"Further testing is neccessary, Walters," Dr. Reynolds said. An evil grin split her sharp face. "Immobilize the subject."
"What? No! What are you doing!?" Allie protested helplessly as Walters pinned her arms and Richards grabbed her ankles. They were strong, wiry from years of outdoor field work, and Allie was quickly immobilized. The redhead, Thompson, produced a lenght of nylon rope from her backpack and quickly bound Allie's wrists to a low branch, above her head. A stick was found, and her ankles bound to it, so that her legs were spread as wide as possible while she remained standing. Allie shreiked and bellowed for help, for them to let her go, but the woods just echoed her words back to her, uselessly. Reynolds was looking at her with clinical interest, as if she were taking mental notes for a later lecture.
Once she was secure, Thompson stepped forward and roughly shoved Allie's panties into her mouth, gaggin her. She secured it in place with a bandana tied around Allie's head. "There," she said, "that's much better."
"Thank you, Thompson." Said Reynolds, stepping forward. She ran a finger down Allie's cheek, then the line of her neck. In spite of herself, Allie felt a shiver of pleasure course down her body. She had never been touched like that by a woman, and even in the circumstances, she found the softness of it...arousing.
"Take note, ladies," Said Dr. Reynolds, in her professorial voice, "the smooth, pale skin, almost entirely free of blemishes. The taught line of the next muscles, the delicacy of the collarbone..." Reynold's finger gently traced each feature as she described it. "And take special notice of the breasts, firm, yet bouyant, and with this perfectly round nipple, now hardening in what is clearly a parasympathetic response." With that, Reynolds seized Allie's nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted, hard.
Allie yelped into her gag; an involuntary moan of pleasure followed, and she was painfully aware of the wetness between her thighs.
"Now then, Thompson, I believe you had a theory about certain qualities of our subject, specifically her taste." Reynolds gestured for the redhead to take her place, "It's only right that you should be the first to test your own theory."
Thompson stepped close to Allie, put her nose right next to Allie's ear, and inhaled deeply. Allie's eyes were locked on the redhead's as she bent her head to...
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