Professor’s Experiments 3: Carol’s Experiments
Part 4
“Isn’t there...I think there’s something wrong.” Brenda said.
“Mmm,” Nisha said. She wanted to agree with Brenda, because holy shit Brenda’s tits were spectacular. She was wearing a strappy red corset thing she’d bought from Yummy Vibe, and her bosom was filling Nisha’s brain with, well, mmm. It was so distracting it completely distracted Nisha from the barely there blue string bikini bottom which Brenda was still wearing. Not to mention from anything Brenda was saying.
The trip to Yummy Vibe had been fun. Intense. A kind of sexual blur. She and Brenda and Debbie piled into the store in a giggling cluster of T&A and need. Leather, latex, lace. They’d exclaimed and giggled some more and urged each other on. They’d modeled for each other in the changing room. Brenda had insisted that Nisha get an outfit that was basically just straps and buckles. She’d helped Nisha try it on, insisting that she get the strap at the crotch just right. It required a lot of adjusting. A lot. Brenda was breathing heavily by the end. Nisha was openly moaning. She’d figured she had no choice but to buy it since she’d gotten...herself. On it.
Then there’d been the purchases Nisha hadn’t necessarily modeled. Like the ball gag. She’d seen it while Debbie and Brenda were off somewhere together. She’d been thinking of them off somewhere together. She’d been thinking about Brenda helping Debbie like Brenda had helped Nisha. With the straps. And the leaking. And maybe the tiny orgasm. Or not so tiny.
Nisha’d been thinking herself right towards another event, in fact. Then she’d seen the ball gag.
She had never really been into BDSM. To the extent she’d ever thought about ball gags before, she’d thought they looked really uncomfortable, and wondered what exactly was sexy about being unable to breath or speak.
Now, though...she looked at them on the shelf and imagined her worthless mouth hole forced open. She was a worthless hole that needed to be filled. The gag would fill her. Stuff her. Show everyone she was worthless and stuffed and that her holes were only useful for being filled.
She’d licked her lips. She’d vacillated between red and black. One was green. Why green? Of course she wouldn’t get green. Would she?
She chose red. And black. She slipped one of each into her bag.
The rest of the time she was in the store she’d fantasized about the gags fairly intensely, when she wasn’t fantasizing about Debbie’s compact little body in the crotchless cat suit. Or Brenda’s tits. Or Debbie’s compact little body in that ridiculous little schoolgirl skirt. Or Brenda’s tits.
Nisha hadn’t wanted to stop looking at Brenda’s tits. So she’d readily agreed when Debbie suggested they come back to her place and that they could model for each other some more. Now they were in Debbie’s small living room, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. She’d said she had a special surprise. She’d looked adorably nervous.
Nisha had wondered if she should try on her ball gag and show the others what she looked like with her mouth hole stopped. Filled up. So they knew for sure she was just a worthless slut. Presuming they couldn’t tell based on the satin transparent short dress she was wearing. She shivered. Not from cold.
Brenda didn’t notice Nisha shivering though. Nisha wanted her to notice. She wanted Brenda to notice her and notice her some more, the way she had in the changing room. but she didn’t. Instead, she’d gotten up. She was pacing. Which really did fabulous things to her bikini-not-really-clad ass.
“I don’t...something wrong. I’m...” Brenda stopped. “Nisha, what were you planning after you graduated?”
The question seemed nonsensical, but oddly urgent. It echoed around in Nisha’s head. She frowned. She had an image of herself at a graduation party, being fucked in every single hole by a line of cocks. She had an image of herself spending the rest of her life on street corners getting her holes filled. She knew it was all she was good for. Maybe she could wear the ball gag.
“I...was planning to be a doctor?” she said. It sounded weird, even to her. Off. How could she be a doctor when she was so needy she’d beg to fuck all her patients? Also, how could she talk to patients when she needed to have her mouth stuffed with a ball gag?
But...she had been planning to be a doctor. For most of her life, right? She wanted to help people by letting them fill her worthless holes with cock.
She pressed her hands to her head. Brenda’s tits had stopped in front of her. They were heaving restlessly.
“A doctor. And I was...I want to be a biologist. A research biologist. Biochemistry. I was interested in cancer research. Breast cancer research.”
“Breasts,” Nisha said, inappropriately.
“Look, Nisha,” Brenda said. “Something’s wrong. Something’s...I think Carol’s...done something. I hear her voice in my head all the time telling me I’m a worthless hole and need to be filled with cock.“
“Cock,” Nisha echoed.
“I mean...I’m...I wore a bikini to class. I skipped a lab to go buy a fucking corset. And in the store I...you the sales clerk?“
Nisha ed. He hadn’t been very prepossessing. A short guy with unfortunate facial hair and a stunned look the entire time they were there like he’d won the lotto.
He had a cock though. Nisha ed thinking he had a cock. She’d been very aware that he had a cock and that she should get it in one of her holes. Or all of her holes. It had been in the back of her mine while Brenda was...adjusting the straps. In her mind while she’d been staring at the ball gag.
Cock.
“I his...” Nisha said. She trailed off staring at Brenda’s tits.
“I sucked him off,” Brenda said. “In the changing room. I asked him to come in and help me tighten the corset. Then I...I just couldn’t help...I don’t even like blowjobs. I didn’t even like him.”
“Oh,” Nisha said. Brenda on her knees, stroking the cock hard. Her lips taking in the tip. Her mouth jerking. The cock jerking.
No wonder the guy had looked so pleased with himself when he’d been ringing them out. Pleased with himself and kind of stunned.
Nisha imagined herself in Brenda’s place. Why hadn’t she been in Brenda’s place? She could have sucked the guy off. Instead of Brenda. With Brenda. Why hadn’t she done that? What kind of worthless whore was she? There had been a cock and she could have gotten it in her. The guy could have been looking pleased and stunned because of her.
“God,” Nisha said. “That’s so hot. You’re so hot.” She felt like she was going to cry. “I’m such a worthless cunt.”
“No!” Brenda said. She was kneeling in front of Nisha now, the way she must have kneeled for sales clerk guy with the cock. “No,” Brenda said again, more gently. She cupped Nisha’s face in her hands. Her lips were luscious. “Don’t you see? We’re...why did I do that? Why do you want to do that? We’re...we have ambitions. We’re going to have careers. We’re not just empty holes cock sleeves cum dump fucktoys.”
“Cum dump,” Nisha agreed. She wanted to kiss Brenda’s lips. Maybe there was still a taste of cum from the sales clerk. She leaned forward. She licked Brenda’s lower lip, tentatively. Her hands moved to Brenda’s chest. She felt herself lubricating under the tiny satin hemline.
Brenda could feel her lubricating too, since her hand had gone right under that hemline like some sort of lubrication sensing missile. She leaned into the kiss hungrily. Her tongue was in Nisha’s mouth. Her hand was scrabbling to get into Nisha’s cunt. “Two holes filled up filled up filled up,” Nisha’s brain chanted, as her cunt started grinding and her hands tried to free Brenda’s nipples.
Then Brenda was on the other side of the room and Nisha was still sitting on the couch, panting, empty.
What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she get fucked?
“What is wrong with me?” she said. “Why can’t I get you to fuck my holes with your tits? I’m just ugly and worthless. Why didn’t I get the sales guy to fuck me?”
“No!” Brenda said. “You’re...you’re amazing. I totally want to fuck you. But don’t you get it? I’m not even into girls! I should be in lab! Why are you wishing you had sucked off that guy? His cock was small and he didn’t even offer to fuck my ass.” She stopped. She closed her eyes. Her bosom was bosoming in a way that made Nisha’s cunny drip. ”Why do I want that small dicked jerk to have fucked my ass? There’s something wrong. Don’t you get it? We’re not...we’re not...“
“You don’t like girls?” Nisha said in a small voice.
“Oh fuck,” Brenda said. “Honey, that’s you’re takeaway? No, I don’t like girls but I can barely keep my hands off you. In you. Don’t you get it? We’re...“
“No. Yes. I...I mean,” Nisha took a breath. Her brain felt like it was trying to surface. Trying to pull itself out of Brenda’s breasts. Out of her holes. Holes. Holes. “I...see, I don’t like boys. Why am I jealous that you got cock when I don’t want cock in my slutty cunt. Face-fucking me. Cock. Don’t...no. I don’t like guys,” she finished.
“Right! That’s exactly it!” Brenda said. “I don’t like girls but I can barely keep my tongue out of your sweet cunny. You don’t like guys but you’re drooling at the thought of having some random ugly sad dude with a ridiculous goatee pound your sweet cunny like you deserve. We’re ambitious, driven young women with careers ahead of us and we’re acting like we’re worthless holes that need to be filled with dick.” She was breathing hard again.
Nisha was not watching Brenda breathing hard. She was not. She closed her eyes. She was trying to find...in her skull. There was a girl she knew. She wanted to be a doctor. She thought with her brain not with her slutty slick holes.
“I want to be a doctor,” she said.
“Yes!” Brenda agreed.
“I want to...I don’t want to fuck boys?” she said.
“Yes!” Brenda said again.
“I don’t want to fuck boys. I want to...” her eyes opened. “I think...I think we should...can we go to the police?”
“And tell them what?” Brenda said. “That we’ve suddenly...we don’t even know what’s happened to us.”
“Okay,” Nisha said. “Not the police. But...not...I think...Carol...”
“We can’t go back to that class,” Brenda said. Nisha realized, off to the side, that she was actually looking at Brenda’s face rather than her rack. She was still horny, but there felt like there was room in her head for something other than lust and tits and cock.
“Okay,” Brenda said. “We need...clothes. That are clothes. Not ments to fuck our holes.”
Nisha prevented herself from repeating, “Holes.” Which was progress, she supposed.
“And we need to tell Debbie. Or convince Debbie. She can’t go back either.”
“Right,” Nisha said. “Debbie.”
Brenda was about to respond, when she froze. Her mouth was still open. She was looking behind Nisha, towards the door.
“Hi,” Debbie’s voice said. “I...hi? Sorry, I had a little trouble with adjusting it, and then...I wasn’t sure. But...hi?” She giggled. “Do you like it?”
Nisha turned around.
The nipples on Debbie’s small, perky tits were very erect. She was wearing only a silver crucifix and a large, flesh-colored strap-on. She was stroking it with a slow deliberation that contrasted starkly with her nervous babble.
Not that Nisha was listening to the babble. She was entirely focused on the strap-on cock. She ed, distantly, explaining to Brenda that she didn’t like cock. How could she have said she didn’t like cock? She needed cock. She needed cock in all her holes. Needed to fuck cock. Suck cock. Needed it to fill her up. It was her purpose. The only way to have a purpose. Fuck cock.
“Cock,” she said. Or was that Brenda who had said it?
“Oh wow,” Debbie’s voice said, somewhere near the cock. She sounded husky. She had stopped giggling. “I guess you do like it, huh, girls?”
Nisha could hear herself panting. Or maybe that was Brenda. The sound was loud. There didn’t seem to be any other sound.
“I’m going to fuck you both so hard in all your slut holes,” Debbie said. “Going to fill you up. Fill me up. Fuck your ass, Brenda. Fuck your cunt, Nisha. What do you say to that you worthless sluts? Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” She giggled, but not empty-headed. More with intent. “Brenda why don’t you get Nisha’s ass all slick and ready for me, okay?”
Brenda moved so fast it was like her mouth had been teleported onto Nisha’s tight ring. Nisha gasped. Though not as hard as she gasped when Debbie started to pound her.
It went on and on, being fucked by Debbie, fucking Brenda, watching Brenda be fucked, all of their holes used like they were supposed to be. Holes. Cock. Used.
“I...heard...you...talking,” Debbie panted, as she rammed the dildo into Nisha, mauling her tits with her hands. Nisha tried to spread her legs even more, if that was possible. “What were you talking about?”
Nisha couldn’t answer because Brenda was sitting on her face. Smothering her like a gag. Filling her mouth with clit. Filling her.
But even if she could have answered, she didn’t .