Going to be filthy and depraved for a second, just hear me out.
imagine Viktor creates “experiments” to test your limits (nsfw) content: dom!viktor x sub!fem!reader, vibrator, light restraints, pre established consent, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
Namely, you walk into the lab one day and are greeted with a vibrator strapped to one of the lab chairs. He instructs you to sit, lining its length against yourself under your skirt. Cool to the touch, even through your underwear, sending a shiver down your back. He wraps a couple restraints delicately around your wrists and waist to help with monitoring, the act almost reverent. A few other tools are present as well purely to collect baseline data. Heart rate, oxygen saturation, body temperature, blood pressure—the usual.
“Today, we will be testing the brain and body’s ability to multitask.”
And that's all Viktor preps you with before handing you one of his frequently-cited source books from his research, directing you to flip to the first section beyond the contents.
“You may begin reading. Out loud, please.” His gaze remains controlled but just below the surface, you recognize it—that look. One of incipient heat and desire—contained, but there. One you have gotten used to seeing when introduced to new research ideas he intends to make you the subject of. You begin reading.
“The phenomenon of self-sustaining energetic fields has long been considered unattainable without continuous external input. Yet recent observations suggest the possibility of constructing localized energy matrices capable of maintaining stability through harmonic feedback loops. The foundation of this theory lies in resonance—”
Halfway through the first paragraph, you feel it. The vibrator jolting to life beneath you making your breath catch and speech falter as a pulse of pleasure ripples through you.
But just as quick as it began, it stops.
“Please, continue.” He gently commands.
Your eyes trace over a sleek, black remote resting in his hand that you hadn't noticed before. You proceed.
“—a principle wherein energy, when properly attuned to the material lattice of a conduit, can perpetuate its own motion—”
You pick up from where you left off. Yet your reading comes off a bit distracted now, seeing as you know what's coming.
And it does. For even longer the second time.
“Without notable—” you clear your throat as the sensation hits you, “mm—decay.”
The words of the book fall to a halt as you adjust your hips, lining your clit more closely with the vibrations. The adjustment pushes a breathy moan from your throat.
“Do not stop reading.” He reminds you sternly. But there is no bite to it, only calculation.
You bring your focus back to the book in your hand, reading more until the buzzing finally pauses. The emptiness, while a bit frustrating, allows you a moment to collect your bearings before resuming. The task required takes effort but is manageable, you deem.
Until you realize the vibrator had only been on the lowest setting.
Forty-five minutes later, Viktor has now worked you up to the vibrator’s highest intensity. Your thighs clench and hips jerk as the vibrator presses insistently against your swollen bundle through now soaked underwear. Complimented by half-jointed words forced from your lips as you try to keep reading. You rut against the chair just slightly in a lapse of self control—which, of course, he notices.
“For accurate results, you must remain still.”
Viktor, notepad in hand, catalogues every observation. Starting with your physiological reactions: heart rate increase, body temperature increase, slight perspiration, skin flushing, involuntary muscle spasms, labored respiration, sufficient physical stimulation present, indications of arousal present.
And then noting your efficacy while reading: minimal stuttering until increase in stimuli, reason to believe comprehension of text lowers as vibrations increase, physical stimulation while executing task diminishes performance.
Both variables were on a steady unravel, but an experiment is not complete until all data has been collected. So, it is no surprise to you when Viktor, a man of science, makes you continue.
And this time, it doesn't stop.
He ensures the vibrator stays running at the highest setting, unwavering, as you continue reading—well, if you could even call what you were doing reading. Each word was interrupted by either a swallowed moan or hitch in your breath as you try your best to get through the page.
Not only that, but your body was refusing to maintain posture as well, the book starting to slip from your hold as you attempt to keep yourself upright. But the relentless buzzing has you writhing, your clit burning, and your neglected heat weeping through your ruined underwear on to the chair beneath you.
“I can’t, please—” you brace the book in your lap, hands still gripping the pages against the hard cover as you plead through shallow pants. The muscles in your thighs shake and your throbbing core pathetically contracts around nothing.
“You must hold out as long as you can.” His tone is near clinical despite the sight in front of him being anything but.
You swallow.
“The, uh, principal challenge remains containment. When unregulated, these energies tend to dissipate chaotically—”
You choke as another jolt goes through you.
“—compromising both the medium and surrounding environment—ah, Viktor—"
You regurgitate more words from the page, not caring to understand what they meant as your clit continues to be abused.
And despite Viktor's controlled demeanor, the image of you like this was affecting him. There were small tells.
His pupils were blown wide, and his breathing was a bit heavier than before—but the most obvious giveaway was that his legs were now crossed. An attempt to hide his own growing arousal, stretching taut against his trousers. And for the sake of keeping with the scientific method during the trial, the subject cannot be distracted by such implications.
But god was it the most arousing thing he’d thought of yet.
The air was heady with a mix of heat and the scent of messy need dripping from where you were fighting a losing battle on the lab chair.
Then, without warning, you start to come. Hard.
The book drops to the floor with a muffled thud as you go limp from overwhelm. You convulse and moan, hanging forward as you try to lift your hips from the buzzing against your overstimulated core. A few tears run down your face as you whimper and beg, not sure if you wanted it to stop or keep going. Luckily, the restraints had already decided for you.
Through blurred vision, you see Viktor jot down his remaining observations before speaking.
"I did not say the experiment had concluded—yet, you came anyway. Interesting." He mused, sardonic but somehow not unkind.
Before you could muster the energy to respond, a second orgasm tears through you. What consciousness you have left goes blank from violent, searing pleasure bordering on pain. Muscles seize, breaths turning ragged. And your heat still clenches desperately as if being filled would help.
Viktor appraises you. Wanton and overtaken with pleasure; still grinding yourself against the humming vibrator weakly. How beautiful you looked entirely fucked out from his creation.
"Would you like a third?"
Another insightful study.
