Ecstasy

Description

When a company creates and successfully tests a new and completely safe pharmaceutical that gives women unlimited sexual pleasure, it becomes a bestseller almost overnight. But like any type of medication, it can be misused, and someone has figured out that pleasure can become torment if it continues long enough and there is no way of stopping it.

The police are investigating, of course, as soon as the traumatized victims are found, but the detective in charge of the case, the beautiful and sexy Carol Salvatore, is herself more than a little kinky. Approaching the research doctor who invented the product, she tells him that she needs to fully understand what happened to the victims by experiencing it herself. And that’s when the trouble really starts…

Published Dec 2019    43,400 words

Landon swallowed hard. This was becoming surreal. Here was the drop-dead gorgeous woman telling him to bind her with rope and make her totally helpless. Then apply sexual stimulus to her body. Talk about your sexual fantasies! “All right, we can use the rope,” he managed to get out. “I have some of the Ecstasy pills here. I don’t think we have to go with an injection. I calculate that three pills, taken orally, will provide a level of the drug in your blood stream sufficient to duplicate the injections given the women.” He held up a bottle and shook it. There came the rattle of pills inside. “The only difference will be that the effect will happen a little slower. But it will be just as strong.”
Picking up a clipboard, he offered it to her, along with a pen. “Please sign this. It is the standard form we used for the clinical trials. Basically says that you understand the nature of the experiment and agree to not hold us responsible for any problems that may arise.”
She smiled at him as she took the clipboard. “That doesn’t make much sense since I have no way of understanding the nature of the experiment when I’ve never done it before?” she said. Then she signed the document. As he took the clipboard from her, she stood up and stood up and pointed to the camera. “You plan to record the experiment?”
“It may be a criminal investigation to you, but it is a science experiment to me. I would be remiss were I not to record the data for later analysis.”
She gave him a mischievous smile as she said, “Of course. For science.”
Without another word, she removed her coat and began to unbutton her blouse. “Are you going to…” The words froze in his throat and the blouse opened to reveal a very flimsy black bra, so thin that he could easily see the nipples pushing against the material.
“The victims were both naked,” she said evenly. “And my being naked will facilitate your application of the sexual stimulation.”
He swallowed hard and did not disagree with her logic. Casually, as if it were normal for her to undress before a stranger, she removed the bra, causing him to almost moan aloud. What a magnificent pair! Unquestionably the finest pair he had ever seen. As she pulled down the skirt, revealing her slender waist and matching black lacy panties, he nearly forgot to breathe. This was a body far better than most any centerfold! He could feel an erection beginning in his pants — he could not help it.
There were no pantyhose or nylons to worry about, so she simply kicked off her heels and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. They slid down gracefully. He made a funny little sound as the pubic area came into view. While the hair on the top of her head was a lovely, almost shiny ebony, none of it showed down there. She was shaved as bald as a billiard ball! She noted he was staring down there and said, with casual distain, “I shaved it because that should make it easier for you to apply the vibrator.”
Well, her logic was valid. He couldn’t find fault with it. Without pubic hair to get in the way, placing the vibrator properly would be easier. And it looked so erotic and sexy!
Down to nothing but her mischievous grin, she stood there waiting. After a handful of moments, she said, “Well, are you going to tie me up or not? I certainly can’t do it myself.”
With a trembling hand, he reached for the rope she had placed on the sofa. Truth be known, his thoughts at that moment were not totally scientific. Being asked by a sex goddess to tie her up was a dream come true! His fingers fumbled as he uncoiled the rope.
“I cut the hundred foot length into twenty foot segments,” she told him as she turned her back to him and placed her hands behind her. “That should make it easier for you to do the securing.”
He noticed she had tied a small loop in one end of each length of rope. That made it easy for him to make a sliding loop to begin the binding. She had placed her wrists in a crossed position, so he began by placing the loop around her wrists and pulling it snug. Then he wrapped about half the rope around the wrists horizontally, shifted over and wrapped the rest vertically, making an X pattern.
“Don’t forget to cinch the ropes down,” she told him. “That means wrap the last bit of rope around the main windings and pull hard to tighten them all down.”
“I know what you mean,” he replied, doing just as she had instructed. He made sure that cinch rope was rather tightly pulled before he knotted it.
Before he could reach for another rope, she was twisting her wrists to test the binding. “That should be good enough,” she told him. “I’ll be lying on my arms, after all, and that will make it almost impossible for me to work at the ropes.”
“You some kind of escape artist?” he asked, meaning it sarcastically.
“I’ve had practice,” she replied matter-of-factly.
Muttering a silent curse, he considered untying what he had and redoing it tighter and with several more knots. But she had said this would be good enough, so he didn’t. He did wonder, however, what form that “practice” had taken.
“Now take one of the ropes and loop it around my arm just above the elbow,” she told him. “Then do the same with the other arm.”
He allowed her to dictate the manner of her own binding because she seemed to know better what she was doing. Besides, he was still in a mild state of shock that he was actually doing this to such a lovely woman. When each arm was tied with a piece of rope, she sat on the sofa and turned to put her feet up. Wiggling in a most delightful and provocative manner, she positioned herself in the center of the narrow sofa, lying on her back with her head almost touching the top edge.
“Take the rope from each arm and put it down the side of the sofa, then up the other side,” she said.
He pulled the sofa away from the wall and pushed the rope from her left arm down behind it. Getting on his knees, he reached under the sofa to grab it and pull it taut. Having a pretty good idea how she intended to be tied, he took the rope from her right arm and pushed it up between the sofa and wall. On top, he took the rope and threaded it through the loop around her left arm. The same with the other arm and he had rope connecting each elbow to the other one. Pulling first one, then the other, he managed to force her arms as wide apart as they would go. Tying the knots, he stood up and admired his work. She was now tied down to the sofa, held in place by her arms. She twisted to either side and frowned. “Untie the knots and pull the ropes tighter. I have too much movement.”
He had thought his binding was a pretty good job, but said nothing as he untied the knot on the left arm. This time he pulled quite hard before tying the knot. Then he added a couple more to make sure no amount of wigging would loosen them. He repeated with the right arm.
Carol tested the ropes again. He could see that now she could not lift her arms off the padded surface at all, and could not twist her body. From the hips up, she was solidly lashed to the sofa.
“That’s better. The perp was very thorough in binding the victims and they could hardly move at all. Now bind my legs to the bottom of the sofa. Spread them as widely apart as you can.”
Challenged thusly, he looped each ankle and ran the ropes down to the legs of the sofa. Pulling on the rope moved her foot over to the side of the sofa, but that did not spread her legs all that widely. Taking a clue from the way she had told him to bind her arms, he passed the ropes down the sides of the sofa and across underneath so he could thread them through the opposite ankle’s binding. Now he could pull on those and force her ankles to the edge of the sofa and, after moving it away from the wall some more, get her feet to go down the sides. With some effort, he managed to get her knees to be bent over the edges and her feet bound underneath the sofa. That held her legs nicely spread and exposed her pubic area in a most interesting manner.
Landon swallowed and tried not to think about crawling onto the sofa between those lovely legs where the Great Treasure was waiting. It was even harder to keep himself in check when she began wiggling around and testing the limits of her bondage. That incredible body straining to move the slightest was a most erotic sight. He now had a raging hard-on poking hard against his pants.
The detective, not noticing his massive erection, or at least not mentioning it, pronounced the bondage good enough. “I can’t free myself,” she announced. “And I can’t possibly reach down between my legs. When the vibrator is in position, I won’t be able to turn it off or even move it the slightest.”
Straining against the ropes a bit more, she sighed, relaxed and said, “Time for the next part. The vibrator.”
He was reaching for a package he had purchased earlier. Inside was a plug-in vibrator he had picked up at an adult bookstore. However, when he pulled it out and Carol saw it in his hand, she snickered. “You call that a vibrator? Maybe when it grows up. Look in my purse.”
Placing the relatively small device on the table, he opened her purse and saw what she was referring to. It was monster! Easily three times the size of the one he had purchased. There was a tube just over a foot long, an on-off switch, and a cord coming out the back end. For a while he just stared at it in amazement. When he plugged it in and turned it on, the humming was loud and the vibrations intense when he put his hand over the ball end.
“Are you serious?” he asked. “This thing is powerful enough to shake your teeth loose.”
“It is basically the same as used on the other two women,” she informed. “We want the stimulation to continue to be strong,” she added.
Standing over her, vibrator in hand, and staring at her wide open sex, he seemed to forget what to do next. So she explained to him how the other two women had the vibrator tied so the head was in constant contact with their clitoris, providing uninterrupted stimulation. He followed her instructions and in a couple minutes the vibrator was firmly tied in place by ropes around her waist and upper thighs. He had to admit that her method seemed as if it would hold the device unmoving so it could do its job effectively.
It would be nice to say that he accomplished the task of securing the vibrator in a detached, professional, scientific manner, but the truth was that he was beginning to sweat and it was hard for him to concentrate. His gaze kept returning to that wonderfully bald mound that so interested men. His hard-on was beginning to ache, so anxious it was to get in there.
With a great effort, he pushed aside such thoughts and stepped back to the table. Taking three little blue tablets from a bottle, he held them for Carol to see. She obligingly opened her mouth for him to place them on her tongue. Having though about this beforehand, he had a glass of water and a straw waiting. She swallowed the pills and some water.
“How long?” she asked.
“Probably only ten minutes,” was the reply. “It varies, but taken orally, it gets into the blood stream reasonably rapidly.”
“Will I feel anything?”
There he was on sure ground, having conducted numerous tests on volunteers. “The only change consistently noted was an increase in sexual desire. Fairly quickly, that will escalate. Most of the women said that they were “damned horny” by the fifteen minute mark.”
“Okay. So that is the amount of time we have to finish the preparations.”
“I thought we were pretty much finished now. All that remains is for me to turn on the vibrator and camera.”
Assuming that mischievous smile again, she told him, “I was thinking about this part. The two victims were left totally alone. There was no one near them who could come to their aid. I assume that you will be somewhere in the building. So even if you leave this room, I will not be truly alone. If I yell loud enough, you will probably hear me. That is not what we want. To duplicate the victim’s exact experiences, I have to be in a condition where I cannot summon help. To create the same mindset, you understand.”
It made sense. She wanted exactly the same as happened to the women.
“I will go back to my office,” he told her. “That’s two floors above this one.”
“But you have a guard. Does he patrol the building?”
“Sometimes. That’s normal security procedure.”
“Then he could possibly hear my yelling, no?”
Beginning to sense where this was going, he nodded. “That is possible.”
“I have to know in my mind that there is no way I can call for help,” she insisted. “That is important.”
“And I suppose you have a plan for that?” he asked, not really sarcastically.
“If fact, I do. Look in my purse. You will find a paper bag. Bring it out.”
He did and found the bag contained a rolled up elastic bandage, a washrag, and a roll of duct tape. Automatically, he looked to her for instructions.
“Roll the cloth up into a ball,” she told him. “Then insert that into my mouth. Then wrap the elastic bandage around my head. That will hold in the rag and protect my skin and hair from the duct tape. Which you then use to wrap over the bandage. Do a thorough job. Make it cover the whole bottom half of my face, and tightly.”
As he reached for the materials she had so considerately brought, she added quickly, “Oh, and make sure that the door to this room is locked. Don’t want the guard coming in during the experiment, do we?”
He only nodded his head, being too busy sorting out the items from her bag.
Having never given consideration to ways to gag a woman, he was actually grateful that she had thought it all out before and come prepared. He rolled the rag into a tight ball and inserted that into her open mouth. Immediately she closed her jaw and pressed her lips tightly together. The first time he began wrapping the elastic bandage, she shook her head and made noises to tell him it should be tighter. The second time, he wrapped it as tightly as he could. When that was pinned, there was a great deal of the flesh colored material enveloping her mouth. Without having been told to, he made the windings of duct tape as tight as he could. Ten times he wound the wide, tough tape around her head, and was about to cut it off when she jerked her head upward and made a noise through her nose. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was telling him to make the wrapping much more secure. So he did, using most of the roll of tape. When he was finished, her head, from under her chin right up to the bottom of her nose, was covered by many layers of tape. The effect looked so strong that he wondered if she could remove it even if she had hands free. Certainly not without them.
He switched on the camera to record this experiment.
“Is that comfortable?” he asked.
She nodded, not even making an attempt to speak.
“Are you feeling anything?”
Again she nodded, emphatically.
“Sexual arousal?”
A nod.
“And I imagine a degree of helplessness?”
A stronger nod.
“Ready for the vibrator?”
She was frowning with her eyes but nodded in the affirmative.
Licking his lips because they were dry, he reached for the switch and clicked it to the on position. The hum filled the room and tied down woman jerked.
Almost immediately she closed her eyes and seemed to be concentrating very hard on something. Her body was tense, he could see by the muscles, and it was impossible to miss that her nipples were as erect as his penis.
Looking at that lovely body positioned perfectly for sex, he was having a hard time telling himself that he was supposed to leave her alone now. At least, when he turned away, she would not see the massive bulge in his pants because her eyes were closed.
“Now we agreed that you would stay like this for three hours,” he said, trying to ignore the thrill that raced along his nerves at that thought.
Her eyes opened and she shook her head negatively.
Was she trying to back out, he wondered? “Less?” he asked, hoping that this was not to be a sudden and unexpected end to this exciting experiment.
She shook her head again.
“Longer?”
A nod.
Christ! he thought. She wants more!
“Another hour?” he suggested.
Negative shake.
“Two hours?”
A pause before another shake.
“Three hours?”
She nodded, her eyes wide with excitement.
“A total of six hours? Are you sure?”
Again a pause then a nod.
“You’re crazy,” he told her. She nodded agreement. “But I’ll do it as you ask. Six hours. Not a second shorter.”
Her nod was slow and her eyes closing again.
“I hope you can take it,” he muttered as her head rested back down.
Reluctant as hell to leave, he looked at the camera. At least he would be able to view what happens later. For now, he had to force himself to leave the room. He closed the door behind him, and then remembered one of the last instructions she had given him. Reaching back in, he switched off the lights, and then locked the door behind him.