The Amoral Experiments
Copyright© 2026 by Kelvin Murphy
Chapter 2
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 2 - She wakes up in a hospital with no memories. Her life becomes a series of experiments. Will she recover her past or will she become something else?
Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Drunk/Drugged Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Doctor/Nurse
On the following day, Lavinia and Matilda were turned into a small courtyard which lay within the physical confines of the institute.
“Did you get into trouble yesterday?” Matilda asked. She was wearing a simple white frock which contrasted sharply with her shining black hair and dark eyes. Lavinia thought the effect quite stunning, but she refused to acknowledge this to Matilda.
“The doctor was displeased,” she said, a small pout on her lips, “because his orders were disobeyed. We stayed in the shower too long, and we shouldn’t have. Mrs. Hatchett didn’t mind, or at least she didn’t get as angry as I had expected. Didn’t they say anything to you?”
“No. Only to tell me to make certain I showed you around this afternoon. What did the doctor do when he came in last night?”
Lavinia had hoped that Matilda would ask this, because she had many questions for which she had no answers, and being obviously more experienced, Matilda might well be able to help her.
“He did a remarkable thing,” Lavinia said, “and I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn’t know if I could or not.”
“Don’t be silly, girl!” Matilda laughed. “You should know, after what happened, that you can ask me anything. I would never lie to you, Lavinia.”
Lavinia sat down on a small wooden bench - one of many dotting the path which wound among the carefully landscaped grounds. Matilda sat beside her and held her hand.
“You can tell me anything, Lavinia. I swear it!”
At first the words came haltingly, but soon, inspired by Matilda’s apparent receptiveness, the story bubbled out of Lavinia as if it had been a secret kept too long.
“Well, after telling me not to disobey orders again, he sat down on the bed and put his hand on my knee. I had the cover pulled up to my neck, but I felt the pressure of his hand anyway, and it must have made me blush, because he asked me if I was embarrassed, and I said no. So he moved his hand up along my leg until it rested on my ... my sex, and he left it there while he talked.
“He said I was a lovely girl, and that he thought of me as one of his favorite patients. I told him, in answer to his question, that I had decided on Lavinia as my new name, and that I didn’t want a last name. He said it would be all right for now, but that later, when I was cured and ready for release, I would have to choose a last name. I suppose he’s right. If I get a job on the outside, I must have a last name for the payroll, and all that sort of thing. So you will have to help me choose one for myself.
“He asked me if I like you, and then he asked me what we had done together, and I told him we had only showered together.”
“You should have told him all of it!” Matilda interrupted, “He would have enjoyed hearing it, I’m sure. And it wouldn’t have prejudiced him against either of us. I can assure you of that.”
“Very well, I’ll tell him the next time he asks, if he does. After I told him about us, he slowly pulled the cover down to my ankles, and he looked at my body for a long time, without saying a word. He was breathing kind of funny. You know, like he was tired, or like a man who is excited about something very important. Then he took my breasts in his hands and massaged them for a time.”
“How long?” Matilda asked.
“Oh, a few minutes.”
“Until your nipples were hard?”
“Yes, and for a long time afterwards. I didn’t say anything to him because I had expected something like that. He’s done it to me twice before, so I wasn’t surprised. Then he asked me how I felt. I said, I feel warm and tingly all over, and that answer seemed to please him because he smiled and said he liked me very much, and that I should be well in no time at all. Then he took his fingers and softly parted the lips of my sex. He had been a little rough with me the two times before, but last night he was very gentle. He bent over and for a second I thought he only wanted to look up into me, but he didn’t stop bending over until his lips and tongue were touching me.”
“The way I touched you in the shower?” Matilda asked. Her voice was a husky whisper.
“Yes, exactly like that!” Lavinia answered. “And he pulled himself onto the bed and did it for a long time. He only stopped once, and that was to tell me to hold my legs further apart and to lift them up into the air. He did it until I came, then he kissed my breasts and asked me if I liked what he had done.”
“And what did you tell him?” Matilda leaned forward eagerly to hear Lavinia’s answer.
“It was a silly question,” Lavinia said, “because my reactions made my feelings quite obvious. I couldn’t have lied to him. I think he just wanted me to say it out loud.”
“Did you like it more with him than with me?”
“I don’t know, Matilda. It was nice with both of you. I just can’t say which was better.”
Matilda brushed her lips against Lavinia’s. Her hand touched Lavinia’s thigh. “Then I must do it for you again because I want to know which of us is better - me or the doctor. You will let me do it to you again, won’t you?”
At that moment someone spoke to them from the path.
“Hello, girls!”
“Oh, hello, Mr. Rimmer!” Matilda said half-heartedly.
The man was in his early forties, judging from his appearance, and Lavinia thought him rather distinguished. He had fair features, blue eyes, and gray temples. He wore a neat but old-fashioned suit and carried a knobby cane over his shoulder. His eyes twinkled as he came forward and, perhaps rudely, squeezed himself between the two girls.
“And what is your name, young lady, if I may ask?”
“Lavinia.”
“And tell me, what has this naughty Matilda been telling you about our wonderful home here? Has she frightened you into bad dreams yet?”
“Why no, she hasn’t,” Lavinia said. She could see that Matilda was slightly bored by the gentleman’s presence, but she didn’t want to begin her stay in the institution by alienating other patients.
“I’m surprised!” Mr. Rimmer exclaimed. “She was once the spokesman for all discontented patients - and quite a thorn in the good doctor’s side - I might add. But I suppose you really have changed, haven’t you, Matilda?”
“All because of the cure, Mr. Rimmer, you know that,” Matilda attempted a polite chuckle. “I am told that I won’t have to be here much longer, because I’m almost well. Have you received a report on your own case yet?”
“Not recently,” Mr. Rimmer lowered his voice and spoke in tones of philosophical deliberation. “But in my case - my personal case I mean - it really doesn’t upset me too much that I’ve been here for five years. Unusual as it is. You know very well how much I love this place. I don’t care if I’m ever cured! If all they’ve told us about the outside world is true, well, that doesn’t sound like such a pleasant place now, does it? I ask you!”
“To some it does,” Matilda said rather wistfully.
“Oh, I’d love to hear about it!” Lavinia said.
“You will, believe me!” Matilda said. “Your classes will begin tomorrow, and the ones that aren’t about physical health are concerned with how to live in the outside world. At first, the outside won’t sound like a very good place to be, as Mr. Rimmer says, but later, as your cure progresses, it will sound more and more desirable. When you are completely cured, you won’t be able to consider going anywhere else. It takes longer to cure some people, that’s all. And that is why Mr. Rimmer has been here for five years, and still doesn’t want to leave. It is taking longer to cure him than is usual. But he will be cured, eventually. Everyone is.”
“Do you have any idea why you haven’t been cured yet, Mr. Rimmer?”
“Well, I suppose I do,” Mr. Rimmer nodded his head like a horse champing against the bit. “I seem to suffer from an obsession. A very deep-seated obsession which is difficult for the doctor to tear out.”
“Difficult because you don’t want it torn out!” Matilda said. It sounded like an accusation, but Mr. Rimmer was apparently unaffected, for he went on talking as if he hadn’t heard Matilda at all.
“What is your obsession?” Lavinia asked.
“My, but you are a curious little dear, aren’t you?” Mr. Rimmer’s face brightened and he touched Lavinia’s elbow with his palm. “It would be much more pleasant if I could demonstrate my obsession,” he said. “The best experiences, in my opinion, always lose something when translated into speech. Yes indeed, you must permit me to show you.”
“Mr. Rimmer -” Matilda tried to interrupt, but so curious and intent was Lavinia that she didn’t notice the interruption, and Mr. Rimmer chose to ignore it, as he had ignored Matilda’s previous remark.
“Certainly you may show me, if you want.” Lavinia said.
Mr. Rimmer took Lavinia’s arm and together they rose from the bench.
“Come with me, my dear, and let us go behind this large shrub for a minute or so. It isn’t that my obsession is a secret from Matilda, but I prefer to demonstrate only to one person at a time. An aberration which I would be glad to see destroyed by the cure, even if I do want to retain the primary sickness. So you see, I’m not a complete maniac.”
Lavinia was reluctant, but out of politeness, she allowed Mr. Rimmer to take her arm and lead her behind the shrubbery. As soon as they were concealed from the pathway, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the lawn, not roughly, but insistently, and before the expression of surprise faded from Lavinia’s lovely face, the man had crawled down alongside her, pushed her garment up to her hips, forced her slim legs apart, and buried his face in the soft warmth of her sex. The sensation was not unpleasant, but it had taken place so quickly that Lavinia was quite breathless. She didn’t want to offend Mr. Rimmer, since, after all, he might even be dangerous. But she hoped he would hurry so she could continue her walk with Matilda.
“Take your time, Lavinia!” Matilda’s voice penetrated the shrubbery. “I’ll wait for you until the old fool’s finished.”
Relieved, Lavinia allowed herself to relax as much as possible. Mr. Rimmer sensed the tension leaving the girl’s body, and this caused him to renew his efforts. He inserted his palms under Lavinia’s firm buttocks and, elevating them, neatly thrust his tongue into the sweet brown mole of her anus.
Lavinia gasped.
Lavinia was in her room with the doctor.
“And then what did Mr. Rimmer do?” he was asking.
“It’s like remembering a dream,” Lavinia said. “I think I may have been in shock these last few days. Is that possible?”
“I suppose it is,” the doctor said. “But why do you feel that way? Have you been disoriented in some way? I ask you these questions because I am, you know, your doctor, and if you are to be cured, I must understand exactly where your mind is at all times.”
“But if I must be cured, then I am sick. Isn’t that right? Why is everyone so reluctant to admit that I’m sick? I don’t understand!”
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