Experiment. 1

Isha was a innocent girl and didn't have any money, so she was kidnapped and sold to a lab full with scientist do to experiment on her beautiful body.

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Isha was walking home, when she was kidnapped. Hours later she opened her eyes and saw two men standing in front of her. She was laying on the floor in a small dress with her hands tied behind her, and attached to a wall.

Her- Why did you kidnap me I don't have any money let me go.

1- Don't worry youw I'll get used to it.

2- I can't control anymore I'm fucking her.

1- No let me check if she is a virgin or not. Or else we will not get payed.

2- Fine let me this way I will get to touch her pussy.

Then the second men walked to towards her and opened her legs and riped off her pantie, he checked if she was a virgin or not.

2- Fuck she is a virgin, if we fuck her now we will not get the full money.

1- Yes we can't fuck her pussy but we can use her mouth and ass.

Hearing that her eyes wide in shock, but before she could say anything, they unhook her hand from the wall and took her to the bed.

She saw another woman laying there, there was cum leaching out of her mouth, ass, and pussy.

1- Why is this hole still here.

Saying that he pushed her off the bed causing her to scream in pain, they placed Isha on the bed on her knees her hands were still tied and now she was in between them.

One of them were kissing her lips while the other one way kissing her neck, she didn't understand what to do she was scared and crying. Just then the first one slapped her so hard and riped her clothes off her body.

2- what is your name slut.

Her- Isha.

1- Isha we are your Daddy and master. If you want to life then let daddy fuck your mouth and let master fuck your ass or else.

Saying that he pulled out a gun, she didn't want to do so agreed. Soon they all were naked, Isha was on her knees and hand, daddy was standing in front of her while master was rubbing his dick on her ass.

Her- Please don't do this my ass will not be able to handle.

They were the last words she said because after that he pushed his dick in her mouth, master was rubbing his dick on her wet pussy first after that he too pushed in her ass.

She cried at the pain first, her body tense and trembling as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

The initial shock left her breathless, her heart racing as she fought against the discomfort that enveloped her.

Each wave of intensity felt like a double-edged sword; it was both a source of distress and a catalyst for something deeper within her.

For a moment, it felt as if the world around her had faded into a blur, leaving only the acute awareness of her body and the sensations that accompanied it.

However, as the seconds turned into minutes, something shifted within her. She began to surrender to the experience, allowing herself to lean into the feelings rather than resist them.

The pain, which once felt sharp and consuming, gradually transformed into a complex tapestry of sensations that intertwined with pleasure.

With each passing moment, her initial cries of discomfort morphed into soft, melodic moans that filled the air, a testament to her growing enjoyment of the experience.

Her body started to respond in unexpected ways, each movement eliciting reactions that surprised her.

She discovered a rhythm, a dance between pleasure and pain that seemed to awaken something primal within her.

As she gave herself permission to embrace the sensation, the moans grew louder, echoing her newfound freedom.

It was as if she had crossed a threshold, stepping into a realm where vulnerability was not a weakness but a gateway to deeper pleasure.

The sound of her own voice, once filled with distress, now resonated with a raw, uninhibited joy. She felt liberated, unafraid to express the depth of her feelings.

The experience became a celebration of her body's capacity to feel, to enjoy, and to transcend boundaries that she had once thought were insurmountable.

In that moment, she found herself not just enduring the experience but reveling in it, each moan a release, each cry a testament to her journey of self-discovery and acceptance.