The Fifth Vital Sign · Part 3

The Fifth Vital Sign · Part 3 (3/3)
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Hank then announced to the hooded and clamped group that he would take off the hoods of the 5 shockers so that they could see each other without being seen by the rest of the group. After doing this, he then replaced the shockers' hoods, toyed with a few sets of boobs while the girls were unable to see, then began removing hoods one-by-one starting with girl #1. Before starting the game, Hank told the girls to take a good look at their keypads, because they wouldn't be able to see them during the game. He then hit a button on his own keypad, which caused all of the girls' wrist restraints to begin to move.

The bars that extended from the backs of their chairs and held their wrists outstretched began folding backwards, keeping their elbows straight but bringing their wrists together behind their backs. Hank apologized insincerely for the discomfort of the new position, but let them know that it made their thrust-out chests look fantastic, and that it was necessary for the game so that it wouldn't be too obvious who the shockers were.

With everything set, Hank shouted enthusiastically: "Let the games begin!" Nobody moved for a few tense seconds, then #4 convulsed from a shock to her collar and glared around the circle to identify her attacker. The playboy prude locked eyes with #18, the girl she had mocked in the beginning for dressing like a slut. But a moment later both #4 and #18 convulsed from an apparent mis-choice.

Most of the girls missed the confused looks on a few of the girls’ faces as this all took place. Numbers 4 and 18 were both actually shockers. The other shockers couldn't understand why #4 had shocked herself, but Hank was impressed that #4 had figured out so quickly that it would be worth suffering a shock to divert attention from herself. And doing it first thing would probably be the only time she would have everyone’s attention and their least suspicion. Accusing a fellow shocker was pretty brilliant too, as whoever she shocked would obviously feel the difference between a collar shock and a breast shock.

Four more shocks were delivered shortly after #4's show. The receiving girls all looked around accusingly, but most had no idea where their attacks had come from, and delivered shocks to the nipple clamps of innocent girls. #10, however, noticed that shy #20 kept glancing at her guiltily. When #10 made her choice, the monitors announced that #20, one of the shockers, had been knocked out. The knocked out red-head was then raised up into the awkward sex position that #1 had recently been in, with the added discomfort of her arms still cranked behind her back and her nipples still clamped and stretched. Hank congratulated #10 on her correct choice, and let her know that she could now shock #20's nipples whenever she wanted to, which the generally pissed off #10 did with frequent pleasure.

The game continued, with collar shocks and retaliatory nipple shocks flying left and right. Hank was having a fantastic time watching the naked hotties exchange shocks and get madder and madder at each other. They all looked so deliciously vulnerable with their arms cranked behind them and their boobs adorned with wired nipple clamps. All the girls were now glancing around suspiciously, including the remaining four shockers who were trying to fit in. Whenever one girl was shocked, she would get pissed and everyone else would try desperately not to make eye contact with her, in an attempt dodge the retaliatory nipple shock.

The next girl knocked out was #10. #4 had been sending her shocks at every available opportunity in retribution for knocking out one of the other shockers. #4 also just didn't like #10, who had come to class dressed like such a slob and who had been taking way too much pleasure shocking poor knocked-out #20. #10 was raised up into the uncomfortable sex position, and #4 now had the ability to shock her nipples whenever she desired, which turned out to be rather often.

After a while, a few of the girls started noticing that #s 5 and 9 didn't seem to be getting any shocks. The girls who noticed began staring accusingly at those two and trying to nod their heads towards them to get everyone else's attention. Accused 5 and 9 started to look guilty, which was their real downfall. They weren't at all sure what to do, and as their 15 second window drew closed they both sent out random desperate shocks, which were immediately retaliated, knocking them out of the game.

This time, instead of pushing the knocked out girls into the awkward cunt-thrust position, their chairs folded in a different direction. The chair backs folded down, pushing their chests towards their knees, at the same time that the section of the chair back that held their collars folded backwards, bending their heads upwards. They ended up with their mouths right about at crotch level, and in case that point was lost on them, Hank came by an strapped large ring gags into their mouths.

#4 and #18 were now the only shockers left in the game, but they proved much more difficult to identify. They would periodically shock themselves or each other to allay suspicion, and they slowly but surely knocked out more and more of the 'detectives.' Of course, the fewer 'detectives' there were, the higher the chances that one of them might just randomly retaliate correctly against them and knock them out of the game. To avoid this, they started strategically shocking girls that seemed to suspect other girls. #19 would give #8 a funny look, so they'd shock #8, who would blame #19. Hank was having a blast watching as more and more of the girls ended up in the awkward bent positions.

In addition to the cunt-thrust and open-mouth positions, some girls' chairs were folding them into a bent over position that left their legs spread and their asses high in the air. All together, it made for a great display of useable holes – some cunts, some mouths, some asses – all hot naked girls ready to please!

The shocking continued until the only girls left were the two shockers, #4 and #18, and one last detective, athletic #8. The fit chick now knew that the other two were both shockers, but she still had to correctly guess which one of them shocked her, and she only had one guess left. Cunning #4 started delivering nipple shocks to girls that had already been knocked out. She started with #10, then went in order to #s 11, 12, 13, 14. Each girl had a different reaction to getting her boobs shocked – some tried in vain to shake the nipple clamps free, some flexed their stomachs tightly – but it was obvious each time who was getting shocked.

And #4 made it obvious that she was the one delivering the shocks by looking at each girl then nodding as she keyed in their number. When she got to #15, she nodded at her but keyed in number 8 instead. #15, a short, voluptuous, meek looking girl, clearly hated the shocks – she'd been one of the first girls to obey almost every step of the way in an effort to minimize them. When #4 nodded at her, she shook and grimaced as if she'd been shocked. #8 felt the shock, but was sure that #4 had been busy, and so retaliated against the wrong shocker. #18 then swooped in and delivered the fifth shock to #8, knocking her out of the game and sending her into the ass-up position.

Hank applauded wildly, congratulating 4 and 18 on their win and laughing at the other girls for being so stupid. He then told the winners that their 'prize' was the privilege of choosing which sex position they would be folded into. They were to press 1 for cunt thrust, 2 for ring gag, and 3 for ass up. The victors were clearly unhappy with all of their options, but when Hank threatened that indecision would cause them to experience all three, they went ahead and keyed in their fates. Big breasted #18 chose the cunt thrust, and former prude #4 chose the ring gag. Hank then assigned #1, who had sat out for the game, to the ass-up position, leaving roughly a third of the girls in each position.

"All right girls," Hank told the assembled group of naked and awkwardly bent hotties, "it's just about time for me to leave. But I don't want you to think that I showed favoritism by only fucking #14 and #1. I think it is a TA's job to be fair to all his students. Unfortunately, I don't have time to fuck each one of you individually, so I'm going to go around the circle giving each of you one thrust at a time. We'll see how many times I make it around, and which one of you will be the lucky winner who makes me cum!"

The girls didn't look too enthusiastic, but Hank thought this was a fantastic idea, and of course, it didn't matter whether the girls were happy about it or not. So he pulled out his semi-erect dick, placed it through #2's ring gag, and told the raven-haired beauty to start things off by licking him until he was nice and hard. As encouragement, he reached down and took hold of the nipple clamps that still adorned her tits. He told her the sooner he was hard, the sooner he'd stop pulling. Motivated, the girl who had licked #1's clit so well then did a champion job at getting Hank hard and ready for his marathon.

As soon as he was fully erect, Hank suited up and moved on to #3. As tempting as it was to let #2 complete the job, he did want to make sure he tapped each of these babes. He thrust his hard cock in and out of #3's waiting cunt, then stepped up to #4's waiting mouth. For winning the last game, #4 had been able to choose the blow job position she was in, but she probably hadn't bargained on getting a cock that had just been pulled out of her neighbor's cunt. However, her bindings held her head tight and her ring gag held her mouth open wide, so there was nothing she could do to avoid Hank's member from pushing on in. And Hank didn't stop at the back of her mouth, he thrust straight on into her throat, burying his cock all the way to the hilt before pulling out and leaving the girl choking and gasping for breath.

#5 got another throat thrust, then Hank went on to #6 and #7, whose cunts awaited his attentions. Athletic #8 was lined up to be his first ass fuck, though she was wiggling and flexing with all her strength to avoid it. Hank just laughed, slapped her ass, and told her that if she had wanted to choose her position, she shouldn't have been so stupid during the shock game. He placed the tip of his now well-lubricated cock right on the entrance of #8's very tight-looking, and probably virgin, ass-hole. The bent-over girl beneath him was now shaking franticly, but while this succeeded in jiggling her firm buttocks, it did nothing to shake Hank's head away from the tightly bound girl's sphincter. Hank plunged slowly in, making #8 feel every inch, then slapped her ass a few more times before pulling out and moving on.

#9 was desperately unhappy about being in the blow-job position following an ass fucking, but her tongue was no match against a rock hard dick as Hank thrust his way straight down her throat. The girl looked up at him with such disgust that he just had to leave his cock buried for a moment before pulling out and moving on.

Hank continued on around the circle, thrusting into cunts, asses and mouths as he went. This was even better than he had imagined it might be. The brief pauses in between girls kept him at just the right level, rock-hard but not too close to cumming. He definitely wanted to keep this going as long as he could. #10, pajama girl, looked so hot with her big boobs thrust upward and her pussy ready to be poked. A couple more pussy plunges and Hank came to #14, whose pussy he had already enjoyed, and whose ass now awaited him.

That ass still looked sore from the spanking he had given it earlier, but it also looked so delicious that he couldn't help but give it a few more spanks as he pounded the girl’s sphincter. Meek #15 then got the dirty job of licking Hank's cock clean, and anything she missed was picked up by the mouths and throats of #16 and #17 after her. Three cunt-thrusters then awaited Hank, and he jumped from one to the next in rapid succession. But when he rammed his way in to #20, he was shocked to feel a soft pop. He looked down at the red-head beneath him.

Sure, she looked shy, but she also looked hot as hell, and she was a junior in college, so surely… but indeed, a few drops of blood followed Hank's dick as he pulled out of the virgin pussy he had just deflowered. A number of the other girls noticed as well, and the red-head's face blossomed into a blush that rivaled her hair for color.

Hank, having assumed that all college girls, especially the hot ones, were basically sluts, had not been expecting this treat. He made an exception to his rule and gave her one more long thrust before pulling off and replacing his condom. He was okay plunging from ass to throat, but figured he had to draw the line somewhere. He also grabbed the vibrator that #10 had used earlier, pushed it all the way in to #20's pussy, and turned it on to its sole high setting, saying that a girl's first time ought to be enjoyable. It looked like the red-head could die from embarrassment, but even in her uncomfortable situation she couldn't resist the relentless vibrator and began working towards a shattering climax.

Satisfied with his work, Hank moved on to #1, then started his second round of single thrusts back in #2's mouth. He made it all the way around to #20 again, but was just about ready to explode by the time he got there. The sight of the cute, shy red-head whose virginity he had just taken and who was now riding the vibrator for all she was worth, was enough to drive Hank right to the edge. He yanked the vibrator out of her pussy, which triggered the girl's third orgasm. He pounded her spasming pussy for a few seconds then exploded into her love canal.

"That, my darling #20, was fantastic." Hank said as he stroked the sweating girl's thighs and breasts. "I hope you now see the folly in your former virginal ways."

Hank then reluctantly hit a button on his remote, and all the chairs returned the girls to their original bound, spread-armed, sitting positions. The only difference is that metal bars had extended like seatbelts across their laps, holding them down firmly in their chairs. "Ladies, before I go, I'd like to give you something to remember me by. This is going to hurt a little, but as they say, no pain no gain, right?" He pulled out what looked like a large pen or marker from his pocket and walked over to #4. All the girls tried get a look at what he was doing, but of course they couldn't move much at all, and Hank's position on #4's right side blocked everyone's view except for #3.

He pulled a cap off the instrument and pressed a button on the other end. Only #3 and #4 could see that business-end of the instrument started glowing red-hot. The rest of the girls could only see that #3 and #4's heart rates increased dramatically, and then they saw #4's pain line shoot straight up to and only slowly start to slide back downwards. They couldn't see what Hank had done to #4's right side, but they knew they certainly weren't looking forward to it, whatever it was. Even #4 couldn't see what Hank had 'given' her, but the supposed prude did know that there was an awfully painful burn on the side of her right buttock.

Only #3 and Hank himself could see the half-inch circle around a capital "H" that had been branded onto the side of #4's ass.

Hank looked with satisfaction at his first initial, burned into the skin of the naked girl before him. It had come out quite nicely, thanks to the super-hot branding pen he had used and the enforced immobility of his subject. The angry red color would fade and the burn would heal in time, but the scar it left behind would be permanent and essentially impossible to remove. This girl would be sporting his initial on her ass for the rest of her life, and soon all of her classmates would as well. It gave him a feeling of power over her that was even stronger than the bondage he had her in. He brushed a hair out of her eyes and patted her on the cheek before moving on to #5 next.

Going this way around the circle meant that none of the girls could see what was about to be done to them. All they knew was that it was going to be extremely painful, and that the pain wasn't going to stop right away. By the time Hank got to former pajama girl #10, after leaving his brand in the same place on the asses of the girls in between, the pain line for #4 was still hovering around . All the girls were quite nervous at that point – their heart rate lines were all elevated and many were struggling anew in their bondage.

But of course there was no where they could go and nothing they could really do but wait for Hank to get to them with whatever that horrible pen-shaped tool was.

#14, whose ass had been voted best, was particularly fun to brand. She probably loved showing off that ass with high cut bikini bottoms on the beach or with thong lingerie in her boyfriends bedrooms. Would she continue doing so now that her fine ass bore someone else's initial? Hank chuckled to himself thinking about what excuses she might make – would she pretend it was a birthmark? Or that she had sat on something that had burned her? Or say that her ass was a helicopter landing pad? Hank went ahead and pressed the branding pen into her ass, eliciting a sharp yelp from the bound girl. Well, whatever explanation she used, he sure hoped that she would continue to show off that fine piece of flesh – it really did look even better now that it bore his mark.

Hank continued around the circle, burning his initial into the flanks of the waiting girls. Some were able to stay silent, while others involuntarily screamed out when the branding pen hit them, earning a shock to their necks in addition to the burning on their asses. Hank eventually worked his way back to #3, at which point all of the girls bore his mark except for her.

He cupped her chin in his hand and looked down at her, saying: "Now #3, it's really not fair that you know exactly what's coming, while everyone else received my brand as a surprise." Slender #3 certainly didn't see it this way – it had been horrible watching all the other girls get burned, watching their pain lines shoot up, and knowing that there was nothing she could do to avoid the same fate. But she couldn't voice this objection, so Hank just continued: "So perhaps I should surprise you by leaving my initial on a different part of your body.. Maybe on this nice looking shoulder?" Hank held the brand near #3's shoulder as the girl tried in vain to squirm away from it.

"Well, you were wearing that cute little tank top earlier, weren't you?, I'd hate to stop you from showing off your body like that. So, how about right on your forehead? It would sure be hard to hide that!" Hank held the brand right in front of the girl's eyes and pulled her hair roughly back. #3 was clearly petrified, staring cross eyed at the brand that was so close to her face and not daring to even breathe. Hank just laughed and said "No, no, I wouldn't do that. I want all of you bitches to be branded in the same spot so you'll all look like you're part of the same harem. #3's relief was short lived as the brand hit her ass and she screamed out in pain.

"Now Ladies," Hank said, "I'm sad to say that I really do have to get going. You have all been fantastic subjects, even when you were a bit difficult. You've given me some great… data, and I hope I've taught you a thing or two about group psychology." As he made his little lecture, Hank went from girl to girl, pulling out the collar tether from the back of each chair and attaching it to the collar of the next girl in line. "For obvious reasons, I'll need you all to wait in this room for a while after I leave. But I also need you to get up out of these chairs – they were a bit expensive to build, you see, and I'll need to take them with me for future use."

Hank hit a button on his remote, and all of the girls' wrist cuffs released from the bars that had been holding their arms awkwardly wrenched behind them. But there was no freedom to be gained because as soon as the chairs released their wrists, their wrist tethers, which had attached to the backs of their collars, wrenched their hands up towards their collars, pinning them each in a reverse prayer position. A moment later, the girls' ankle cuffs also released, but those tethers also went taut, binding the girls' ankles together. Hank tied off #10's collar tether to a ring mounted on the wall towards the back of the room.

He then hit another button and all the girls' collars were released from the backs of their chairs. But this didn't give them much freedom. Their ankles were severely hobbled, their arms were worthless behind them, and their necks were all tethered together. A couple girls also learned the hard way that the shock feature of the collars was still activated whenever they tried to speak. Slowly, the collar tethers began to retract. #10 was pulled towards the ring on the wall. She had to hop to keep from falling flat on her face. The rest of the girls were pulled behind her, getting closer and closer together as the tethers connecting their collars shortened.

Hank laughed at the sight of the 20 naked girls as they hopped and stumbled together. Their tethers kept retracting until their collars were only an inch apart and the girls formed a very tight line, with the bare breasts of one girl pressed tightly against the bare arms and back of the girl in front of her. On one side of the line, #10’s tether had retracted all the way to the ring it was attached to, forcing the girl to stand right against the wall and pulling her up on to her toes. On the other side of the line, Hank pushed the #11 over to wall so that the whole line of hotties stood with their left sides pressed against the far wall of the room and their right sides facing out.

He then tied off #11's tether to another ring, securing the whole group in place. He stood back and took a look at them – a line of 20 hot naked bodies, essentially spooning each other, all bound in place. And the best part about this arrangement was the way it showed off his branding work – 20 "H"s in a row, standing proud on the right side of each girl's ass. It was quite a sight.

With the girls secured, Hank was free to go about the work of packing up the chairs and the rest of his gear. The chairs all folded down into a remarkably small volume, fitting onto one rolling cart that Hank pulled out of a closet. The monitors, gear, and all the girls' clothes fit onto another cart, both of which Hank rolled into the hallway, leaving the room empty except for the line of naked hotties.

He came back in to say his goodbyes, pinching tits and slapping freshly branded asses as he strolled down the line of girls and thanked them again for being such willing subjects in his research. Finally, he said "Now, I really do have to go. Your collars and cuffs will all release in about an hour. Very soon after they release, they will all self destruct. With so many of them in one place, I'd expect that to make quite a mess, so I'd highly recommend that you all get far away from here as quickly as you can. You're on your own after that. I apologize for taking all your clothing with me and leaving you naked, but after enjoying your bodies all by myself, I'd feel selfish if I didn't share them at least briefly with whoever happens to be walking around when you leave. Okay, enjoy the peaceful hour while it lasts, and good luck!"

Hank shut off the lights and closed the door behind him when he left, leaving his test subjects bound in the dark. As he calmly walked out of the building with his carts, he thought about all those incredibly hot bodies standing tightly together in the room in the basement. They would certainly not be calm when they left. After an hour of uncomfortably standing against that wall, worrying about their collars exploding while still around their necks, those girls would surely run in a panic out of the room and out of the building. There would be naked legs and arms and boobs and butts flying every which way. It was a shame that he couldn't be there to see it, but it was better this way.

By the time those girls came running out, the collars and cuffs would self-destruct, removing the only evidence of his having been there, and he would be long gone, free of any repercussions from the abuse he just put those girls through. Life was good.

The Fifth Vital Sign · Part 3 (3/3)
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