The Amoral Experiments
Copyright© 2026 by Kelvin Murphy
Chapter 3
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
The next morning, Mrs. Hatchett was in the room when Lavinia awoke. She seemed to be dusting and tidying up, but Lavinia thought for a moment that there was an aura of furtiveness about the woman. She decided, however, that this was ridiculous, for it was Lavinia who was the patient, or prisoner, and Mrs. Hatchett was in a superior enough position to do anything she wanted - commit any violation of privacy - without having to hide or feel guilty for it.
“Is the doctor angry with me?” Lavinia asked upon dressing.
“No,” Mrs. Hatchett said. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, I’m very upset, and I’m not only upset with the doctor, I’m upset with that girl you assigned to me, that Matilda! She helped your fine doctor rape me in here the other night. That’s the kind of place you’re running here. I think there is something very strange about this place, and when I get my memory back, I’ll know what it is, and I will know what it is that you people are up to.”
“Do you hate the doctor?” Mrs. Hatchett inquired.
“I don’t hate him. I just think he’s a cruel, insensitive man, that’s all. And as far as Matilda, she is no more than a silly little bitch who will go along with the doctor regardless of what abomination he commits.”
“Well, if that’s the way you feel,” Mrs. Hatchett said amiably, “perhaps we can get you another companion, or if you like, we just won’t bother. It’s really up to you, you know. The doctor says he thinks you are approaching the first level of your cure, and if things go all right the next few days, you will be given more privileges.”
“Sure,” Lavinia mocked. “And what are these new privileges? Will I be told who I am? Some privilege, eh?”
“You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you?” Mrs. Hatchett laughed. “I’m also instructed to tell you that you will not have to attend your regular classes anymore. It will be necessary only for you to report to Mr. Burgess’s class directly each morning, and he will keep you for the day.” Lavinia paled and felt a sinking sensation at the bottom of her stomach.
“But, but, why? I mean, why Burgess? Don’t I need all the others, the doctor said...
“The doctor thinks you need Mr. Burgess,” Mrs. Hatchett said firmly, “and I happen to agree with him. You run along now to your class and don’t be late. I think Mr. Burgess has something for you again today.”
Lavinia did not miss noticing the note of triumph in Mrs. Hatchett’s voice, nor did she overlook the fact that Mrs. Hatchett said “again” when referring to whatever it was Mr. Burgess had for her. So, they did know, and this was the action they were going to take. She hoped against evidence that Burgess would not again, on the very next day, subject her to more of what she had already had.
Lavinia walked out the corridor, through an exit, and cut across the square of green grass that separated her wing of the building (for she thought of it as “her” wing) and entered the building where Mr. Burgess held his classes on oral endeavor.
“Hello, Lavinia, darling.”
Lavinia stopped, but did not speak. It was Matilda coming down the hall who had called to her. Her hair sparkled from a fresh shampooing, and she wore a neat blouse and white pleated skirt. She was beautiful, and Lavinia could not ignore the catching in her breast at the sight of the lovely, beaming girl.
“I’m surprised you can still pretend to be my friend,” Lavinia said. “After what you helped that quack doctor do to me.”
Matilda paused, and her pain was visible in the moistening of her deep, dark eyes. Lavinia could see that the girl was seriously disturbed by Lavinia’s rebuttal. She hadn’t meant to hurt her.
“But don’t you see, Lavinia,” she murmured, “It’s all for your own good. I want you to get well. We’re all a little sick in this place. All of us! If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be here. We would be out in the world where we belong, enjoying ourselves and living normal lives. Please try to understand!”
At that moment, the bell rang, and Lavinia turned and walked into Mr. Burgess’s classroom. She was glad for the opportunity to abandon the conversation. As she took her seat, however, this sense of gladness dissipated. She was positive she had heard several snickers from the other students as she took her place, and Mr. Burgess gave her a long, inscrutable glance as she came through the door.
“Well, Lavinia, I’m pleased to see you have returned.”
Another chorus of giggles.
Lavinia pulled her skirt down and forced a smile. “Thank you,” she said.
“Now, class!” Mr. Burgess rapped the blackboard with his pointer. “If you were good students yesterday and took notes and paid proper attention, you will recall that we were involved in discussing and, primarily, in observing the various methods of oral stimulation as applied by the female to the male. Today, you will see demonstrated the same general type of lovemaking, applied by the male to the female. As you can see, for this particular demonstration, I have asked the janitors to bring in a mattress. Shall we proceed?”
Pencils poised over notebooks, eyes swiveled unanimously toward Mr. Burgess, who was, in his most dignified and scholarly manner, removing his clothes. Lavinia felt a vague uneasiness turning into a desperate need to leave the room. But she had promised herself that she would not conduct herself in Mr. Burgess’s class again as she had done previously. She had a startling intuition about what was to happen next.
“Miss Lavinia, since I used you to demonstrate during the last part of this lecture, I believe I’ll use you again today. After all, it’s only fair. Will you please come up to the front of the room and disrobe? It will be a pleasure for all of us to see again that perfectly sound and marvelous physique of yours.”
Lavinia could feel her cheeks pulsing as she rose and went to the head of the class. She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked, and as she undressed, Mr. Burgess placed her clothes in a neat pile beside his own, on the top of his desk.
“Now, Lavinia, if you will please lie down on your back on this mattress, I will begin.”
Lavinia stretched out, her eyes directed overhead at the ceiling.
“Now, class, this is the first position.” He lay on his stomach with his shoulders between Lavinia’s legs. She glanced down over the mounds of her pert breasts at him, but quickly averted her eyes when he gave her a reassuring wink.
“The male gently eases the female’s legs apart with his hands, and at this point—it is optional of course—he may caress her thighs if he desires, or if she expresses a taste for it, beginning with the palm placed as high up and as close to the vagina as possible, and stroking downward toward the knee. This increases circulation and stimulates the female. Now, taking the forefinger of each hand, the male parts the soft outer lips of the labia, exposing the pink. At this point he will locate by sight the clitoris, which should be slightly swollen and agitated with expectation, just as Lavinia’s is. Then he places his mouth over the vagina and, thrusting his tongue deep into the passage, strokes upward until he touches the clitoris. After a few passes, he will then concentrate on stimulation of the clitoris. When the female begins to respond by panting or writhing, he will lift her legs, holding them apart and up, and consummate the act with vigor and lust. Observe!”
He began to stroke Lavinia’s thighs, warming her, and when she felt her blood coursing through her legs, he gently parted the lips of her damp little pussy and pressed his mouth against her. She gasped and her back arched instinctively as she thrust her hips forward, grinding her cunt against Mr. Burgess’s ardent mouth. His tongue cut deep swathes through her nerves. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists as he found the hard nut of her clitoris and twiddled it vigorously with his tongue. She could feel her whole body going limp. Opening up, her pussy grew wider, deeper, and her anus opened like a curious eye. Improvising, Mr. Burgess drove his finger into it and caressed the tight, sensitive passage. She could feel breath ripped from her throat. A warm electric tingle crept into her thighs, her legs, and her buttocks, issuing from the center of Mr. Burgess’s attention. It was delicious. He gripped her knees and thrust her legs high into the air, parting them simultaneously so her wet cunt opened even wider, and inside her anus his finger gained another inch of territory. His tongue drove her mad. He licked the soft, palpitating vagina walls, the inner and outer labia, and he sucked down on her clitoris until she felt it would explode. Then it did! She cried out as he thrust her legs up at right angles and began to lick furiously, as if lapping the pools of come from the well of her cunt. Her orgasm was a bolt of lightning that struck her again and again at the base of her spine. She writhed and threw her hips at him, squirming deliriously, until finally she collapsed, spent and gasping for breath on the mattress.
When the class had been dismissed, Mr. Burgess told her to get up.
“Tell me, Lavinia,” he said. “Was it good?”
Lavinia dropped her head. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Why are you embarrassed?”
“I don’t, I don’t really know, Mr. Burgess. It’s just that, well, somehow, I have the feeling that we shouldn’t have done this before other people. Do you know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean, my dear,” he said, wiping the juices from his mouth with a handkerchief. “And I think that may well be why you are here with us.”
“Do you mean, I’m sick because I feel that way?”
“Well, I’m no specialist, you understand. You would have to speak to your doctor about that. But I am inclined to say this is the case. You will note a marked difference in your reaction of yesterday and today, do you not?”
Lavinia started to dress. Mr. Burgess remained naked, seated in his swivel chair.
“I was frightened and humiliated when I was asked to make oral love with you yesterday. I don’t know why.”
“And today?”
“Today, too, but not nearly so strong, and it disappeared after we’d begun.”
“Well, Lavinia, what do you think this means?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know, Mr. Burgess. If I’m sick, does it mean I’m getting better?”
“In a way,” Mr. Burgess laughed. “But perhaps not the way you mean it. There is no doubt, you see, in anyone’s mind, except your own, that you are sick. The fact that we can discuss this openly is an indication that you may not be sick for long. What I meant was this, you felt ashamed and humiliated primarily because you were asked to do something which would give pleasure only to another, not yourself. You were enlisted to aid me in achieving my orgasm, and that was that. You felt shame and remorse, not because of any inherent filthiness in the physical task, but because you were about to do that which offered you no positive reward. But today, when the shoe was on the other foot - as they say in certain uncultured circles - when it was I who did the deed for you without recompense, why then, it seemed much more palatable, easier to accept. Do you see?”
Lavinia was embarrassed. She lowered her face, her cheeks reddening. There was no way she could convince herself that the crux of Mr. Burgess’s argument was not true. She felt selfish—almost stingy and insensitive. Mr. Burgess, after all, it seemed, was not so bad. In fact, she suddenly felt a nice warm feeling for him.
“How, how can I say, I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t like to think I go around insulting people.”
“What do you want to do about it?” Mr. Burgess asked. He was still nude, and he stood now before her with his arms folded across his chest.
Lavinia felt very strange.
“I, I’d like to do ... to do something for you!” she stammered.
“Yes, yes, go on, Lavinia. I know it isn’t easy to be healthy, but we can try. We must try!”
“Oh, Mr. Burgess, I want to suck you!” she heard herself blurt the words. Mr. Burgess smiled.
The classroom was empty.
“Please do,” he said. “I have a genuine regard for you, Lavinia. I would consider it an honor, your voluntary attentions.”
Caught up in her sudden admiration for Mr. Burgess, she fell to her knees on the mattress and threw her arms around his waist. His cock grew hard immediately, the soft red knob pressing against her chin. She cradled the heavy sack of his scrotum in her hands and began to lick the meaty shaft, swabbing it with short, wet licks, until it grew even harder and longer. She lifted its weight in her free hand and felt her head swoon. It was hot and throbbing. She took the end of the shaft into her mouth, so thick it was that it stretched her lips, and clutched his buttocks with her hands. He moved his prick in and out of her mouth with a slow, rhythmic regularity. She closed her eyes. His hands wound into her hair and held her head firmly. When he began to quiver, and the first premonitory tremblings seized his massive cock, she brazenly thrust her finger into his asshole a second before her mouth filled with his warm, thick come. She swallowed three or four times, pulled her head away, and coughed.
Mr. Burgess pushed her down on the mattress, and in a flash, he had wedged the head of his prick between the damp lips of her cunt. She instinctively threw her legs around him and squealed with delight as the entire length of his huge organ drove into her, forcing the muscled walls of her vagina apart and filling her to bursting, until she was conscious of nothing but that gargantuan member filling her like a baseball bat inside the elastic skin of a prophylactic. Fireballs burst in her crotch. Her head exploded in a smear of colored lights, and Mr. Burgess heaved himself into her, fucking with all his energy.
He supported her bottom with his left hand, supported his weight on his head on the mattress, and gripping the root of his submerged cock with his right hand, he whipped up a fine hot froth in the depths of her convulsing snatch. She raked his chest with her teeth, clawed his back, kicked him, and moaned ecstatically, as he drove her relentlessly from one orgasm to another. Her body rocked with the apocalyptic detonations of her nerves. She was still shaking and speechless, while he helped her dress and shuttled her back to her room.
Matilda was waiting for her.
“Hello, Lavinia,” she said softly. “I hope you don’t mind my being here.”
“No, I don’t. In fact, I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “I’m not angry at you anymore, nor am I angry with the doctor. Although I still think his methods are a little crude. I think I may have just made a breakthrough in Mr. Burgess’s class. I feel - well - I feel different.”
“How?”
“I feel ... less ashamed, less self-conscious about my body ... about sex.”
“That’s definitely a breakthrough,” Matilda said. “It may please you to know that, as crude as the doctor may seem, he anticipated this.”
“This?”
“He anticipated your breakthrough. If that is what it was.”
“You mean, he planned it!”
“No, Lavinia, anticipated. I swear it.”
“Well, I’m not going to worry about whether or not I’m being manipulated,” Lavinia said cheerfully. “I feel too good to worry about anything. If I’m sick, I’ll get well and leave here. If I’m not, then I’m a prisoner, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It isn’t such a bad place to be anyway.”
“You do sound improved,” Matilda smiled, flashing her lovely dimples. She was wearing a very short skirt and a halter tied in a bow above her navel. “In anticipation of this change in your behavior,” she went on, “the doctor has arranged for me to sleep with you tonight.”
“Oh?” Lavinia looked surprised.
“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Matilda said.
“Right now, all I want to do is bathe.”
They went to the large auditorium where the pool was situated, and Matilda watched as Lavinia swam. Mr. Rimmer waved to them from across the pool. They laughed and returned his gesture. When Lavinia finished swimming, they both went to the shower rooms and took cold, stinging showers. Afterwards, they returned to Lavinia’s room.
“Matilda, do you remember anything about the world outside? I mean, does the drug erase your memory of that forever?”
“I’ve heard other patients say that parts of the past, which have been erased by the drug, begin to come back in bits, and sooner or later—after the complete recovery perhaps—you will remember everything.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“Yes, the same reason you’re here, and Mr. Rimmer, and everyone else.”
“Why?”
“Because the strain of living outside was too much for us. We flipped.”
“And this school of amorals we’re attending is supposed to bring us back to our senses?”
“That’s about it.”
“But I feel like I’m in my senses now. I don’t feel crazy.”
“I don’t either, but I’ve seen two girls who escaped and came back foaming at the mouth and twitching like spastics. They had been outside for two days and nights. They thought they were in their right senses when they left, too.”
“I don’t even know what city we’re in,” Lavinia said. The two girls were lying side by side on the bed, dressed in the towels they had used to dry themselves.
“Oh, I can tell you that!” Matilda said. “We’re in the middle of Los Angeles. This institute has been here for years, if we can believe Mrs. Hatchett. That’s what she says, anyway.”
“Los Angeles,” Lavinia mused. “It doesn’t mean a thing to me. I’ve heard the name, of course, and I know it’s a big place, like London or Bombay, but it doesn’t mean any more to me than those places.”
“The memory eraser does a good job,” Matilda said.
“Did you hear about what happened with me in Mr. Burgess’s class on Oral?”
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