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Science Exhibit Fantasy

You're spread out naked on a table as a presenter exhibits you to a room of people. They describe your body explicitly and talk about you like an object of curiosity, and the audience stares, intrigued. The presenter begins to stimulate you, remarking on your reactions. They pinch your nipple, and they remark on how when they do that, your nipples get hard, blood flows to your pussy, and your pussy starts to get wet to prepare for penetration. They say that these are all signs of sexual arousal, and you feel yourself blush.

They brush their gloved finger ever so gently along your wet pussy, flicking your clit, and explain that when they do that, you become more aroused, and that's why you're breathing faster and squirming a little. As they say this, you try to keep still.

The whole time they're doing this, you can feel the audience's eyes on you, and the air against your naked skin. You feel yourself involuntarily exhibiting all of the reactions the presenter is listing - hair standing on end, your heartbeat in your pussy, shakes, twitches, involuntary gasps or slight moans. Every time they predict a reaction and then force your body to do it, you feel more and more like a thing made for their amusement. But your pussy is so wet and you're desperate to be touched, even though it's so embarrassing to be put on display like this, moaning and writhing in front of all these people.

The last demonstration of the exhibit is showing them what it looks like and sounds like when you orgasm. Assistants step in to help with this step. Two begin to suck on your tits, flicking your nipples with their tongues. You moan involuntarily, writhing on the table. One lubes up a dildo and slides it into your pussy, pumping in and out of you excruciatingly slowly. Your eyes rolls back and your mouth gapes open, but you try to stifle your moans and resist the urge to touch yourself. In between gasps, you beg them to stop, not to make you cum in front of this room of strangers. But then one assistant begins to pump your swollen clit between their fingers, and within a few seconds you're screaming, unable to control yourself. The audience sits forward in their seats at this spectacle. You writhe and scream, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, and as the come-down starts, you feel the dozens of eyes watching you and you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. You didn't want to cum in front of all these people, really. You just couldn't help it, it was so much. You didn't enjoy it, right?

The audience is amazed. They'll definitely tell all their friends about this fascinating new exhibit. Those friends will definitely buy tickets to the show tomorrow night. And the next. And the next...

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A medfet puppy fantasy

I flinch, my legs jerking back as with a twist and a hiss, the pressure of the pump is released.

“There. Now we can see everything properly.”

My pussy feels hot. Engorged with blood and sensitive to every little twitch of movement I make. I bite into my ball gag, trying to jerk my legs back from the raised position in the stirrups.

SMACK! I yelp as the surgeon swiftly pops my inner thigh, a little too close to my aching sensitive pussy.

“Bad Girl!” I whine, a high keen that settles at the top of my throat.

The surgeon pays me no mind as she holds her gloved hand out to the nurse.

“Nurse, Rod one please.”

I feel burning cold metal drag across my sensitive flesh a moment before the pop of a cap and something bitingly cold is pushing into my urethra.

I jerk back hard but the surgeon simply follows. Pushing cold burning rod deeper and deeper, despite my body screaming to push it out and get away. She doesn’t stop till just the little knob at the top of rod is the only thing sticking out of my body. She holds the rod in place with a single finger despite my desperate squirms as she motions to the nurse.

“Nurse, clamp please.”

I scream behind my gag as the cruel teeth of the clamp meet the sensitive flesh of my clit and is tightened til the absolute max.

“Good.” I see the surgeons eye’s twinkle above her mask.

“Push it out and I rip the clamp off, understood?”

I nod, gulping.

The surgeon’s eyes squint with happiness.

“Good girl.” She pats my inner thigh before trailing her gloved fingers down to my vaginal entrance.

“Nurse. What did her intake report say about her ability?”

I felt the Surgeon’s finger slowly tease and push at my vaginal entrance.

“Small and tight, ma’am. The patient self reported that she rarely uses anything down there out of fear of pain or irreparable damage.”

The surgeon nods. “Good thing we scooped her up then.” And the surgeon pushes a single finger into my entrance without warning. I throw my head back at the burning stretch and sudden fullness as The Surgeon works her finger in and out, repeatedly.

“Hm, I want her to take my fist by the end of the month. Have a feeling this one’s a bit more tweaked than she lets on.”

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My ultimate fantasy is to be forced. To be kidnapped off the street or from my home; restrained, gagged and blindfolded on a gurney for a journey in the back of a van that seems like it takes hours. I fight against the nylon ankle straps, the wrist straps, the bands across my thighs and tummy but my screaming and struggling eventually subsides when it becomes clear that it isn’t going to do anything, they’re too strong and too expertly applied. I’m exhausted and meek when the journey eventually ends and I’m lifted out of the back of the van. 

The air is cool and dry, and there are voices murmuring over me as the gurney is wheeled over something smooth - tiles, or linoleum. I lift my head a little to better hear what is being said, but I can’t make it out. 

Through the blindfold I can almost see bright lights overhead. 

The room the gurney stops in is bright even through the fabric over my eyes. There are more voices here and there is an aseptic bite to the air when I breathe it in. I want to struggle, but I feel like it would do nothing, that I should save my strength. My heart feels like it thumping through my ribs…

It beats even harder when latex-gloved hands close around my ankles and wrists, press down on my shoulders. The restraints are removed and the hands lift me off the gurney; I make a feeble attempt to kick out but the hands are too strong and in seconds I’m being held down on buttery leather. My legs are held hip-width apart and leather cuffed across my ankles and in a wide band over each thigh, my arms brought out perpendicular to my body and strapped down palm up. Over my forehead the hands put what feels like thick adhesive tape. 

Then there’s too many hands: someone is cutting off my dress, my knickers my bra; someone takes my blindfold off leaving me blinded my the white light. I try to scream as the gag is taken from my dry mouth, but plastic is forced in instead - something that curls down the back of my tongue, something that is affixed to the leather at the side of my head, something that makes me gag.

A thin tube suctioning air is slipped down whatever they have in my mouth. I can feel it drying out the back of my throat, seeking the vomit that doesn’t come up. Biting down on it does nothing. 

I feel a sharp sting in my right elbow. My eyesight is adjusting and through my watering eyes I can just see a woman in green scrubs putting a cannula in, affixing a bag of fluid to it. Someone is putting electrodes on my chest, hooking me up to a monitor beeping beside my head. A plastic clip on a finger. A blood pressure cuff around my other arm that immediately goes tight…

 A man is standing over me with the suction tube he is pulling from my throat. He places it beside my head and turns away. I’m making terrible gasping noises against the plastic in my throat. 

Now I can see my gaze flits desperately around the room. It is tiled in brilliant white, with blinding surgical lights above me. There are at least a dozen people in scrubs busy around the room, some around me, some arranging equipment I can’t identify on gleaming metal trolleys. 

The thing they have me restrained on is black leather, almost like a dentist’s chair. My legs are restrained on separate limbs of it. I don’t want to think about why… and can’t, because the man who suctioned my throat has turned back to me with another thin tube held between his thumb and forefinger. He puts his other hand on my forehead, like he want to ensure that I can’t move my head even a little. He begins to push the thin tube into my right nostril, and push and push and push. I gag again as it hits the back of my throat and he stops. He holds the thin tube in my nose with the hand on my forehead and retrieves the suction tube from beside my head and slips it in through the tube in my mouth. Nothing comes up and he advances the tube in my nose further and further. I can feel it as it slides down, alien. At some point he is happy and stops, sticks it to my face with some plaster.

Some other man in scrubs is leaning over me, listening to my heart with a stethoscope, cold on my skin. listening to my lungs. Satisfied, he puts the stethoscope around his neck, then feels over my abdomen, fingers digging in cruelly. Then he moves up to my breasts, rolling each under his hand in little circles. I try to make him look at me, meet my eyes, acknowledge that I am a human being, but his gaze is totally focused on his job.

As he turns away the thing that I had been dreading thinking about happens. I hear a quiet motor whirring, feel my legs moved apart, my knees bending. A woman in scrubs is wheeling one of the silver trolleys over to someone sitting on a stool at my feet, scooting in as my knees grow wider apart. She can see everything, everything most private to me, and there is a small part of me that hysterically thinks how glad I am that I had a wax yesterday. Hands in latex gloves on my inner thighs, palpating around my vulva, stroking down my lips and over my clitoris. I can’t help but shudder at the electric shock that shoots up my spine at that. 

She takes one of her hands away and then suddenly there is cold plastic, burning, pushing into me, pushing further and further until with a final push I can feel my bladder release. I can feel some awful tugging as the tube is pulled this way and that before it finally comes to a rest. 

But there is barely a reprieve, metal pushing at me, pushing inside me, pushing inside the clenching muscles. I cry out in agony and am completely ignored. I can feel cool air inside me, cold hard instruments scraping my cervix. It feels like it goes on for hours. Lightheadedness washes over me. Behind my head someone murmurs ‘bradycardic’ and the scraping stops. The woman between my legs says ‘we got enough of a sample anyway,’ and the speculum is removed from inside me. 

There isn’t much a chance for me to breathe. The lightheadedness is just washing away and the voice behind my head murmurs ‘okay,’ and the woman between my legs is pushing her fingers into me, pushing down on my tummy. Lightheadedness comes and goes in waves, with murmurs from behind my head stopping the hands each time, and allowing them to start again. The hands press and pinch for what seems like forever. Palpitations and darkness in the edges of my vision barely fade and when the hands are gone I don’t realize it immediately. 

No one touches me for moments, or minutes.

 It might be an hour. I can’t tell. 

Stuff is happening off to the side but… Someone leans over me. Her eyes are cool, blue, appraising. 'Hello, Katy. You’ve been chosen as our newest subject, and I’m happy to say that you did very well in your initial assessment. We’re going to allow you to rest now before we get started with everything else.’

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Need a masc to tie their hair up, roll up their sleeves, snap on some black medical gloves, and do unspeakable things to my body

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“You have such beautiful eyes. The color within your iris is just so unique.” I look over your naked body on the cold metal slab. You are unnerved by the environment. Having been blindfolded and brought to the shed a short walk away from my house. Leaving the safety of my basement.

My gloved hand slides up your leg. Patting your stomach, signaling that I’m ready to begin my operation. The rusted wheels of the tray battle to get closer to my side. The screeching old metal adding to your fear. You notice the speculum in my grasp. Instinctively moving your head away from me. My palm meets your forehead; steadying your skull. “Behave.” A gravel whisper leaves. My eyes wide with dark intent.

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(Gore warning) I’m a woman (I think) but sometimes I wish I was a man that was either a ghost or a vampire, and that I had a lover who was also a Victorian gentleman vampire or perhaps something more akin to Frankenstein’s monster. In life I was a doctor or mortician of some description, which leads to my lover and I engaging in some strange vintage version of a medical kink.

I’d have him lying down on a slab or in a coffin, maybe tied down or maybe not, and I’d sensually caress and massage his body and slowly undress him from all his Victorian clothes, taking time to relish the feel of the luxurious velvet, brocade and linen as I did so. Maybe I’d only partially undress him, leaving his chest, belly and cock exposed and still leaving him partially wrapped in all his finery. My gloved hands would take their time to explore and feel his now naked body as I made out with him, until he’s worked up and needy and ready to begin.

Then I’d begin the vivisection - I’d look through my medical tools and carefully select a good, sharp scalpel and make the first incision along his body, carefully using separators to hold his chest cavity wide open. Since my lover is a vampire, or otherwise immortal, this isn’t painful, harmful or distressing for him in any way. He’d find it deeply erotic, each incision and touch making him shudder and whine with pleasure and ecstasy. Like this, with his insides on display, he’s truly exposed for me, more naked than would otherwise be possible. I’d pepper his face with kisses and laud him with praise, telling him how well he’s handling everything, and let him suck his own blood off of my fingers and tools as a reward. I’d take my careful time examining each delicate organ inside, running my fingertips along each one, cradling them in my palm, making him writhe in pleasure as his cock grows harder and harder and he thrusts his hips into nothing, desperate to get off. I’d keep making out with him and spoiling him as my fist is elbow deep inside his stomach and chest, gently rummaging through his organs.

Once I’ve edged him enough, that’s when I’d get on top, straddling his hips, his cock pressed against my cock (or vulva, or both) but I still wouldn’t quite give him his satisfaction yet. He’d have to behave and stay very still as I slowly sutured him closed again and watched as his wounds healed. If he tries to move or grind against me, I’ll suture him slower. Only if he behaves will I get it done in a timely manner, and he knows he’ll get a greater reward the quicker I finish. Once he’s stitched up, that’s when I let him do as he pleases. Unable to hold back any longer, he’d grip my hips and roughly frot against me, the both of us making out as we rub our cocks together needily until we cum and are dazed in complete post-coital bliss. If I were a vampire or human in this scenario rather than a ghost, I’d also let him drink my blood, tearing his fangs deep into my neck as he fucked me, so that he could make sure that the deoxygenation from the blood loss made me cum just that much harder.

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They should invent a type of vivisection that isn’t painful or fatal and is just deeply erotic and horny instead

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Unhinged “trust me, I’m a doctor” scientist & their partner whom they perform questionable experiments on is my favorite dynamic

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want her gloved fingers deep inside of me, stretching me wide and open so she can pour numbing gel deep inside my cunt and all over my tdick before promising that i can come this time, she’s gonna be so nice to me, isn’t she so good to me? she just has to get me all wet first, really cram her knuckles deep inside of me as i slowly realize that i can barely feel anything

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Mad scientist narrating into her tape recorder about the progress on her latest test subjuect while said test subject gives her a sloppy blowjob, eyes glazed over as she runs her tongue over her mistress' huge, virile girlcock, drooling on her own swollen tits, head empty except for the need to serve goddess cock.

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Oh don't mind me...just imagining myself on an examination table, naked, with my legs in stirrups while my dom invites his friends for a lesson in female anatomy. He shows them everything on the outside and then using a speculum, opens me up so they can see the insides.

He answers their questions and let's them touch if necessary. Through little experiments they answer their questions while I remain still for them, good object to be studies.

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Something about… suddenly being tied up and gagged and on my stomach while someone inspects me…. i feel the cold gloves on my warm hole while they test how many fingers they can fit in me, fucking me painstakingly slowly.

At first i’m soo tight when they force their first finger in. But after a few steady thrusts i start to drip and the cold latex warms up. Again, the next cold and abrupt digit gets added and i squirm in discomfort, until my hole adjusts and accepts the new size. By the end of it, they’re practically fisting me. Right before i cum, they pull out and instead start feeling my cock, measuring how long i am when im hard.

they tsk disappointedly and shame me for how small my cock is while jacking me off between their thumb and forefinger. I’m squirming and moaning now, unable to hold back. they stop abruptly again and snap off the gloves. They leave me cold and naked and dazed, as they write the results down on a clipboard.

They flip me over, I’m still gagged and my hands still tied behind my back. “You’re going to make such a pretty, obedient boy” they say as they prop me up so im sitting. Im too dazed and horny to move or care what their plan is. They start filling up a needle from a small vial. “Just relax” they smile, as they sterilize a patch of my thigh “we’ll really start to see results after this”. My cock twitches and i moan and relax at hearing their voice, and realizing the needle is my first T dose.

“We’ll do daily measurements, so i can really see how much your tdick will grow”, they explain. I feel the release of the needle leaving my skin. They flip me back over onto my stomach, and i feel the heat growing between my legs. I hear them pull on new, fresh gloves. “But tonight, lets see how much hornier T makes you”

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cw: body modification

could i please please please get kidnapped by a mad scientist who'll do kinky experiments on me... they could inspect my hole and nipples and whatever parts they desire while wearing gloves, occassionally having their assistant write down notes about my arousal levels, how much slick i'm producing and how well they're able to stretch my cunt.

they could strap me to all sorts of machines that they've built to conduct tests on my stamina; machines that vibrate and suck on my clit and nipples and pump them so that they become even more sensitive and thrust big toys into me while monitoring my vitals and brain activity. i'd be injected with substances that enhance my libido. the possibilities are endless, really - all in the name of science of course!

they could modify my body, too; make my throat and neck and tits as sensitive as my pussy and my clit and cunt three times more sensitive than before. then, they could put me on display in some twisted science fair for everyone to see - the perfect, horny, desperate little specimen.

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I need to be kidnapped by kind aliens who take me to the alien vet and they know exactly what's wrong with me and they cure me and feed me nutritious meals

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I want to hold you down as you struggle to escape, piercing your abdomen with a knife before discarding it when you get weak from blood loss. I’m only jealous, that’s all.

I’d reach inside of the wound and just feel your insides.

They said they’d rearrange your guts? I bet they’d never be this deep, baby. I’m the only one for you. I’m the only one who gets to see these special parts of you.

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Just thinking about the needy sounds you’d make as I cut you and finger your cute little guts, trying to help your pathetic self get off in your last moments.

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I wanna get experimented on so bad. Strap me down to a table with my thighs spread apart and my cunt on display. Rub my cock in slow circles to see how long it takes me to start squirming. Tease a vibrator up and down my slit to see just how wet I can get. Make a list of all the sensitive little places that make me moan. Finger me and suck me and vibe my cock while you watch and observe all my reactions. See just how many orgasms you can wring out of me before I'm sobbing from the stimulation, writhing against the restraints, begging you to stop. Keep going and see how long it takes before I can't even make sounds anymore, just twitching and drooling helplessly on the table. Record it all for research so you can remember all the best ways to make me scream. Use them against me when I least expect it and learn all the things you can do to turn me into your needy little fuck toy