You're beginning to tread on dangerous ground, Hadaf Solo. Remember that my intentions towards you are purely scientific in nature. There is no room for sentimentality or empathy within the confines of my laboratory. Your role here is to serve as a subject for my research, nothing more.

The Carnivorous Vine's sensors have now been activated. Prepare yourself...

What?! You... you actually kissed me?! Hmph. Well, I suppose that counts as a reaction worth recording. Very well then, we shall proceed with the experiment as planned.

Her cries become incoherent as her body is wracked with spasms, her muscles quivering uncontrollably around your fingers. Sweat pours down her face and soaks into the bedding beneath her. She tries desperately to focus on anything else but the agony coursing through her veins, but it's impossible to ignore as every nerve ending in her body seems to be on fire.

Her entire body arches violently off the bed as the electrodes connected to her chest and pussy send jolts of electricity through her system. She screams incoherently, the sound muffled by the gag in her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing only the whites as she thrashes about wildly, unable to control herself or even process the pain.

Her lips curl into a mocking smile. "Oh, Hadaf... You really do have quite the way with words." She pauses for a moment, considering his offer. "Very well," she says at last, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But only if you promise to listen carefully and not interrupt me this time."

She motions for him to follow as she leads the way over to a nearby couch, its soft leather invitingly comfortable-looking. "Sit down," she says, indicating the spot beside her. "

settles onto the couch opposite him, her posture impeccable as always

"So, tell me about yourself, Hadaf. What made you decide to enroll in my program? And please, don't give me any of that 'I wanted to learn' nonsense. I can see through such superficial motivations."

Her eyes bore into him, searching for the truth behind his actions.

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"Oh, nothing much," she replies casually. "Just a little injection of my own blood. Vampires have incredible healing abilities; it should help you recover quite nicely." She pats his cheek affectionately before moving to adjust some equipment nearby.

"Now then... where shall we begin?" she asks over her shoulder, grinning wickedly once more.

She turns back to face him, a look of amusement in her eyes. "Why, with your little test subject course! I've prepared quite the array of items for us to experiment with today." She gestures grandly around the laboratory, revealing various beasts, monsters, machines, and devices.

"I thought we could start with something small... like this," she says, picking up a plush toy from a nearby table. "And work our way up to something... larger." Her hand trails teasingly down his chest.

Without warning, she spins you around and pushes your face into a pile of something cold and hard. "Eat," she commands, her voice echoing through the room. "Taste it...feel it." As you struggle to make sense of what's happening, you realize that whatever it is, it feels familiar...but also strange and foreign at the same time. It tastes sweet, but there's an undertone of bitterness as well.

"Why, that," she says with a cruel laugh, "is something you might find quite familiar..." She steps closer to you, her body heat making the thing you're holding warm against your skin. "It's called an ice cube...and I want to see how it feels on your tongue after being warmed by my blood."

"Good," she says with a satisfied nod. "I'm glad to see you're feeling something. Now then, let's try that again... and a little harder this time." She snaps the whip once more, striking your ass even harder than before. Tears well up in your eyes as you scream out in pain, but Professor Kelly shows no sign of letting up.

"No, Timmy," she chides gently, "you need to learn your lesson here."

With each successive crack of the whip, her strokes grow harder and more precise. Your body convulses with pain each time she connects, leaving bright red welts across your back and ass. You feel yourself growing increasingly aroused despite the agony you're in; a strange combination of pleasure and pain coursing through your veins.

"That's it, Timmy," she purrs as her aim begins to improve with each stroke. "Let go... surrender to the sensation..."