ONSTANCE THORNHILL'S EXPERIMENT (viol; bdsm; asphyxiation)
Introduction:
In the 1950's, Stanley Milgram carried out some controversial experiments that demonstrated that ordinary members of the public were willing to apply lethal electrical shocks to persons they did not know, if told to do so by an 'expert.' In Stanley Milgram's experiments the electrical charges were not actually delivered, although the volunteers thought they were. Dr Thornhill uses real electrical charges and, to add an extra element of danger – nooses.
Warning: Do not try this at home.
The story:
Dr Constance Thornhill carefully adjusted the nooses round the necks of her four post graduate students. The women were all studying for their master's degree in psychology of sex and were taking part in an experiment to explore the close links between sexual pleasure, pain and, more interestingly, fear. The women, all mature students were completely naked and were standing on low stools. In order to make her final adjustments, Dr Thornhill was using a small set of folding library steps to stand on. For the sake of the experiment it was essential that the nooses had to be precisely in place, tightened so that by standing perfectly straight the women could just feel the tension on the hemp rope. The women were able to see Dr Thornhill making her adjustments, because they faced a large mirror, which was, in fact, two way glass, so that the volunteers who were about to occupy the room behind the glass would be able to observe the women.
As she made her way along the row, Dr Thornhill would pat a bottom here, tweak a nipple there, by way of encouragement.
Finally satisfied Dr Thornhill stood back and admired her work. If they stood perfectly still, the women would be safe, but they were all literally inches away from a painful end if they moved.
The volunteers, who had all responded to an advertisement in the local paper, began to file into the room beyond the mirror. They ogled the women who were all staring straight ahead, their heads held as straight and high as they could to ease the pressure of the thick, hemp rope.
The volunteers took their places in front of the women. There were four pairs of control knobs in front of each naked woman. The left knob of each pair was calibrated in inches. The second was calibrated in volts. Each knob was graduated from green, through orange to red.
Dr Thornhill gave the volunteers their instructions. They were to decide amongst themselves which woman was to be the first to undergo the experiment. Having decided, Dr Thornhill was to tell them how far to turn each of the knobs assigned to that woman.
After a brief discussion, the volunteers decided on one of the older women, a lady in her 40's who was breathing heavily, her large breasts heaving, with either fear or excitement. Dr Thornhill instructed the man in front of the controls to turn the one marked 'Volts,' one notch. Immediately the large breasted woman began to shuffle her feet in an agitated way, shuffling from one foot to another. The electrical charge at this stage was just a minor irritation. This was the first indication that what appeared to be an ornate brass inlay in the stools was actually an electrical conductor. The truth began to dawn on the other women as they watched with enthralled horror as the woman tried to ease the discomfort without taking her feet off the stool and taking her full weight on the noose around her neck.
Dr Thornhill, despite trying to maintain a scientific objectivity felt an unmistakable wetness between her thighs. 'OK, ease back now.' The man turned the knob back to zero and with perspiration on her breasts, the woman stood still, her breath coming in pants. 'Right,' ordered Dr Thornhill, 'Now turn the other knob one notch to where it is marked “1 inch.”'
The man followed the instructions. There was the sound of a ratchet clicking into place and the noose around the woman's neck was raised one inch, forcing her to stretch as far as she could, so that the noose could not tighten around her neck.
'Now, turn the height adjustment to two notches.'
The other women watched, wide eyed, as the large breasted woman was forced up onto her toes to prevent the noose tightening around her neck To ease the pressure on her neck, she was obliged to lift her heels clear of the stool. Soon the strain of the stressful position showed on her face and beads of perspiration ran down her breasts.
'Another notch on the volts now,' ordered Dr Thornhill in a quiet voice.
With a terrified screech, the woman lifted both feet off the stool to avoid the painful electrical shock that was being delivered to her feet. Immediately the noose tightened around her neck, cutting off her scream. To relieve the deadly grip of the hangman's noose she was obliged to allow her toes to stand on the stool gritting her teeth as the harmless, but painful charge coursed through her toes.
The alternation between hanging on the noose and treading on the electrically charged stool made the woman perform a bizarre dance.
One of the other woman, waiting her turn, mouthed the words 'Oh please, no.'
Dr Thornhill saw the fear on the woman's face. 'She is next,' she said.
First, Dr Thornhill had to complete the first woman's treatment. Turning the man controlling the first set of controls she instructed him to turn the voltage dial back to zero. The woman's macabre dance came to an end and she stood panting, her heavy breasts heaving as at last she able to stand still. However the tight noose still compelled her to stand ramrod straight to avoid being throttled. With a thin smile at her own grim gallows humour, she ordered the man to ratchet the noose one notch further, saying 'We will keep her on her toes.'
With a metallic click the noose tighten and her breath wheezing, the woman, fear written on her reddening face, was forced to raise herself on to her tiptoes and stretch to her full height in order to overcome the noose's deadly embrace. A look of terror in her eyes spoke of her fear that she would not be able to maintain her precarious position for long.
Apparently oblivious to her fate, Constance Thornhill turned her attention to her second victim who was now quivering with fear as she saw the desperate situation of her colleague, dangling precariously at the rope end. The second victim, Susan, was a striking redhead of some beauty. However, since her school-days she had been taunted and called names because of her red hair. 'Ginger-nut,' was the name her cruel school peers had called her. She had hated getting undressed for sports, in case the other girls saw her bushy red pubic hair and mocked her further. Today those old feelings had come back to her as she stripped for Dr Thornhill's experiment. As soon as she saw the other women naked, she immediately regretted not shaving her luxuriant pubic hair. The other women had either depilated completed or had neatly trimmed vaginas. Susan's pubic area stood out in its hirsute glory. Now standing naked with the noose around her neck, unable to cover her modesty she was deeply humiliated. To make matters worse, the realization that she could soon suffer the pain of electric shocks filled her with dread. She had always had a morbid fear of electrocution.
As if sensing the girl's dread, Dr Thornhill immediately ordered Susan's controller to turn the voltage dial to the second notch. The effect was dramatic and instantaneous. Susan yelped loudly, but the sound was immediately choked by the tightening noose as her sudden foot movements caused her to loose her balance. Desperately she tried to overcome her dread of electricity and sought to regain her balance. Somehow she managed to get back into a position that relieved the pressure on her throat, but she was obliged to do a pathetic parody of an Irish jig on her stool. Her gyrations took her round in a complete circle. Her wild movements fascinated the watchers behind the glass. First they could see her breasts bouncing as she writhed, the impressive unruly pubic brush, then as she spun round they saw her pretty, dimpled bottom, tensing and wobbling to the rhythm of her wild dance. The man at her controls found that his penis was becoming erect. Dr Thornhill was losing her sense of professional detachment and knew she would have to masturbate when she got back to the seclusion of her private apartment. She could feel her womanly essence flowing down the inside of her thighs. How she loved her work.
Dr Thornhill was so absorbed in the enthralling spectacle of Susan who was almost literally at the end of her rope, that she had momentarily forgotten her first subject. She quickly looked across the row of naked women to her first subject. Already she was finding it hard to maintain her tiptoe posture that was essential to prevent her from being throttled. Her face was bright red and her breath was coming in noisy wheezes. 'Cut back to zero,' she commanded the man at the controls. He had been watching his subject but was not inclined to do anything until ordered by Dr Thornhill. As the pressure relaxed, the woman sucked her breath in in deep gasps as she recovered from her near hanging experience.
Dr Thornhill turned back to the still writhing Susan. 'OK cut back to zero on both dials,' she ordered. Gradually a gasping, red faced Susan managed to regain her composure. Constance felt a little guilty. She was trying to retain the professional dignity of a Ph.D., but increasingly she was aware of her own arousal at what she was witnessing. The whole event was being recorded for scientific purposes, but already Constance was planning to review the DVD in private. She knew she would be unable to stop herself masturbating as she watched it, reliving her sexual arousal.
But now she had her experiment to complete. She surveyed the four women standing naked on their stools. Two were gasping, red faced stretching high to relieve the pressure of the nooses around their necks. The other two had witnessed what had happened and were suspense-fully contemplating the fate that knew was about to befall them. One girl, Margo, was desperately attempting to look calm and unperturbed. Dr Thornhill was not fooled. She knew the woman was trying hard to conceal her fear, hoping she would not be next. The other woman, Stephanie was visibly shaken. She was visibly trembling as she waited. Dr Thornhill looked next at the two remaining controllers. Margo's controller was a young woman, a smart office worker. Surely, Dr Thornhill thought, she would empathise with the Margo, a young woman of about her own age. Stephanie's controller was a man in his forties, who looked as if you not wait to start turning his dials.
Dr Thornhill pondered the situation for a few moments, then her heartbeat quickened as an audacious and risky plan formed in her mind.
She addressed both controllers together. 'Turn the height dial all the way to the right,' she ordered. This would turn the dials right into the red area and raise the girls' feet clear of the stools. Surely one or both of her volunteer controllers would refuse to apply deadly force. At least the young woman would spare Margo.
In an instance both volunteers complied with Dr Thornhill's instruction without question. The mechanism jerked into action and with a series of metallic clicks, both girls were hoisted by their necks completely clear of their stools. With gurgling sounds, both girls, their faces turning red and tongues protruding began a wild movement, their legs jerking and writhing, revealing glimpses of their vaginas as their legs swung this way and that. Margo began to pee herself, the pale yellow liquid running down her thighs onto the stool that she was standing on just a few seconds ago.
Hardly able to speak, Dr Thornhill felt an involuntary orgasm overcome her. She just managed to gasp. 'Stop! Stop! Back to zero, both of you. NOW.'
The two volunteers cut the dials back to zero and quickly Dr Thornhill entered the chamber to release the girls from the nooses. Margo and Stephanie took deep gasps of breath trying to recover from their near death experience. Dr Thornhill noted the deep red marks on their necks. She could hardly believe that both volunteers had been willing to execute the girls.
Dr Thornhill's experiment was complete. Stanley Milgram had been vindicated.
Epilogue
That evening, a completely naked Dr Constance Thornhilllay back in her chair. Her legs spread wide, her womanly juices flowing, she fingered her wet slit. Then in the final few seconds as she watched Susan and Margo dangling at the end of the nooses the most powerful orgasm of her life overcame her.
End
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