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Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 19
The staff at the Osmania University Department of Physical Education had never seen a physical specimen like Charlie. A tall (nearly six feet), blue-eyed blonde with a body that measured 40DD-23-34 was foreign to them, but they quickly learned to love what they saw and measured. Charlie on the other hand loved what she saw as well, a large body of potential sex partners that she desperately needed. With very few exceptions the male members of the department were in awe of this spectacular creature, while the females at first split into two camps. One group looked upon their subject as a threat to the stability of the department and a standard for femininity that was well beyond their ability to match. The other group promptly fell in love with their visitor from another planet and began scheming for ways to join her in bed so they could have hot sex with the blonde goddess.
It was standing room only the first time that Charlie stripped down to essentials. The sight of such feminine pulchritude was unknown to these people. The air was charged with electricity and pheromones that seemed to react to every movement, even the simplest, that the subject made. Every time she took a breath, everyone in the room stopped breathing until she exhaled. The sight of her nipples, stiff as glass, became the focus of every eye in the room regardless of the sex to which it was attached. Her shaved vulva caused a run on razors later that day. Despite the air conditioning, most of the group started to perspire as the thin veneer of civilization began to be peeled away from department members and their guests. It was only the quick thinking of one of the female staff members who swaddled the specimen in a large hospital type gown, thus preventing an event that would have brought disgrace to the department. The reaction to this was as if everyone had been deprived of a toy that was near and dear to their hearts. No one would admit it the next day, but there were many from the department who had experienced fevered dreams involving their new specimen.
The head of the department was a well-preserved man in his late fifties with a curling moustache that was graying like the hair at his temples. He had already decided that this gift from on high would not escape his bed. He might not have been familiar with the old adage: "Be careful for what you wish, you might get it." However by the time she departed, he knew every letter of every word. In his later years all that he could recall from that time was his encounter with Charlie that one evening and how it frightened him to the very core of his existence. He was only one of many who in their later years would tell the tale of how they met and survived the power of the tall, blue-eyed, blonde goddess who came down from the heavens for a brief visit before ascending into the clouds.
Typically he was the one who opened the door to the laboratory; otherwise the security guard would have to use his key to allow the staff entry. Dr. Kahn was astonished to see the door to his department open and nearly half the staff already preparing the new subject for the first test of the day. She had been placed in a straitjacket and chastity belt to prevent tampering with her by some overly enthusiastic staff member. He was the only one with keys to those restraints and made a show of unlocking Charlie from their clutches as the frustrated staff members looked on. During the days that followed, the blonde goddess never wore anything except a hospital gown, usually with the back portion deliberately left open to give the staff members a better view of her fabulous ass as it twitched from side to side in some rhythm unknown to the staff.
Mustafa Kahn decreed that unless the subject was securely strapped to a table or other piece of lab equipment, she was not to be free of the manacles that kept her hands behind her back and effectively hobbled her from running. While Charlie was being moved from one piece of equipment to another she was to be in the company of at least two members of the department. The struggle to be one of her escorts began to cause a great deal of friction between the staff members. It became necessary for him to assign pairs of escorts for each half of the day. Secretly he wished his staff was as mature as the subject of their investigations, and he had more time to be alone with the blue-eyed blonde.
Even the simplest measurement was a revelation. By some miracle or previous mistake in note taking, Charlie was an inch and one-half taller and her breasts were now two inches greater in circumference, having gone from a 38DD to a 40DD. Her skin's surface potential was at the upper limits of their measurement equipment over her entire body. These results were so startling that he assigned two more teams to take independent measurements. They confirmed the original data. Her rest pulse was 44 per minute and blood pressure 95/60. She had 20/15 eyesight, rarely observed in any patient that had come through the department. All this preliminary data gave a picture of a superior physical specimen, like no one that they had ever encountered. Professor Kahn began to wonder if the corporation was giving them some type of trial, but reluctantly dismissed this thought since he had no way to probe the system. His contact had always been the same person at the same corporate address for these many years. Once he had even visited their laboratory, but said little and asked few questions.
It was time to examine the subject's genitals, and so she was moved to the examination table, a state of the art construction that was the pride and joy of the department. Rumor has it that some of the female members of the department were quite familiar with the table, having been "examined" at one time or another by their peers, usually after hours. By the time Charlie was strapped down with her legs in the stirrups, she was surrounded by a large group of the department staff. They were eager to see how she would react to an invasive examination that had been planned for her. Charlie couldn't help but notice the array of gleaming metal speculums, clamps, forceps and retractors laid out carefully on the small platform next to the table.
Her eyes widened and her breathing pattern changed significantly as she tried to imagine what the other group of instruments would do to her insides when they were used. They were white cylinders that reminded her of some of the cocks that had stretched her pussy in the past when she was younger. Being passed from one foster home to another had given her many opportunities to sample the type of pricks attached to the males that often invited her into their beds for fun and games when she was fourteen and eager for knowledge. She didn't understand the meaning of the markings along each of them, but rightly figured that they gave the doctors or whomever they were some idea about how her insides worked. The prospect of having something inside her pussy after a lengthy absence sexually excited her to the point that she began to get wet. The aroma of what she was generating soon filled the room and those around her became uneasy as it began to enflame their loins.
Dr. Kahn was quick to respond to this phenomenon and ordered most of the staff from the room. There were mumblings of anger concerning his directive, but his demand was reluctantly obeyed. Now it was the head of the department and three assistants, all women. A pair of clamps was soon affixed to Charlie in such a way as to give the staff an excellent view of her vagina's interior, which proved to be smooth and of a uniform color. Using forceps he was able to collect swabs of that pristine tunnel from front to near the uterus. By now Charlie was more than moist, she was positively dripping. The aroma now hinted of the animalistic and primitive, not lost on the ladies. All three were well beyond their salad years, but what was wafted into their nostrils brought back thrilling memories of a time when they were much more open to suggestion and even went so far as to revel in what was considered to be forbidden.
Summoning his strength of purpose and character, the department head forced his assistants to help him as he continued his investigation. Very carefully he snipped a very tiny portion of that pink perfection from deep within her vagina and she erupted, nearly breaking free of the leather straps that held her naked body down upon the table. His aides scattered in fear, leaving him to face Charlie by himself. Now the struggle really began. He was already thinking ahead to this evening when he would return to where Charlie was kept and renew their battle, only this time he would be victorious. He decided here and now to give her a taste of what was to come later this day.
Ignoring his erection and the nearly cloying scent her drippings were emitting, he attacked her clitoris. That once pink button had swollen to nearly twice its normal size and was now throbbing rapidly as its color deepened to a dark red. He placed a small clamp around the base of that pulsating nubbin and looked into the contorted face of the blonde goddess. Her eyes were unfocused and perspiration had begun to bead her skin from her flushed throat to the fat blood engorged labia. Mustafa took a deep breath and captured the hot button with a smaller set of forceps and used that as a weapon to tame her. He pulled it taut and watched in amazement as it began to vibrate like a tuning fork that had just been struck by a hammer. Then he twisted it into a contorted shape that brought tears to those staring eyes. After a few seconds of this torment she flooded the table with a gusher of shimmering liquid that seemed to pour from every inch of her vagina. He staggered from the table and thus ended the first portion of what was to become a no-holds barred battle between this physical marvel and the staff of his department.
Dr. Kahn turned Charlie over to the tender mercies of his second in command, an embittered lesbian with connections to the higher-ups at the University. She donned a mask with a special filter to protect herself from whatever chemical their newest subject was issuing from her body. For her aides she picked a woman and two young men who were eager to make an impression. These three would do her bidding and not ask questions. More importantly they would be silent about tests and treatments that were not authorized by the department's head, Mustafa Kahn. Her assistants examined and retightened the straps holding Charlie to the table. She took responsibility for stifling any sounds that might issue from the patient as they continued to evaluate her. Charlie's mouth was filled with surgical gauze and tampons were used to pack her gums. A special tape was plastered across her lips to complete silencing her. To prove its effectiveness, she twisted Charlie's hard nipples and watched her face contort from the pain. It was she who made sure that the clamp on the subject's clitoris was screwed down to its limit. Watching the tears run down the blonde's cheeks brought a grim smile to her face. At least this one wasn't impervious to pain, that was a very good sign. The second in command had ideas for that bloated lump of sex flesh once its blood circulation was reduced to near zero. Then the fun would really begin.
For the next few hours the quartet of Pakis had their way with Charlie, who was at their mercy. They tested the elasticity of her vagina, using retractors and speculums, making sure her limits were reached in every case. This was accomplished by means of small pads that monitored her skin potential. More than once they made them go off scale, just for the pleasure of watching Charlie's eyes leak copious tears. Then they started inserting the cylinders into her fully dilated vagina to measure its width at various points. They were quite surprised at the measurements they achieved. In fact they were so startling that they made them twice. No one seemed to notice that Charlie's pain reactions were diminishing greatly.
What amazed them was the ability of the subject's vagina to close completely once the retractors and speculums were withdrawn. Even inserting a pen, carefully made antiseptic, met with resistance immediately. Yet that tunnel could still accommodate the thickest cylinder with ease. Fascinated by this unheard of behavior, one of the men was asked to don a latex glove and see if he could insert his fist into the subject's vagina. To his utter amazement Charlie swallowed it with ease and even allowed him to move it to the region of her cervix. At that point she clenched her vaginal muscles and prevented him from moving further.
The woman dismissed her aides and settled down to have her way with Charlie's bloated, throbbing clitoris that was a purplish-black color. She began by skewering that fat lump with extremely thin needles, starting at the wide base and working up to the rounded top. As she suspected, the lack of blood circulation had effectively numbed that hot sex button. However it was still being bathed in a thin film of moisture that oozed from the bulk. She took a swab sample to have it analyzed. Charlie nearly bucked herself free of her bonds when this happened. The woman was far from ignorant and quickly realized that the sensitivity of that ball of oozing flesh had been enhanced tremendously by this treatment. To make certain, she leaned forward to within inches of the clit and gently blew on it. The subject responded dramatically, not to the degree of the first response, but still an impressive reaction under the circumstances. A cruel smile broke over her face. She would be having quite a bit of fun with this one before she was finished.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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