EXTRACT FOR
The MILF Experiments
(Author Unknown)

Excerpt from: The MILF Experiments



The mail came through to Angela at teatime signed "LR", instructing her to be ready at eleven o'clock that evening.  It had also specified how she was to arrange her laptop and what she was to be prepared to do.

    By then she was feeling about as low and miserable as it was possible to be.  After her terrible morning she had tried to pull herself together emotionally, but had almost entirely failed in that endeavour.  All that was keeping her going was the knowledge that she had no other choice and that she was doing this to protect Martin's future.  She desperately needed moral support, but the only people she could talk to were Heather and Connie and she was not sure she could face them right now, knowing that they had also gone through the same degrading experience with their boys' possessions.  She would not have thought it possible for the Lab Rats to have topped the humiliations of yesterday but that they had.  Perhaps because it had taken place within their homes that it had been so much harder to bear.  How could she look them in the face after that?

    However, it seemed as though she was going to have to do that very thing again that night.

    At the given hour Angela was lying naked on her bed as instructed.  She had a folded towel under her bottom and the laptop positioned between her spread legs with its webcam looking up into her groin, over her stomach and between her breasts to her face.   Beside her was the item the boys had left with her earlier.

    Lagging foam tubes had been glued onto a short length of wooden broom handle and then bound about with duct tape and covered with cling film.  A shorter but larger diameter section of foam tube had been used to cap the end of the device.  In effect it was a thick, foot-long home-made dildo and it was crude and insulting? and she would have to take inside her.  Of course it was soft and would compress down but Angela had nevertheless smeared the outside with lubricating jelly to make it slightly less uncomfortable.

    At eleven o'clock she went online, and the screen divided into segments.  The Lab Rats faces, presumably relayed from their own computer cameras, were arrayed in the middle seemingly looking right at her.  Arranged about them were images from Connie's, Heather's and her own laptop cameras.  They showed close ups of spread thighs and pussies with a view up their bare bodies to their miserable faces.  Angela was shocked to see her own vulva in such intimate and pitiless close-up even as she felt her nipples prick up.  They were all holding home-made dildos of the same pattern.

    'Testing,' Daniel said. 'Can you see and hear me Mrs Greene?'

    'Yes, Sir,' Connie replied.

    'And you, Mrs Sullivan?'

    'Yes, Sir,' said Heather.

    'Can you see and hear me, Mrs Bradley?'

    'Yes, Sir,' Angela, confirmed miserably.

    'Good.  We can see and hear you all perfectly and we're really enjoying the views up your screw holes.'  Angela heard moans of dismay from the others.  'Get used to it!' Daniel said. 'Your pussies are going to be the stars of our late-night television for the next few weeks, so keep those legs spread wide!'

    'Yes, Sir,' they replied wretchedly.

    'Now you're going to start pleasuring yourselves with the dildos we gave you while you listen to how things are going to be from now on.  And you won't stop until we see you've all cum.  Do you understand?'

    'Yes, Sir,' they replied.

    'Get started then.'

    Taking a deep breath Angela positioned the head of the dildo in the mouth of her pussy and pressed and twisted.  On the screen she saw her laptop camera viewpoint of her action in gynaecological close-up.  Next to it Connie and Heather's pussies were stretching as they began penetrating themselves.  It felt both sick and yet horribly fascinating.  The dildo did compress a little, but she still gasped as it spread her sex lips wide as it slid up into her vaginal passage.  Sobbing she struggled to swallow it down while pushing and twisting further until her stomach bulged, accompanied by moans from Connie and Heather as they attempted to do the same thing.  Then she was plugged to the hilt leaving only the wooden handle of the dildo projecting out of her.  Keeping tight hold of it she began to pump the thing inside her.

    The laptop screen was now filled with images of three tightly plugged and bulging pussies being reluctantly reamed out.  Between them were the smaller images of the Lab Rat's heads, which were beginning to bob up and down.  They were jerking themselves off as they watched them unwillingly masturbating themselves!  Angela felt sick and she could hear the miserable grunts and groans of the others.  Yet they continued to screw themselves for their taskmasters' pleasure.   There was no other choice.

    Daniel's voice rose over the relayed sounds of their shameful efforts.

    'This is how it's going to be from now on,' he told them.  'We tell you when and how you'll use your cunts and what to put up them, and you'll obey our orders to the letter.  Do you understand?'

    'Y? yes, Sir,' they sobbed.

    On the screen, the boy's already flushed faces grew broad grins at the sound of their servile words.

    Daniel continued. 'Tomorrow we start the next phase of the experiments. At ten o'clock precisely, you, Mrs Sullivan and you, Mrs Greene, will both report to Luckham's yard.  Do you understand?'

    'Yes, Sir,' they gasped in unison.

    'Now show us you're enjoying yourselves!'

    Desperately they began to ream themselves out even harder.  Gradually Angela felt liquid warmth flooding through her loins and seeping out about the sides of the dildo.  Incredible as it seemed she could actually get off on this.  On the screen Connie and Heather's heads were beginning to roll from side to side as their eyelids fluttered in the early stages of apparent orgasm.  Was it watching the others do the same or was it doing it in front of their youthful audience?  Or was there a dark thrill in being treated like a laboratory guinea pig?  Would these awful experiments tell her more about herself than she cared to know?

    'That's more like it,' said Daniel, his shoulders jerking as he masturbated in delight. 'We want to see those juices flowing.  Keep that up until you spurt.  Remember, your cunts are all that's keeping your boys out of prison, so the hotter and wetter they stay the better!'