Because of the stabilizing effect that Sophie had on Heather, the number of punishments she was to suffer was narrowed from seven to four. Officially she was getting a reduced sentence for “good behavior” and “scientific breakthrough aid”, but they didn’t tell her that her grandmother, Effie Wilcox, was going to be officially part of Project Dinotopia as their very first volunteer because Effie, in the same species as Heather, was going to inflict the final punishment on her.
One of the scientific breakthroughs that Heather has helped with was that fossilized bone DNA could only bond, not only with relatively similar body structure, but also relatively similar body structure. DNA from ‘Ornithocheirus Simus’ could not bond with ‘Pterodactylus Antiquus’ for example, because of the different skeletal structures.
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Heather had just entered her ‘punishment room’, as it was called when she got a snoot-full of chloroform rag. When she came to, her hands were bound high enough above her head to just barely be uncomfortable, while her legs were spread by what she recognized, by the feel, as a spreader bar attached to her ankles, just above the clamp that was placed on the legs of those under house arrest.
Standing in front of her was a bat Animalian wearing a sexualized version of a Bride-of-Dracula dress, specially modified to allow the wings on her back freedom to move, although they were currently folded like a cloak on her back. She was clearly a converted Animalian, due to her ruby red hair (Heather noticed with envy).
“Well now,” she began, toying with a sexual riding crop often seen in BDSM videos on the internet and nowhere else, and showing her fangs, revealing her species as a Vampire Bat.
“Ugh,” groaned Heather, interrupting her in annoyance. “Can you please drop that cheesy fake accent. You think I was hatched yesterday?” (She immediately made note on the change of mind that she had unconsciously used, and filed it away to write down later.)
“FAKE!?” Snarled the bat in front of her, slapping the crop behind Heather’s knees, revealing that said crop was actually extra reinforced and didn’t break on impact. “For your information, I was born in the village of Arefu, near Poenari Fortress.”
“Oh.” Answered Heather, shutting up quickly.
“Anyway,” Said the bat, clearly calming down, “I am Miss Vivian, the owner of Miss Vivian’s Intimacy Boutique. My colleague has a product she would like you to test.” At that, a black cat Animalian wearing a green, hooded, robe stepped dramatically into the light.
“I am Lucy Greenwall, the owner of Wiccan’s Woods.” She introduced herself to Heather, “From herbal medicine, to good luck charms, to protective talismans, it can be all found in Wiccan’s Woods.”
“So... why are you here?” Asked Heather, hoping against hope.
“Next month is October, and the highlight of the upcoming Animalia Halloween Exposition is an adult Halloween party at the Meat Market limited to Animalians only.” Said Lucy, mischievously, “You can take part in that after your punishments are complete.”
“Really?” Asked Heather, hopefully. She was one of those people who were neither popular nor losers in most of their school years. Even so, she was never invited to such parties by the more popular kids.
“Indeed,” Answered Lucy, “But the only way for you to take part in it is to test one of my newest creations.” At this she pulled out a small, bright red, jawbreaker-like candy. “Passionfruit power!” She said wth a dramatic flourish. “It’s softer than a standard jawbreaker, with a squishy-jelly candy center, and we’d like you to test it.”
“No problem,” Answered Heather, smiling awkwardly, “I’d take it from your hand, but I’m afraid they’re a little tied up right now.”
“Puns is it?” Asked Miss Vivian, as Lucy transferred the candy from her hand to Heather’s mouth, “You’ve got to keep the candy in your mouth until this hourglass empties completely,” She said, pulling a small hourglass out of somewhere, “and this hourglass only empties after exactly one hour. But break the hard candy shell before then, and the consequences are yours to deal with.”
“And your time starts.. now!” Said Lucy, turning the hourglass over at exactly 8:00. As Lucy and Miss Vivian exited the room, Lucy whispered to Miss Vivian, at a volume that only Miss Vivian’s ears could pick up, “The Passion Spices are in place.”
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At 15 minutes, Heather was still sucking on the jawbreaker, marveling on how it tastes, when it accidentally got caught between her new teeth and Heather, not knowing about the strength in her jaw muscles, broke it open, releasing the extra sweet squishy candy into her mouth. Realizing that this extra tasty candy was now in her mouth, she didn’t realize what it heralded. Only one minute later did she realize what her punishment was supposed to be. But by that time her arousal was already at high levels and still climbing.
But fidget as much as she could, she simply could not get her legs or hands free to deal with the maddening itch. So she had to deal with it without doing anything to relieve it.
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44 minutes later, Lucy and Miss Vivian began slowly counting down as tears from Heather’s arousal pooled around her feet.
“Three... two... one...” counted down Miss Vivian as her finger hovered over the button that held Heather’s hands bound. When the hour finally hit, Miss Vivian hit the button, and Heather collapsed to the floor her hand immediately getting to work, and work meaning heavy, desperation-fueled masturbation.
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Five minutes later, when Heather’s heat finally died down after fifteen separate orgasms. Lucy and Miss Vivian re-entered the room.
“Now we definitely know that that was definitely know that that mixture had too much Passion Spice in it.” Said Miss Vivian to Lucy.
“What *pant pant* was that?” Asked Heather, working on getting everything back under control.
“The Greenwoods have centuries of knowledge about herbal medicines, some of them dating back to the Celtic druids.” Answered Lucy, explaining, “From treating simple stomach problems, to making the bedroom more interesting, all these and more are available at Wiccan’s Woods.”
“So you just used me as a guinea pig for one of your mixtures?” Asked Heather, tiredly yet indignantly.
“It was supposed to be part of your assigned punishments.” Clarified Miss Vivian, smiling impishly and showing her fangs.
“Is there any more torment planned for me.” Asked Heather, dreading the worst.
“Mayybee,” Answered Lucy, vaguely, “Just make sure your riddle-solving skills are up to date.”
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During the sexual torment of Heather, it was decided to break up Project Thylacine into three stages, based on what was going to be used in each one. Project Thylacine would involve the DNA of animals that went extinct in the last 200 years. Project Cenozoic would involve the animals that went extinct as the last ice age ended, such as the wooly mammoth, the saber-toothed cats, and the giant ground sloths. Project Mesozoic would involve the creation of the planned Dinotopians, which Heather was currently assisting with, but that would have to wait until the aphrodisiac Heather had unwittingly ingested had worn off.