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Samantha's Breezy Shorts - Cruel Science free porn video
This is a new series of short stories that I shall write.
The idea of doing short stories was helpfully inspired by a certain someone,
you know who you are! hehe
These stories are completely fictional, involving my fart fetish,
and are pretty dark at times,
so reader discretion is advised.
Enjoy :)
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Cruel Science
Please, allow me to introduce myself.
I am Dr Erica von Bloom, but I much prefer just being called Dr Bloom.
I'm a young smart and some mean people say 'mad' scientist, but I disagree with those nasties.
It's only been 2 years since I earned my doctorate degree in advanced scientific studies from the prestigious Oxford university.
I don't mind admitting that I'm very well-learned in all things scientific,
but my favourite discipline is biology relating to the respiratory and digestive system.
I've always had a keen interest in scientific experimenting from an early age.
Ever since nursery school, I used to subject my playmates to various forms of experiments,
mostly involving pain tolerance, but I was soon kicked out for so-called "bullying" and "intimidating" behaviour and had to be home-schooled.
Anyhoo, I shan't bore you with such tedious details as my early chi1dhood.
Instead, I wish to tell you about my latest studies and experiments.
I have my own private sealed off laboratory in the scientific research complex of
(IM)Mortality Inc., you know, the big private organisation dedicated to finding
the secret to immortality.
Finding test subjects for my experiments is easy.
With just the offer of monetary rewards,
I find most people are easy to persuaded into playing a role in the advancement of science.
One test subject proved to be very thrilling to experiment on indeed!
I adjusted my thin-framed glasses on the bridge of my petite freckled nose as I eyed up my willing test subject. She introduced herself as Samantha Jones and reached her hand out to shake mine.
Of course, I held back the natural response to shake her hand,
and instead proceeded to ask her the mandatory medical questions.
I filled out the form on my clipboard, and then placed it down to begin.
We were standing in my lab, and I instructed her to step into my special device.
"So what is this, some sort of body-scan?"
She questioned sounding a little nervous and tense
as she stepped into the large white body-shaped metal container.
"No, this is the Shrinkomatic 3000."
I answered her as I pressed a few buttons on my white touchscreen computer,
activating the machine to close around Samantha, sealing her inside completely from head to toe.
"I suppose this is a bad time to tell you that I'm a little claustrophobic?"
She asked banally, with her voice echoing from inside the container.
"Not to worry. You'll find the space in there to get much bigger very soon."
I told her as I pressed a couple more buttons, and the machine whirred into life.
I watched the bright blue-tinted light from inside slowly and noisily
scan around Samantha's body until after several minutes, it was done.
The machine pinged and beeped before it opened up again,
revealing nothing more inside than the clothes she was wearing piled messily on the floor.
I cautiously stepped over in my black heeled shoes, and shifted through the clothes.
"Ah, there you are."
I smirked as I found the naked young blonde woman staring up at me.
She was as tiny as a mouse!
"Th-this thing actually shrinks people?!"
She shrieked out in shock, looking around at her clothes,
which surrounded her like mountains of cotton and denim.
"Of course. The clue's in the name, silly."
I chuckled as I pinched her belly and back between my pretty manicured forefinger and thumb.
I picked her up and placed her into the palm of my hand.
"Hey that hurt! You squeezed me too tight!"
She cried as I did that, and she fell over onto her back in my hand.
"Oops."
I chuckled, not really bothered about her comfort.
I carried her over to my desk.
"What are you going to do with me now, exactly?"
She questioned.
"Experiment on you."
I answered her as I set my hand down onto my desk.
Her butt hit my white laminated desktop with a tiny little thud as she slid off my hand onto it.
"Ugh! Careful!"
She bemoaned.
I ignored her as I picked up my small clear plastic test-tube, and a small 12inch ruler.
I measured Samantha with the ruler, she was 5inches and 4 millimetres in height.
My test-tube is 8 inches, so perfect for her.
Without saying anything to her, I picked her back up and dropped her into the tube.
I then pressed a little cork into the opening.
I then lifted it up to my eye, I'm sure my piercing blue eyes looked like beach-balls to her.
Her voice wasn't audible at all, but she was clearly yelling at me.
I clicked my stopwatch that was hooked to the hemline of my black pencil-skirt,
and watched her intently as she struggled inside the tube.
"You will find, Miss Samantha, that your oxygen in there will quickly deplete.
Try to remain calm, I need you to breath normally as I time how long it takes until you pass out."
I calmly instructed her.
The look of pure frightened panic spread across her pretty face,
her blues eyes bulged wide open in terror,
and she inaudibly screamed and scratched at the plastic walls of her capsule...
She then appeared to start begging me, holding her hands together in prayer,
begging me to stop and pull the cork out, but of course, I just watched her silly displays.
The oxygen soon ran out, and the colour began to drain from her pretty face.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as they closed,
and she flopped awkwardly backwards against the glass.
I felt such a surge of pleasurable adrenalin as she did that.
I sighed as I felt a dampness around my knickers.
It gave me such a kick seeing her pass out.
I then realised my scientific duty, and first clicked my stopwatch to stop the timer,
and then I pulled the cork out, allowing oxygen to seep into the small plastic vessel.
"Hm, pretty bad, only lasted 1 minute and 23 seconds. I told you not to panic."
I tutted and scolded her while she was still passed out.
After a few minutes, she came back round and opened her eyes.
She looked dizzy and lightheaded, and I'm sure her head was beginning to ache.
"What the fuck...? Why did you let me pass out...?"
She questioned weakly and eventually regained her composure.
"Please remain calm this time. It's very important that you don't panic.
Now, I'm going to seal off the top once more. So just breathe normally and calmly."
I instructed her.
"What? No! Please! Not again!"
She pleaded with fright.
"Shh, little thing, shhh. It is going to be ok.
Now, you will breathe normally for me until you pass out, yes?"
I asked her in a calm voice as I placed the cork over the opening.
"Please - please - not again! Please no! No! No!"
She screamed and begged, but I sealed off the opening as I pushed the cork into the tube.
Her voice became inaudible to me.
I clicked my stopwatch and lifted the tube up to my eye once more,
my ruby-red lips stretched into a broad smile as I watched her beg and plead and panic inside.
Eventually, she passed out again.
I almost came as she did!
Once again, I stopped the timer and opened the cork.
I awaited for her to regain consciousness again before telling her the result.
"1 minute and 48 seconds, you're improving!"
I grinned at her as she dizzily stumbled onto her feet.
"Please no more..."
She breathlessly pleaded.
"Perhaps I will try another medium of air deprivation? How about with gas?"
I pondered.
"No, please... Please no more..."
She pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes.
"I wasn't asking you. Hmm, yes, I think I will use gas."
I remarked to her, as I thought to myself.
I set the test tube with her inside of it into a little plastic holding set,
and placed it into the floor. If she didn't feel completely miniscule in size yet,
then looking up at my gigantic frame from my heels up my long tights-covered legs and skirt,
my red buttoned shirt covered by my white lab-coat and all the way up to my head will surely make her realise just how tiny and insignificant she truly is.
I shifted my jet-black ponytailed hair over my right shoulder,
hitched my skirt up and over my amble-sized curvy womanly derriere,
and pulled the fabric of my red thong to one side before I knelt down over the tube.
"What are you doing?!"
She shrieked as she looked up,
watching helplessly as my arse came bearing down over her like a giant moon.
"Don't worry. This will just be a simple gaseous mix of hydrogen, nitrogen, and methane,
with a little bit of carbon dioxide and little teeny tiny amount of oxygen thrown in there for good measure too."
I told her with a pleasant smile as I position the tube right up into my crack, making sure to leave just a little millimetre of space between my arsehole and the opening of the tube.
God only knows what she must have thought of the smell of my butt,
but frankly, I didn't really care what she thought,
she just had to smell it whether she liked it or not!
Mind you, she didn't have to smell my natural scent for long,
as she had something far worse to smell after I gave just a little push and...
*PFFFAAPTLTLTLT!*
The warm fumes blew out of me right over the opening of the test-tube.
I sighed in relief and quickly pressed my butthole right against the opening of the tube,
sealing her and my fart inside of it. I then, with such swiftness, quickly reached around and stuck my finger over the tube's opening whilst simultaneously lifting my anus up off it.
I turned around to watch her squirm and struggle to breathe through the smelly invisible heavy fog of my arse fumes, she looked so helpless and frightened as she silently coughed on my naturally brewed ripe gas. She scratched and clawed at the tube's plastic walls,
but she knew she was helplessly trapped and imprisoned inside of it.
Eventually, she passed out.
I went to click my stopwatch when it dawned on me that I forgot to time it.
Oh well, never mind, I just had to fart on her again when she woke up!
I repeated that experiment several more times until my tummy wind was relieved.
It was fun and fascinating observing her passing out again and again on my farts.
The most shocking thing about the whole experiment though,
was that she actually appeared to be enjoying them!
That is, right up until she passed out...
I concluded the days studies by holding the tube up to my eye, I looked at her with a smirk,
and she looked at me in fearfulness.
"Well, Miss Samantha, it appears I'm all out of gas for now, so that includes today's session,
we shall carry on tomorrow, ok?"
I told her with a pleasant smile.
"I want to go home now..."
She sighed in mental and physical exhaustion.
"This is your home now."
I grinned as her mouth opened in shock.
I then placed her tube back into the test-tube holding set, and put her onto my desk.
I then walked for the door, hanged my lab-coat up onto the coat rack,
and took my casual coat off the hook and put it on.
"I think tomorrow, I shall use the medium of water..."
I spoke allowed to myself and then I opened the lab door, and turned off the light,
leaving her there alone in the dark. Alone and trapped helplessly in her plastic test-tube for me to freely conduct my experiments on her until I grow bored of her.
When that happens, I shall simply make her pass out,
and I'll make sure she stays passed out for good...
The End
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