Quinn, would you bear in mind staying for just a minute. There are a few thing I want to say to you. ``
Dr. Mary Hank Williams looked back at the two of them standing by the league table and laughed softly as she left the room.
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