Amy whispers quietly between sobs, "Please, Will....don't...." He looks at her and at first is worried, then he remembers that his experiment is more important. He raises his hand and tries to decide quickly if he should slap her or not.

She whimpers at seeing his hand and that decides it. He slaps her across her left breast. Not very hard, but enough to let her know that he is in charge here. She quiets immediately, and the tears start to flow again.

He watches her body to see how it reacts and sees that her nipple on her left breast actually got harder. He leans forward and takes it into his mouth. His tongue pushes it around in his mouth. Then he sucks it deep into his mouth, pulling it as hard as he can from her breast at the same time.

His hands are now between her legs again and exploring her tender and delicate flesh. Her juices are starting to flow, and he knows that she is hating that her body reacts when her mind is locked in terror.

Then he pushes a single finger into her wetness and feels her internal heat surround his finger. He lets out a small moan of his own. He pulls the finger out and slides it up to her clit and rubs her juices over it. He looks into her face and sees....

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-Oliver Wendell Holmes