Chapter 14

The door to her room was closed when Pal awoke. It took her a while to get up the courage to test the floor, but finally she forced herself to rest a bare heel briefly on the surface.

The current was off.

She quickly went out into the hall and directly to the bathroom which was near the door to the exercise room. As she showered, she felt the tickling trickle of Dr. Stillwell's semen as it dribbled slowly out of her uterus and into her vagina.

Her sanity had returned as she awoke, but only now did she recall what had happened to her, and what it meant.

"My God!" she said aloud. "He got that dog-prick of his into my uterus and squirted his come all over inside me! I have to get it out of there, quick!"

She dashed all over the bathroom, looking for some means to douche herself effectively. There was no proper equipment anywhere in the place.

Then she stopped in her tracks as she remembered baring seen an open lab door nearby. She went out into the hall, dripping water from her skin and semen and cunt-juices from her crotch.

She looked into the lab, found it unoccupied, and entered.

Desperately, she looked around her at the equipment. In frantic haste, she finally grabbed a Bunsen burner, peeled from its inlet the rubber hose that fed it gas, then stuffed the hose end -- with much fooling around and irritated mumbling -- up inside her cunt.

When she had it up as far as she could get it, she reached over and turned on the gas. An aching, cold feeling filled her lower belly, and she almost shut it off right away, but the fear of what might happen if she didn't continue made her suffer the misery for several minutes.

When she finally decided she had forced the gas throughout all her inner tissues, and that her uterus must be well filled with the stuff, she could smell the odor of the inflammable vapor quite strong in the room. She pulled the hose out of her cunt.

She shut it off, then tore the hose loose at the valve and took it with her back to the bathroom.

It took her several minus to stretch the small hose over the luckily tiny nozzle of a lavatory faucet. In a few more seconds, she had a fairly satisfactory temperature in the flowing water.

Then she stuffed the flowing hose back into her vagina as far as she could. The water was flowing all over the tiled floor, but a large drain in the corner carried it off.

She let the soothing flow continue, watching the dribbling stream that poured down her legs for signs of what she was trying to rinse out.

Occasionally, she would spot a small blob of the whitish come as it rode the rapids down her legs and across the tiles. Finally, there seemed to be no more to wash loose.

She looked around, then found that there was no hiding plate for the precious hose in this bathroom. So she hurried back to her own room and tried to find a good spot for it.