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"C'mon Sissy, don't embarrass me in front of all these people," as soon as Dr. Winker said it, more tears started to flow, as Fran wanted to thank him for the reminder, as she almost forgot the view the spectators must have off her. She also watched in horror, as one of her co-workers, moved one of the cameras, so that it seemed to be focused right between her legs. Fran's humiliating day on the table to be preserved forever.

"Give her a couple of seconds, now just go away," Blondie whispered to Dr. Winker, who turned to address the crowd. Fran was a little surprised with Blondie. Today was the first time Fran could remember that she stuck up for her.

For the next ten minutes, Fran just closed her eyes and tried to relax, as they needed to bring her levels down. The room also flooded with soft music. Blondie also shut off all the lights, except for the light directly over the exam table, as now only a cone of light lit up Fran.

Dr. Winker suddenly announced he was satisfied with her readings, so he took off Fran's breathing apparatus. Before Fran could even utter a word, he lifted her head and poured the test tube of liquid down Fran's throat. Fran was now choking on the potion that she had worked so hard on. The liquid quickly burned her mouth and throat. The breathing apparatus was snapped back into place, as the liquid continued its journey. Fran was left alone for ten minutes again as the potion went to work. Fran also knew that she just went past the point of no return.

Dr. Winker called out time and they all recorded their readings, which brought Dr. Winker and Blondie up to the table again. Dr. Winker simply grabbed the rectal thermometer and pulled it out. He quickly wiped it off and took a reading. Fran could only wince as it entered her, once again. Fran also winced because she knew that the test was set for one hour, and then the cool down, so this would happen five more times.

Time moved painfully slow for Fran now, as she began to perspire under the light's rays, and the heat of the stares. The potion was also kicking in, making Fran tingle all over, it felt like an arm of ants were marching over her skin. Her senses seemed to be on high alert.

Each time Dr. Winker checked Fran's temperature the feeling seemed to become more intense. The discomfort of earlier, now replaced with twinges of pleasure. On the fourth temperature check, Dr. Winker even changed to a larger rectal thermometer, which stretched Fran's anal cavity to its limits, while it also caused Fran's body to shudder, wit a mixture of pleasure and pain. It also spiked her readings.

Blondie, following Dr. Winker's orders, used a soft cloth to help soak up some of Fran's perspiration. She started with Fran's face and then down her neck. Fran's head was in a fog, but she still knew what was next, as she felt pressure on her breasts. Her nipples had become almost painfully erect, as her body tingled with sensations, especially as the cloth was dragged across each bumpy nub. Blondie continued her dance down Fran's body, finally resting on her pubic bone.

She folded the damped cloth before she patted Fran's glistening pussy. Blondie flashed Fran a devious smile, but Fran couldn't bear to watch. Blondie checked her work by running her finger from the top of Fran's pussy, to the bottom. Fran's eye's suddenly snapped open, as she could have sworn she felt Blondie's finger, slip quickly inside of her aroused opening.

Fran's strained her eyes, as she heard Blondie moan, "All set," as she returned to her station. Fran's eyes bulged, as she could make out that her pussy lips were no longer tightly nestled together. Instead they fell to the sides, like a drunken rose. Her hidden treasure now exposed, for all to see.

Fran was painfully aware of her body's aroused state for the next two temperature checks. She was never so happy as when Dr. Winker announced that the hour was over, and that she would need a ten minute cool down. Fran's happiness was brief however, as she noticed the door to the observation room open. She cringed when the spectators started flowing into the lab, many offering their congratulations to Dr. Winker, while many using the opportunity to get up close and personal with Fran.

Fran was suddenly surrounded with onlookers, many not even disguising their ogling. The Suits, her former teachers, the old janitors, all discussing her body, many poking and prodding, all while Fran frantically strained against her bounds, her breathing apparatus, silencing her screams.

Dr. Winker's son even used the opportunity to tweak Fran's erect left nipple. Fran's cool down period, anything but. Suddenly Fran's racing heart, caused an alarm to go off. The piercing buzzing sound, instantly filling the room, until Blondie shut it off.

"All right, show time is over," Blondie announced as she returned and noticed a couple of the men openly groping Fran. Dr. Winker's son was even fingering Fran's pussy. "Let's go, there's a bar across the street, some of you guys look like you could use a beer, or a cold shower!"

Blondie let her co-workers gather their data, and the video tapes, and then noticed they were just lingering.

"C'mon guys, I think she has had enough!" Blondie snapped, as she shooed, the reluctant to leave men, out the door. "Men!" She gasped, as she moved back over to Fran, who was smarting over the tapes that were now in Mack and Myer's hands, and began to pull off the sticky pads, as Dr. Winker took off the Hallow, and then he just stood and watched.

"Ah you too," Blondie moaned.

"Me, but this is, MY LAB!" Dr. Winker snapped.

"Yah and this is, MY PUSSY," Blondie said lifting up her dress. "And if you want some more of this, you'll leave now."

Dr. Winker, stood in stunned silence for a second, before he bolted for the door. Blondie giggled, as started removing the breathing apparatus from Fran's mouth, as Blondie also read her face. "Don't look at me like that. I don't even have a high school diploma, and I make more money than you do!"

"Blondie could you please free me," Fran managed, ignoring Blondie's confession, because she was still painfully aware of her nakedness, and her humiliating position, while it also didn't really surprise her.

"No problem," Blondie chirped and Fran quickly sighed, as Blondie moved between Fran's legs. "All in due time."

"What?" Fran quickly moaned.

"Just have to clean you up first," Blondie said, as she twisted on the thermometer, still deep inside of Fran. "This is the biggest rectal thermometer I could find."

"Huh," Fran moaned.

"I mean, I saw, seen." Blondie mumbled. "It's big eh?"

"Yah it was pretty big," Fran moaned out, as Blondie slowly slid it out. "Can you at least put my legs down, I'm starting to cramp?"

"Sure, just let me get this," Blondie said as she used a damp towel to clean Fran's anus. Fran could only roll her eyes, as Blondie whistled as she worked.

"Well that's good enough, for now," Blondie said before she lowered the rails that held Fran's legs up, but left them spread apart. Fran moaned her thanks, as the blood rushed down her legs. "Do you know my place is on the top floor? Maybe you should come up for a hot bath?"

"Yah," Fran moaned. "I mean, yah I knew you lived upstairs!"

"It would be easier," Blondie said, as she moved over to the sink.

"Ah Blondie, I can wash myself." Fran moaned, as she watched Blondie wet another face cloth.

"Yah I know, but what fun would that be," Blondie purred as she strolled back and simply dropped the face cloth onto Fran's stomach. With a sly smile, Blondie grabbed the cloth and started making small circles over her belly button. "Now which way do I go from here?"

Fran was gunna offer a plea, but was to tired too, so she just remained mute, as it seemed like Blondie was back to her teasing ways.

"Do I go up here, and wash your big boobies," Blondie teased as she ran the cloth up to just under the swell of Fran's breasts. "Or do I go down here and wash your bare pussy. You BAD girl."

Fran wanted to protest at Blondie's teasing, but just couldn't find the words. She felt totally helpless, and yet she never remembered being more excited.

"I think I'll start with these," Blondie said as she ran the cloth up onto Fran's left breast. "Who knew you had these, under that silly white lab thingy, you always wear, and your nipples, I've never seen nipples that hard before... Yes and hmmm, here they come again."

Fran closed her eyes, but not her ears, as Blondie's continued washing Fran's breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, while also continuing her teasing. "Man if you could have seen the look on your face when Dr. Winker told you to take off your bra! I'm not even sure that was necessary, but they all seemed to enjoy it, when you did."

Fran opened an eye briefly, as the cloth finally left her breasts and started to make its way lower and lower.

"And then when he told you, to lose the panties too, I thought you might wet yourself." Blondie purred as the cloth ran over Fran's inner thighs. "But you were a Trooper; I'll give you that. I mean you took one for the team, ah literally, I might add."

Fran's body flinched, as the cloth ran over her pussy, while Blondie continued. "I mean being spread out like that, butt naked, your pussy, shaved bare, your lips in a state of arousal, never mind with that thermometer sticking out of your ass."

"Please," Fran gasped, as she felt Blondie's fingers spread her open again. "And then I remember I spread you out, like this." Blondie purred. "And then."

"YAH I KNOW!" Fran snapped, finally tiring of Blondie's teasing.

"OH! Did I hit a nerve? Ah sorry bout that Fran. I guess I couldn't help myself. I mean I could smell your arousal. I just had to see if you were as wet as I thought you might be, and when your pussy lips just fell apart. I mean sometimes I get turned on, but."

"I wasn't turned on!" Fran snapped.

"Really?" Blondie said with a giggle. "That's not what my nose and my eyes told me."

"Well I wasn't, or maybe it was the potion," Fran mumbled. "Now free me please. Ah I think I'm clean down there, now."

"Yes you are," Blondie said as Fran watched as Blondie licked her finger, and dropped the damp cloth on her stomach again. "Ok Fran I'll free yah, and maybe I'll buy that potion excuse, but answer me this. How did it feel knowing all eyes were on you? Hmmm, knowing all eyes were on your naked body, your ample breasts, your big brown, erect nipples, you're exposed pussy, all for the taking... Hmmm Fran?"

Fran's face flushed again with the questions, and because Blondie dragged a fingernail across her erect nipple, as she spoke.

"How did it feel Fran? You had to know that every man was fantasying about having you, devouring you, fucking you, enslaving you," Blondie purred, as she leaned her head down towards Fran's chest. "Licking your breasts," she said before her tongue followed her words. Blondie took a couple of licks, before she sucked on Fran's left nipple, to which Fran could only muster a feeble protest. "Biting your nipple," Fran suddenly shrieked, as Blondie did so, as she did when she bit the other one.

"Please Blondie stop," Fran cried out, as Blondie raked her nipple in between her tongue and her teeth. She moaned her thanks, when Blondie finally did, but not before leaving her with raw nipples.

"Kissing their way down your stomach," Blondie said, again following her words, "and then licking your pussy," she mumbled, before she brought her tongue down and split Fran's pussy into two halves, which brought out a gasp from its owner. "Sucking your clit," Blondie moaned, as she suddenly brought her whole face down onto Fran's pussy, and sucked on her clit hood. "Fucking your wet, moist, pussy," Blondie managed, in between breaths, and as she slowly added her middle finger to her sucking, as Fran begged her to stop.

Suddenly Blondie stood up and giggled, but her finger never left Fran's pussy. "Stop but I wasn't finished." Blondie said, wiping her face with her other hand. "Your mouth says stop, but your pussy says, go, go, go."

"Please, I ah...Owww," Fran's plea, seemingly turning into a moan.

"Like I was saying, and with that thermometer, you know, sticking out of your ass, they were all wishing that was them, their cocks buried in your ass, fucking you like a farm animal." Blondie oozed.

"Please don't tease me anymore," Fran mumbled.

"Please, I know I would have, I mean if I had a cock," Blondie said looking into Fran's face, her middle finger quickly snapping back and forth, inside of Fran's pussy. "I do have a cock, you know."

"Oh not like that Fran," Blondie quickly snapped, reading Fran's face. "It's a strap on, and it's bigger than most men's cocks."

"You like girrrr, OH PLEASE, Don't make me come!" Fran moaned out.

"Yah I enjoy the company of women, as well as men, and if you lie and tell me that you don't want me, then I'll free you and you will never and I mean NEVER have me." Blondie said, all while her thumb began to circle Fran's clit.

Fran's head was swirling. She had been fantasizing about Blondie since the day they first met, but with time, she also grew to hated her, and her teasing ways. Also swirling cause Blondie's long finger was also doing its magic. Fran tried to speak, but her voice was replaced with a squeal, as Blondie's thumb found her throbbing clit, as well. Fran knew that she was losing the battle now.

"It's ok Fran. I'll let your body do the talking." Blondie said, as Fran's body began thrashing on the table, testing the holds of her restraints, one more time. Audible moans filling the air, as Blondie gushed. "That's it Fran, cum for me baby, cum for me, you little whore...Just think of how many guys are going to wack-off tonight, to your naked, helpless image. I bet they are across the street right now, your tape, in the VCR, the whole bar watching, watching YOU."

Fran's body finally slowed after a series of powerful quivers and some loud cries of pleasure, from its owner. Blondie, with a proud smile, slowly withdrew her finger and brought it up to Fran's mouth. Fran, who was still a little light headed, was a little reluctant at first, but she finally sucked her own juices from Blondie's persistent finger, tasting herself for the first time. Blondie then used the wet cloth to clean up her hand and then Fran's pussy, while Fran caught her breath.

Blondie finally un-strapped her from the table. Fran just rubbed her freed wrists, as her focus slowly returned. Blondie left the room, as Fran sat up on the table, trying to get some feeling back into her legs. She watched as Blondie returned and held up that red robe again. Fran slid to her feet, shaking her head, and finally made her way into the robe.

Fran was a little puzzled, and still a little mad that Blondie had just taken advantage of her, as she watched Blondie stuff her discarded clothes into a large hand bag.

"C'mon that was just the appetizer," Blondie said, as she reached out and took Fran's soft hand. "Just wait until the main coarse, and if you're nice, I just might fuck you up the ass tonight."

Fran could only gasp, as she wasn't really sure if she was ready for that, or a night with another woman, especially Blondie, or if she could ever face her boss or her co-worker again, after all she just went through. Fran suddenly noticed that she was still holding Blondie's hand, as they waited for the elevator.

Looking into Blondie's lust filled eyes, she knew that it was now or never, although she was still a little afraid to make her fantasies, a reality. She even giggled to herself as she thought, "There's always another night of, Nick at Night."

Blondie suddenly pressed her lips into Fran's, and gave her a soft passionate kiss. Blondie broke away, as the doors opened.

"C'mon Fran, you won't be disappointed," Blondie said, as if she was reading Fran's mind, and just before she helped Fran into the elevator. "Plus you can always, blame it on the potion."

The End