"Big, firm and resilient," he commented. "They should be just about right for several projects I've been putting off for lack of a suitable subject."

Marcy said nothing, but when one of his hands snaked under her skirt, pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and touched the hairy triangle between her thighs, she sucked in her breath sharply.

His fingers opened the sensitive lips of her sex and moved inside them.

"What – what are you doing?" she asked, squirming uneasily.

"Just testing, my dear," Dr. Villiers said. "Making sure you have the kind of cunt I require for my research."

"What is the research for?" She noted with embarrassment that her thighs were flexing involuntarily around his wrist.

He chuckled. "Let's say I'm writing a monograph entitled Sixty Variations on Conventional Sex Practices as Performed by a Willing Virgin. You are willing, aren't you, my dear?"

In spite of her firm intention not to show any emotion, Marcy couldn't keep her breathing from speeding up as those arrogant fingers violated her most intimate parts. She could feel them deep in the well of her cunt, shoving in and out between the tight lips, massaging the delicate membranes.

"Yes, I'm willing," she heard herself say. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Anything – it doesn't matter. If you want it, I'll do it with you."

"With me and with anyone else I command you to," Villiers said. "If I tell you, 'Fuck that man,' or 'Eat that woman's cunt,' or 'Suck that man while his partner fucks you,' you'll do it! Do you understand?"

Marcy shut her eyes and nodded. Yesterday the very use of such words would have offended her deeply. She had never allowed such vulgarisms to be uttered in her presence. All sexual organs, male or female, had been "privates", and "fuck" was something she not only didn't do, but refused to think about. But now here she was, unable to keep the sound of the words from affecting her, any more than she could keep his fingers from stirring up a hot lather in the blonde-tressed furrow between her legs.