participation credit - pt two
Research Team x fem!Reader (NSFW)
part one & pt three // Kinktober '25 Schedule // More Kinktober // Masterlist 2.0
Synopsis: Testing continues as new participants are brought in to tour the facility and see what exactly is in store for them. And you? You’re used for show and tell.
Warnings: alternating povs // explicit nsfw content, exhibitionism and voyeurism, bondage, noise-canceling headphones, group of 20 people come in to watch the tests run on the reader, recording, edging and denial to calibrate a new application, squirting orgasms, penetration with dildos/vibrators (anal and vaginal), unprotected sex (through the connected toys), butt plug, nipple clamps, anal and vaginal fingering, oral (reader receiving), nipple stim, clit stim, reader’s taken care of (not aftercare, but it’s done during), all consensual, science kink, reader is shown off, the researchers might not be entirely moral and ethical but their prime interest is still getting tests for means of continuing the production of their product
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: Some of y’all wanted more so….. (if we want to see the next day’s testing or the future public ones, I can experiment with those, too, if y’all would like!)
**** indicate a POV switch
Testing was going spectacularly.
Living twenty minutes from the research facility proved to be no problem for connectivity. Neither distance nor simple lengthy sessions proved to be of any failure. So long as the spell remained intact, there was nothing preventing every touch to the toys from feeling as it did when you were in the room with them.
By all means, so far, the product they were aiming to market was a resounding success. But they had to be sure. So, they had to run every possible test they could think of. Repeatedly. Bonuses were included, of course. And a $1,000.00 bonus sat neatly in your bank account that morning the second you clocked in.
“This is what you will wear tomorrow. We will be showing off the success to willing participants. They have all already been accepted, so we wish to show them the absolute success we’ve found with you and what awaits them.”
With a welcoming $1k incentive, you gleefully wore the mini skirt and sheer blouse, the thin straps up top threatening to slip off in your current position, but given the task ahead, odds were that was the point. Standing in the research room in front of the double doors, you were positioned over the metal table with your wrists cuffed, elbows locked, and ankles bound apart and to the floor. Bent just enough over to give your back an arch, you watched an assistant unlock the cabinet containing your linked toys. Another rolled in the familiar table with all the devices they'd gotten used to using routinely on your lengthy test sessions.
A cool rush of air from the vent beneath you was a reminder of your lack of underwear and the bra you’d been told to leave at home. Already, your nipples ached, but it was a side effect of all the testing. Waiting in anticipation for the fingers you might randomly feel tug at them was becoming a constant thought.
Without warning, the double doors were thrown open.
A pair of noise-canceling headphones found you just as the lead researcher turned and waved her hand toward you. They didn’t blindfold you. Uniquely. Guess they wanted you to know there was a crowd watching you. A considerable crowd of all demographics filing in. Blushing cheeks came with eyes dropping to your chest, and you could’ve laughed. They weren’t the right fit for such a job if they blushed at the sight of you pre-testing.
Though such a thought wasn't left there to be thought. Not for long. As the double doors closed and the lead researcher waved behind you, you knew it was only a matter of time before–
Fingers rolled your nipples while most shoved themselves into your mouth and held it open. You could feel your moan come through yourself, but however loud it was in the room, a few of the future participants took surprising steps back. The lead researcher just smiled and gave what was clearly a reassuring wave. But the fingers pinched your nipples harder, and your knees already began to buckle.
There was a smile and another wave. Then another. A wave around the room, and it took a moment, but an understanding came about the sea of people. In a slightly nervous wave, they began to move. Closer. They gathered up closer and around your table to really see you. To see how you pushed your chest forward when your nipples were tweaked again and angled your hips back. Learned behavior from so many tests, even if there was nobody behind you to meet your aching cunt.
There was, this time, but not as you’d anticipated.
The lead researcher’s gloved hands skimmed over the back of your thighs. Heads turned in unison as more and more cold air came higher and higher. As the hem of that flared mini skirt was lifted and bunched in her grasp. One hand on your back told you to bend your elbows and lean a little more, and like the best test subject you could be, you did as you were instructed. You were there for show and tell, and that’s what you’d be.
****
Your pussy was already wet. All she could do was smile at you. So performative, and you never even realized it. She was glad she'd signed you on for at least a year's worth of contracted employment. You were downright perfect. You took every test eagerly, you followed instructions to a T, and when those tests required a bit more from you, you gave it. Sometimes, just to be sure there was still a connection, she’d unlock the case at night or on your rare days off, and give them a little test. A few touches, a little licking, a drag of anal beads until she saw the update on the recently created app they had you linked to.
A brand new development. One all participants would be linked to. A spell linked to a little device that tracked your pulse and every climax that ripped through you. Granted, you still had to manually input what you’d used to write on those worksheets. And watching the app update in real time when she made sure you could feel her tongue slipping inside your cunt–because nobody else was there to do it in her place–was a great advancement for the research development. Simply that.
A screen was set up just behind you in the research room for all participants to see what she’d just explained to them prior to entering. They’d watch what could be done with the toys if the connections were successful, and upon their joining the project, they’d go through something similar to you. Of course, they couldn’t expend as much money toward them as they had with you, so their testing wouldn't be as rigorous. But all was a trade-off. They'd tested varying intensity levels with you more than enough to know it was possible to be fucked through the toys and in person for…. What was it, five hours on end? They'd had to change the assistants a few times, for they hadn't the stamina for a single session, but you'd endured with a slew of orgasms that crashed through the room.
They’d really gotten lucky with you. Such a deal wasn’t going to be squandered.
"Now, what you see done today will not equate to what's done to you. This is merely to show what's possible with these products. As you can see, with a successful connection and mere nipple stimulation, arousal has already built." She ran her gloved fingers over your cunt and held the skirt back when she parted them to spread you open for every leaning head to see. "With Participant A here, we've already seen the success of multiple penetration between her and the toys, resulting in orgasms that far exceed the pleasure factor from simple penetrative sex. There's no distance limit, so long-distance relationships can thrive. And so long as the spell remains intact by the consenting parties, the connection will never fade. At least, such has been successful with Participant A. We intend to test longevity and connection distance with those of you willing to ensure that.”
She glanced back at the gathered assistants already ready with the plan for the day. Since the creation of the app, you were able to go through and consent to what you were willing to be tested on for the day every morning prior to your arrival. Perhaps it was your own eagerness or it was the $1,000.00 she'd made sure to set aside for you, but you'd clicked off every single box in the options for the day.
You really were the perfect research participant.
“You may begin,” she said with a wave of her other hand. “We’d first like to demonstrate that, yes, your body will react to what’s done to you via the toys. As you can see….”
One assistant brought the flat end of a paddle against the silicone ass, and right in tandem with it, you lurched forward and yelped. Another crack against the silicone resulted in the same reaction, and the same again.
“It is similar to all activities that bring such force to the connected partner."
She closed her hand tighter around your skirt, but kept from pushing you down at all. She needn't instruct or wave her hand. Another assistant already had two fingers pushing into the toy and filling your empty cunt. She did have to motion back for the students to see when you started to move up and down with the jerky thrusts of the fingers. Just so they could see the reason your elbows were buckling and your hips were angling back.
“Now, what’s particularly special about this product is that even when my assistant has her fingers inside of Participant A, her body only reacts to the stimulation. For one, it lets us insert any-sized object inside of her through the toy whilst merely adding in a single finger to her in person. Secondly, it creates this unique, atypical overstimulation. For instance, if we provide stimulation to her clit directly for an hour without breaks, she will be in tears and close to begging for a reprieve when she climaxes. However, if we stimulate her clit through the toys for an hour, she will have climaxed the same amount, but we can continue on at the same pace for another three hours without her reaching the pain threshold of being overstimulated.”
She slid her fingers back down over your cunt, now completely sopping wet. The wetness against the latex glove was unfortunately kept hidden through your headphones, but every visitor there heard how your cunt squelched when she pushed two fingers in. They heard you moan and saw the exact reaction she wanted them to see–what would sell the products to every single person, even the shy and nervous.
Blushing cheeks had started since she'd greeted them, and erections grew in pants, but it was expected. It was good. That's what she was hoping for. It meant there was interest in the study, and even if it was mere sexual arousal pushing them to join, so be it. As long as their connections were held and they brought success, they were worthwhile. You were going to be their public guinea pig to show the world how absolutely mindblowing the product was. A pitch to allow proof to the public by doing panels where customers and inventors could come see, for themselves, through means of you was already in the works. She just had to ask you about it. With an incentive, of course. 5% shares added onto the 4% already baked into your contract, and an extra $1,000 bonus per person you let test the products.
But that was a pitch for months later.
First and foremost, your cunt squeezed her fingers, and she made sure to go considerably slower than the assistant currently curling her fingers against your sweet spot with rough thrusts that made you jerk on the table.
“And, wonderfully, there’s little prep necessary for all anal play. Yes, lube is required, but it is a requirement for the toys in general. However, as you can see, you can insert a finger with ease.” She motioned back to the assistant sliding his lubed finger past your asshole that he’d been toying with, and he went all the way down to his knuckle. You jerked on the table some more, your moans rising in pitch and volume while he curled his finger and wiggled it inside of you like they all knew you liked. “And with the same amount of ease, the participant can take an object three times the size without any prep and experience no complications.”
Out came his finger, and you twitched at the loss. She gradually slid a third finger into your cunt and pulled up, pulling you up to the tips of your toes and holding your fluttering cunt just like that. The phallic tip of the lubed vibrator was brought to the toy with a slowness that was only building anticipation for the watchers. Faced away and deafened with the headphones, you were left unaware with anticipation that’d never fade. But she wasn’t complaining. She liked seeing the awe on all the faces when he pushed that vibrator into the toy and clicked it on, resulting in the jolt toward you when you shrieked.
“And you can see….” She nodded at you where you could see the physical reaction contracting through you. “How Participant A reacts to such an intrusion.”
With a wet squelch, she pulled her fingers out.
“Now, all acts are consented to through the app for each day. We have a device that will track orgasms; however, at times, we will be running tests that are counter to such. We aim to seek out as many orgasms as possible, and we aim to see how many we can prevent. We plan to market these products with a sense of control and a loss of in various capacities. Perhaps a user wants to prevent the connected partner from ever orgasming through the entire session. For hours. Days. Weeks. Months, no matter what's done to the toy. So we are experimenting with spells to do just that, if it doesn't want to be done through non-magic means."
Click. The hum of another vibrator cut through the air. The one inside your ass remained deep.
“But, orgasms are part of the program, for those who desire that reassurance.”
She reached under and brushed her fingers over your clit. At the very same time, her assistant pressed the head of the vibrator against the clit on the toy, and your whole body jerked in the restraints. Fingers were replaced with a curved dildo to press right against your sweet spot. Fingers curled into your mouth and began to thrust. Another assistant, at the lead researcher’s permission, walked over and tugged the top of your shirt down and bared your breasts.
Clamps were added to your nipples on the toy.
“And just look at how successful they are,” she mused.
In a split second, with a tight circle around your swollen clit, every hole contracted. Your orgasm came in like a violent pull, and your head fell forward while your body convulsed. The monitor showed the rise of your pleasure into a near-panful orgasm, but those were the best kind. Those had you pushing your hips back as you so often did, and with a spasm in your cunt that was left purposefully very, very empty for all future participants to see, you screamed as you came in a spraying gush. Her white labcoat took most of it, and a few stepped back as you dribbled down your thighs and fell onto the table, moving with the thrusts of the toys inside of you. Well, inside the toys.
But it was all the same.
"So." She pulled her hand back and smiled at the group. "I will take you around to tour the facility, see the other toy options we have available for connections. Explain how the later tests will differ as success rates climb. Then we will return, and I will show you that success in Participant A here with the multiple penetration I mentioned earlier. Perhaps, if we already have a few who are interested in signing contracts today, we can allow early participation with Participant A. We have yet to attempt double penetration beyond fingers joining dildos in the charmed toys only, but she's consented to an escalation, so….”
She shrugged casually, purposefully ignoring the glittering eyes lighting up across the eager group.
“Let’s move on, shall we?”
****
The headphones remained on as the testing continued. Up in front, framed by the double doors, a camera was set up to record what the app couldn’t visually. The lead researcher had left ages ago with the group. They’d all walked out with their heads on swivels, not that you could really blame them. Either enticed, curious, or disgusted, this was what they were in for. Intrusive, constant tests that came at all hours of the day and night. This was intense, but there were always going to be a range of intensity tests. From rough fucking they’d given you earlier as a show into the slow strokes of a tongue on the charmed toy’s clit, two on the silicone nipples, and a small plug slowly pressed into your bottom. With your cunt left empty in all regards, you were left bound there in an endless tremble of almost.
Just watching the camera, watching the doors, watching the clock ticking by on the wall. Minute by minute of the six-hour workday was going by as slowly as the licks against you were.
A longevity test when they weren't trying to prove such direct and immediate success to an audience. Your eyes rolled back at the touch of an orgasm at your senses. The blistering heat in your belly rolling and rolling into a tight knot. They hadn't let you cum since the group left. Just the one. Every time you started to get close like that, they reeled back, and someone walked in front of you to look you over before scribbling something down.
An attempt at how well they could judge that you were about to climax? Maybe? They had days where they blindfolded you, slotted those headphones in place, and just lightly circled your clit for hours. No extra stimulation. No orgasms, either. One of the tests that actually felt strictly limited to the research. Not like the nights where it seemed like someone was definitely taking enjoyment in their job when they slid their cock into you and fucked you awake and climaxing.
So this was one of those imperative tests, then.
The slow glide of the tongue lapped at your clit. The gentle pressure of their mouth closing around it and sucking had your knees buckling and thighs trying to close. They still dripped from earlier. You hadn’t expected the climax to be so…explosive. But it made for a good visual, so it was hard to be embarrassed. And after all the time spent there at the facility–and at home–with the endless research conducted, it was hard to feel any shame about standing there with your breasts out and skirt pinned up while they conducted their research.
This was all part of it, and that was as simple as it got.
When a full hour passed, an assistant was up beside you to give you water. He pulled your headphones off with a single warning tap, and then there was sound again. The hum of the air conditioning, the whirring of the monitor beside you that you could see if you craned your neck. One orgasm loaded on and over fifty edges were finally being worked into the system. So that’s what they were checking too, then?
“Do you need a break?” he asked, giving you more water to gulp down. All touch faded away into obscurity, but the tingling of the connection remained. Anticipation was still a taunting constant. “Because we intend to continue denial to calibrate the edging system in the application before any new participants return.”
You shook your head. Water was enough. Better results were given, and an extra $30.00 an hour was added for every hour continued after a break was offered but not taken for results integrity. They could continue, even if you were going a tad mad.
“Okay,” he said with a nod. “There will be anal and vaginal penetration via the silicone connectors, and then more will be added directly to you through artificial means. If you require a break, just speak up.” He scribbled something down again. You nodded. “Great. We will begin shortly, then.”
With the headphones returned, shortly was true to its sentiment.
There was a sensation about it, when the toys were taken off of their stands. It was hardly there when nothing was really happening, and considerably more obvious when tips penetrated both holes and were brought down as if someone was holding you at your hips and moving you at their will onto their cock. You could tell when they were fucking you themselves and when it was a toy. The thrusting was different. The sensations were, too.
And before a hand came and pressed down on your lower back, you were slammed up against the edge of the table with every alternating, slow thrust you were brought over anally and vaginally. The room faded into a blur of tears that didn't fall as their cocks rubbed together inside of you, but not, hitting those spots that made you forget that you used to work an office job just a short while ago.
One stroke. Your eyes rolled back. Two. Three. A gloved finger worked your clit directly. Oh, sweet fuck. A crane of your head showed it happen in real time. The graph building up to your orgasm. Higher and higher, a literal peak represented on that monitor. Your breasts bounced with every thrust you took, and your cunt spasmed empty and wanting. With nothing to gape over and the retreat of that wonderful finger on your aching clit, the graph stagnated. Your cheeks grew wet, and another tally was added under the edges subheading.
A lubed dildo nudged each hole.
Right as both cock went still entirely sheathed inside of you, someone must’ve clicked a button or flipped a switch. Those currently pressed at your entrances pushed in. Gradually. And there it was, that doubly filled sensation. There but not, stretching you wide while barely filling you. Both nudging spots that were suddenly overstimulated and yet entirely untouched in the stilled movement.
It was impossible to describe accurately while your knees buckled and you collapsed onto the table.
Full through all means, you drooled onto the table.
A flashing light above the door caught your attention, and just like that, the cocks inside the toys were out and back in with a thicker, vibrating silicone. Ones that nudged what was really inside of you without ever actually touching them. Then, without a warning to prepare you, they all moved out of sync.
Your eyes rolled back, and the bolted-down table held you up onto the thrusting toys.
Someone in your peripheral vision stood beside you to write notes.
The tallies went up on the monitor.
****
It was the perfect sight when all the participants returned to the research room. There you lay drooling on the table, body thrusting from the excessive stimulation. All assistants stood back with their clipboards that weren’t actively doing what was necessary with the connected toys.
About five of the twenty walked away with NDAs signed. Fine, that left fifteen, and fifteen was a great number for future group tests. Trios and pairings would be easy. They could blindbox certain toys and pass them around to the participants–under supervision and with guided consent lists–to see if they'd be used as expected.
But, first and foremost–or, perhaps last on the agenda for those who had the contracts in their bags and an itch for what awaited them, there was the final presentation.
The head researcher stopped at your table with the approaching group. A glance up at the monitor brought many widening eyes and turns toward you. Many hands dropped lower to adjust pants and skirts alike. Good. It meant future investors would have a similar reaction to the sight of the products’ success through you.
“Have you really been doing that to her the whole time?” someone asked, pointing up at the red tallies that’d just gone up one more. Your body went taut before you pressed your forehead against the table and whined.
“Oh, yes. We are taking the time to calibrate that portion of the application. This is a recent development, and Participant A has consented to helping us.” She smiled politely at the crowd. “We do not do anything without express consent from participants.”
“Do you….” One hesitant voice trailed off. Bright red cheeks and eyes glued to the dildos sinking in slowly into both you and the connected toys made that color darken. They shook their head, but, surprisingly, they found the words without prompting. “Are the only things used for these tests, um, the toys? I mean–”
“We never, ever mix personal pleasure with the testing. We strictly use the toys, never any bodily parts ourselves,” she said without missing a beat. Her hand fell to you with a smooth motion that you barely registered. Not until her fingers–freshly gloved–brushed your clit. “Now, future tests will allow you to consent to other participants using your connectors for the sake of tests, but that is not a requirement.”
Your mouth fell open on a broken gasp when her fingers ran over your swelled clit. Edged to the moon and back to help that calibration that would take about…ten more sessions to really calibrate? Maybe eleven. The program was being frustratingly finicky. She ran tighter, faster circles in a mere blink. Without much preparation from your body, it suddenly went tense, and you began pulling on the restraints. Pushed up to the tips of your toes, and the thrusts get a little harder from the toys the assistants controlled.
“Perhaps next time, you can be the ones helping calibrate the program,” she mused.
Your forehead pressed harder against the table. The graph spiked on the monitor. Attention was split between that and you when you tried to lift your feet off the ground in a painful lack of success, stopped by the restraints and held firm in place as your orgasm ran at you.
Rather violently, like before, you thrashed. You were getting used to it, being full between yourself and the toys. Soon, you’d be taking more than a collective four. They had to test how successful such an intensive escalation was, and watching you convulse on that table while you sprayed over the thrusting dildo that wasn’t stopping no matter how you screamed and climaxed really made for an exciting future.
“So,” she hummed, pulling her hand back and taking off her gloves. You gasped and sobbed on the table as all devices stopped, nestled inside of you. With how you gaped and stretched, seeing how you rhythmically clenched around them in the lingering waves of your climax was a satisfying sight. "Be here tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM. Any undergarments are not necessary; we will have you in hospital gowns until you are as comfortable as Participant A in being naked."
She waved the group toward the door, lingering back a few of those retreating steps. One assistant walked up close.
"Turn the intensity up another two notches, leave her clit untouched, but stimulate the one on the toy. In the remaining time, test how her internal overstimulation measures to the constant penetration.”
"Yes, ma'am," he said under his breath.
With a soft pat on your back, she followed the group out.
There were big plans in the making. Incredible plans. And tomorrow, while all the new participants were going through orientation, she would administer your testing herself.
A smile came through with a satisfied hum.
They were going to begin monitored public testing with you soon, too. Once the app was calibrated properly.
Tomorrow, then. She’d do another necessary calibration test. It was a scheduled eight-hour shift for you. She could work in at least one calibration test. Maybe two.
“Thank you all for coming,” she said to the giddy crowd. “I look forward to the development we will all procure together.”
And with the wave of a hand and the front doors shutting, she turned to return to her favorite participant.
