5 comments/ 141524 views/ 16 favorites The Psychology Experiment By: cristena Author's note: Reading through the Literotica collection I noticed that there was an inordinate number of stories by different authors starring a lead character named Jenny. So this got me wondering: were these all about the same Jenny? And was she inviting different authors to write about her? So this inspired me to add my own contribution to the Jenny archive, a rather silly and adolescent caper and something of a departure from my usual style. I hope it turns out all right. * * * * * Part 1: The first day. Jenny knocked on the door of the room marked "Psychology Lab 1", clutching the poster in her hand. Already late for her 3:30 appointment. Great. Nice impression she'd make, she thought, taking a moment to finger-comb her blonde hair in place before going inside. Jenny still couldn't believe she had come to this. After all, she was barely midway through her freshman year, and she'd saved a lot of money from the jobs she'd had during high school. Then she left for college in a different city while her boyfriend Brad decided to go to a local school. Now, between the long-distance phone calls to Brad and her own weakness for shopping, her money was quickly running out. So when she saw the posters advertising for volunteers to participate in various psychological studies, her eye was immediately drawn to one that promised $300 for about 90 minutes' participation. She couldn't believe her luck. The thin bearded man she knew as Dr. Parks was already waiting for her, along with a woman. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice heavily accented. As she knew, Dr. Parks wasn't his real name but an abbreviation from the original Russian. An emigre from the former Soviet Union, he was reputed to be one of the leading researchers in the field of subliminal messaging. "Thank you for responding to our advertisement," he continued. "As the poster explained, we are conducting research on the effectiveness of subliminal messaging. Of course, due to the nature of the experiment, we are unable to tell you any more about it at the present time. All I can assure you is that there are no medical risks associated with the process. "My name is Dr. Parks, and this is my assistant, Jada Spencer. I'll be controlling the research, but Jada will be the one running the experiment. Any questions you have during the course of the experiment, she will be able to answer. Everything sound all right to you so far, Jenny?" She nodded her head eagerly, thinking only of the $300 awaiting her. "Good then, Jada will have a consent form for you to sign, and after that we can proceed." The professor's assistant was a tall young woman, a few years older than Jenny, with long black hair in a ponytail and glittering green eyes. She handed Jenny a five-page form. Jenny flipped through it impatiently, checking only to verify that indeed she would be paid $300 for participating. She scribbled her name on the last page and handed it back to Jada. "Are you ready to start now?" Jada asked. Jenny looked at her watch and nodded. God, could she use $300. Jada reached down into a drawer and pulled out a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope. "I'm going to take your pulse rate and blood pressure now," she explained, "then I'll have you look at two videos, each about 30 minutes. At the end of each video I'll be back to take them again. Sound simple enough?" Jenny nodded obligingly and allowed the older girl to record her pulse and blood pressure. Then Jada straightened up. "Have a seat," she motioned to the leather chair. "I'll be right outside in the back room, running the videos," she added as she and Dr. Parks left the room. Jenny sat down where she was directed. The chair was soft and comfortable, and it faced a large video screen, like that of a TV. No knobs though, and no buttons. Jada would be controlling things from behind the scenes. The lights dimmed,and the first video started up. There was no introduction, and background music, only a close-up shot of man and a woman kissing passionately. The whole scene was suffused with eroticism, not your typical porn-movie stuff, but a genuine sexual energy that emanated from the screen and drew Jenny in. Her breathing grew shallow; she opened her mouth and gulped more air. Even though the room was cool, she was starting to feel quite warm. Onscreen, the man had unzipped the woman's dress and pushed it gently off her shoulders. In the quiet of the room Jenny could hear the whisper of the fabric as it slid to the floor, the breathing of the couple, and was barely aware that she was matching their breathy sighs with her own. When the man opened the woman's bra and slid his hand inside, Jenny felt an answering tingle in her own breasts. With her free hand she ran her fingers lightly over her nipple, and even through her bra and t-shirt she could tell it was quite hard. She watched the man move his mouth down the woman's throat, saw his tongue trace the delicate curve of her collarbone, then continue to her breast. The woman's body arched upwards as he kissed the tip of one nipple, then the other, before lowering his head to nuzzle in the valley between. Unconsciously, Jenny had started fondling her own breasts, her eyes glued to the screen. The man's hand moved down the length of the woman's body and started rubbing the front of her panties. Jenny's own body shuddered as if feeling his hand on her own mound. A gush of warmth suffused her entire lower belly, and her jeans felt increasingly tight and constricting. She shifted in her seat, trying not to dislodge the blood pressure cuff on her left arm. She was grateful that the room was dark, and that she was alone. Jenny shuddered again when the man removed the woman's panties and revealed her smooth, hairless mound. She reached down between her own legs in a futile attempt to pull her jeans away from her swollen crotch. She rubbed herself through her jeans, and it felt pleasant. Her jeans felt warm and moist. Jenny squirmed again and bit her lip in frustration as she watched the woman onscreen. Her crotch burned, aching for the man's lips, tongue, and fingers to touch her the way he pleasured his onscreen partner. Their fingers twined. The woman's head thrashed from side to side. The man's thrusts grew more and more urgent. She could see the tension rise in their faces as their arousal built up , higher and higher, until the man suddenly shuddered and went rigid, jerking against his partner. The woman's answering spasms indicated her own orgasm. Then the video ended, and the room lights came back on. Jenny sat there, flushed and blinking, trying to regain her composure even though her pussy was still buzzing. Jada came back in and inflated the blood pressure cuff on Jenny's arm. "How are you feeling?" she asked brightly. "O - okay, I guess," Jenny stammered, blushing. She wondered if the older girl could sense her state of arousal. She crossed her arms across her chest to conceal her swollen nipples. "If you're up for it, we can start the next film right away." Jenny nodded eagerly, still embarrassed. She hoped the next film would be of a different sort entirely. The room darkened again as the screen flickered to life. To Jenny's relief, this one looked to be a nature film, a rather sedate documentary about wildflowers in the Pacific Northwest. Jenny settled back in her seat, expecting her body to calm down shortly, but as the film progressed she realized that she was not cooling down. In fact, she was - if anything - getting more and more aroused as the film progressed. She couldn't understand it. There was absolutely nothing erotic about the content, yet her body was reacting just as it had to the film before. By the end of the wildflower feature, her chest was heaving again, her body tingling. Jada turned the lights back on as soon as the second film ended. "How're you feeling now?" she asked. Jenny put a hand up to her hair and brushed a floppy tendril off her flushed and sweaty face. "I - ur - guess I'm doing all right." She straightened out her t-shirt and allowed Jada to take her blood pressure again. "Not entirely, well, normal - but not bad." Finished now, Jada slipped the cuff off of Jenny's arm. "Well now, I guess we're done now." "That's it?" "That's it." Jada gave her another brilliant green-eyed smile. "We're all done. You may observe some lingering reactions, so pay attention to them and be prepared to let me know what you're feeling. I'll be following up with you for the next couple of days as well. Thank you very much, Jenny." Jenny picked up her purse and exited the lab, thoughts of $300 still dancing through her mind even as she tried to control the swirling urges within her body. Jenny passed the rest of the day wrapped in a vague sense of disorientation. She must have been frustrated by the first film, she decided. Her body still felt prickly, and a lingering tickle between her legs refused to go away. She wondered if she should stop off someplace and finger herself, then laughed at herself. Masturbation had never been comfortable for her; she'd always believed nice girls didn't go for that. It was with a sense of relief that Jenny finally came back from dinner and settled into her dorm room for the night. She stripped down to her panties and pulled a cotton nightshirt over her head. It was such a relief to get out of her tight jeans. She flopped down on the bed and opened her psych book, intending to prepare for tomorrow's class. She had to give an oral presentation on Sigmund Freud's theory of unconscious drives. Trouble was, she couldn't get her mind off her own unconscious drives. When the phone rang it was a welcome excuse to close her book. It was Brad, her long-distance boyfriend. "Hey Jenny." "Hey." Just the sound of his voice made her feel warm all over. "What are you doing right now?" "Oh, just missing you. How about you?" "Got a report to do for tomorrow, but I can't concentrate. Listen, I have got to tell you about today." She began to recount the details of her experience in Dr. Parks's lab that afternoon. Remembering the first video made her flush with excitement again, and her skin tingled where her nightshirt brushed against it. "That's cool, Jenny. Wish I'd been there." Another rush of warmth surged over her, and she bit back a gasp. "Brad?" "Jenny?" She ran her hand down the front of her body. Under her nightshirt her skin felt charged, alive. "Say my name again?" Jenny leaned back onto the bed. The events of the day must have left her in a state of hyper-arousal. Everything seemed to set her off. Still holding the phone to her ear, she stretched out, catlike. The thin cotton nightshirt brushed against her stiffening nipples as she moved, and she idly stroked one of the sensitive buds with her free hand. "Mmmmmmm...". "What *are* you doing, Jenny?" Brad asked over the phone. "Oh God, Brad, if you only knew what your voice was doing to me right now," she purred, twisting her nipple around in her fingers. Brad nearly lost It on the other end. "Are you -?" "Oh, yessssss...." Jenny murmured, continuing to play with her breast. Her hips twisted back and forth as she rubbed her thighs together. "Oh wow!" Brad breathed. "Oh wow, Jenny, that's so cool." Jenny raised her knees, and the nightshirt fell away from her thighs and pooled around her hips. She slid her free hand experimentally down between her legs. Her panties were damp. She could hear the distant sound of rustling on the other end of the line and knew that Brad was slipping out of his own pants, probably already hard. The image of his stiffening cock brought a fresh jolt of electricity spiraling down her spine, where it flicked against her clitoris like the snap of a finger. She couldn't believe she was doing this, masturbating with Brad listening on the line. "Jenny...." Brad's voice, husky now, sounded ghostly in her ear as she lifted up her nightshirt and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her fingers stroked her neatly trimmed pubic hair for a second, then probed further. They found her waiting crevice, and dipped inside. She was running wet, her juices flowing freely. She scooped out some of her wetness and spread it all around her outer lips and clitoris. She teased her clitoris, tickling it, rolling her fingertip over it like a hard little marble, and gasped at her own touch. "Say my name again," she murmured. "I love the way you say my name." "Jenny....." he whispered, "Jennyjennyjennyjennyjennyjenny..." "Mmmmmmm," she purred. "Mmmmmm - mmmm - ah!" Her pitch rose as her hips lifted off the bed, thrusting herself up hard against her hand. Her probing fingers pushed further in, curled, stroked her sensitive inner walls while the heel of her hand rubbed hard against her mound. Her thighs tensed and her toes curled as she braced for her climax. And then her pussy clenched, and the explosion wracked her body as she gasped out unintelligible sounds and heard his answering exclamation. "Wow," Brad whispered again after a few moments of silence, "that was amazing. Where did that come from?" Jenny giggled, feeling deliciously naughty as the last shudders dissipated from her body. "I really have no idea. Are you complaining?" "Hell, no. Hey, we gotta do this again sometime. Listen, get some sleep, OK?" "Mmmmmm, right. Good night, Brad." "Good night, Jenny." Jenny hung up the phone and rolled over onto her side, still feeling the lingering tingle between her legs. Within minutes she was fast asleep. Part 2: The second day. Jenny awoke bright and chipper, still smiling. The previous night's conversation with Brad still resonating in her head. A lazy, delicious warmth enveloped her body. She felt - sexy. She wished she could stay in bed, luxuriating in her languor, but no - she remembered, this afternoon she was scheduled to give an oral presentation to her Theories of Psychology class. Not a problem, though; she knew her material inside and out, and she'd always been a natural at public speaking. She was confident that the report would be breeze. She took her time in the shower, caressing herself as the water ran over her naked body, before slipping into a tight t-shirt and a short denim skirt that she knew would show off her long, tanned legs. The trouble must have begun around lunchtime, had she not been too preoccupied to notice. All through early afternoon she'd been noticing a vague uneasiness in her groin, almost as if she had to go to the bathroom, but even frequent trips to the ladies' room failed to ease it; in fact, as the afternoon progressed it got steadily worse. By the time she made it to her 3:00 psych class, she was definitely feeling something amiss. "Hi, Jenny!" A couple of classmates greeted her as she slid into her seat. She gave them a brief nod back, too distracted by the sudden twinge between her legs when her bottom made contact with the chair. Wriggling uncomfortably in her seat, Jenny could barely follow her professor, Dr. Wright, in her opening lecture, nor was she able to concentrate on the presentations of her classmates before her. Finally, she heard her name being called for her turn. As she got up from her desk, the crotch of her panties rubbed against her sex, and she realized with a shock that this friction felt good, like the caress of a hand. Where did that thought come from? The more she tried to put it out of her mind the stronger it became. She felt she might be starting to get wet, and fought the urge to put her hand down there to check. Clutching her notebook, she made her way unsteadily to the front of the room, wobbling on her 3-inch heels. Confused thoughts swirled around in her head. Was she coming down with something? The room seemed unbearably warm. She couldn't stop licking her lips. She was also becoming acutely aware of the sensation of her bra rubbing against her breasts. Her nipples were starting to feel swollen, more sensitive. She cleared her throat, surveying the room. "Um, my report was on Freud's theory of unconscious drives," she began rather thickly in her feverish haze. "What Freud wanted to show -" Her breath hitched in her throat. Her mouth felt dry again and she swallowed. "What Freud did...." "Is everything all right, Jenny?" Dr. Wright's voice registered impatience. "If you're not prepared, please let someone else have a turn." Jenny's head was swimming. Her groin throbbed. "Oh no, Dr. Wright, I think - I just need a second. To get my notes together." "Well, please do try and move it along, Jenny. We have a lot of other reports to go through today." Jenny stood there facing her puzzled classmates, trying desperately to compose herself. She couldn't understand what was going on with her body. Her skin felt prickly and hypersensitive, and her clothes chafed uncomfortably. She shifted from one foot to another, regretting her choice of shoes. She tried to look down at her notes, to organize her thoughts, but the words kept running together. To her dismay she noticed that the friction of her bra against her breasts had caused her nipples to harden, and they stood out prominently against her clothes, two jutting points clearly visible to everyone. In shock she clasped her arms around her chest, shielding her breasts behind her notebook. A couple of her classmates tittered. Dr. Wright was looking at her with growing annoyance. "Jenny, we can't wait forever for you to start. Please either begin your report or take your seat. Am I making myself clear? Jenny?" Shaking uncontrollably, Jenny staggered against the wall. Her knees felt rubbery. She sank down on her haunches, only vaguely aware that this caused her short skirt to ride up her hips, exposing the damp crotch of her panties between her open knees. "Jenny? Are you all right?" Dr. Wright's tone shifted from annoyance to concern. Do you need any help?" "No, I - oh!" Her body was tingling uncontrollably, her pussy throbbing. She had the overpowering desire to reach down between her legs and touch herself. "Jenny, what's wrong?" Dr. Wright was clearly worried now. Her classmates had started to look concerned too, and were joining in the questioning. Her head spun as their voices swirled all around her. "Jenny?" "Jenny?" "Jenny?" Her chest was heaving. She couldn't speak. Each utterance of her name brought a fresh gush of moisture to her already soaking pussy. With a monumental effort she pushed herself up off the floor. "I - I think I really have to go!" she cried as she made her way out the door and into the hallway. Bathroom. She needed to get to a bathroom. The urge to finger herself, to bring herself off, was overwhelming. Supporting herself against the wall, she tottered out into the hallway on shaky legs. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hi," said a voice. "You don't look so good." With effort Jenny raised her head up and tried to focus her eyes. It was Jada, the tall, green-eyed graduate student who had played the movies for her yesterday. "Do you need some help?" "I don't - I mean - I need to find a bathroom!" Jenny blurted. With a deep flush of humiliation she realized how she must look to the older girl, clinging awkwardly to the wall, trying to hide the swollen nipples pushing out against her tight t-shirt, painfully conscious of the way her swollen clitoris was rubbing against her sodden panties. "Come on," Jada coaxed. "There's a bathroom this way." Jada led her down the hall to the ladies' room and into the double-sized handicapped stall at the end. Grateful for the privacy, Jenny sagged down onto the edge of the toilet, grabbing the rails by the wall to steady herself. Jada knelt in front of her, a look of concern in her eyes. The presence of a sympathetic face was too much for Jenny, and the whole story of the events of the day came pouring out of her mouth in painful, excruciating detail. "I - I just don't know what's going on with me," Jenny sobbed. The Psychology Experiment Jada brushed her fingertips softly across one of Jenny's protruding nipples, and Jenny gasped at the touch. "Yes, I can certainly see that something's going on with your body.," she agreed. "Let's have a look, shall we?" She started pushing Jenny's tight skirt up over her legs. Jenny started to protest, but there was no way she could push her skirt back down without letting go of the rail and risking a fall into the toilet. Jada kept sliding the skirt up, her fingers burning trails on Jenny's quivering thighs, until it was up past her hips, revealing her lacy high-cut panties. The pink lace was soaked with Jenny's juices and plastered against her pussy, hiding nothing. The musky smell of arousal filled up the enclosed space of the stall. Jada snaked a finger inside the wet lace and traced a line up the length of Jenny's slit. The fingertip came away glistening wet. "Interesting," she commented. "Would you mind if I took a closer look?" Without waiting for an answer she started pulling Jenny's panties downward off her pelvis, past the damp triangle of dark-blonde curls leading down to her burning, throbbing core. The thin fabric stuck to her wetness before peeling gradually away with a soft sucking noise. Jenny whimpered and twisted her hips as Jada lifted first one foot, then the other, out of the panties and dropped them on the floor. Naked from the waist down except for her shoes, Jenny could only push her hips forward as Jada bent down between her legs to inspect her. Then the older girl's fingers were opening the lips of her pussy and pushing inside. Jenny arched back her head and moaned as Jada slid in two fingers, then three, anchoring her the palm of her hand firmly on Jenny's clitoris. "I can't feel anything out of the ordinary," Jada commented, continuing to stroke Jenny from inside. Jenny was beyond coherent speech now, making only guttural moans while her head whipped from side to side. "Maybe I'd better stop and -" "NO!" Jenny yelled, louder than she meant to. "I mean - ah -oh - d-don't - you can't stop now!" Jada shrugged but did not remove her fingers. Jenny was rocking hard against Jada's hand now, grinding her mound against Jada's palm. Then all at once she erupted in a blinding orgasm, her hips bucking and her feet kicking out underneath her as she slid against the porcelain toilet seat and nearly landed in the toilet. Jada continue to finger Jenny until the shuddering stopped. "We'd better let Dr. Parks know about this," she said worriedly, wiping her fingers delicately on a piece of toilet paper. "Come on, we'll see if he's in his office right now." She picked up the discarded panties. "I wouldn't put these on again if I were you," she added, wrapping them up in toilet paper and tucking them inside Jenny's purse. Jada left the stall, banging the door wide open on her way out. Jenny made a hurried grab for it, pulling it back shut before anyone could come by and see her with her skirt up to her waist and her legs still spread out. She wiped herself off as best as she could and smoothed her skirt down. Her legs were wobbly, but she did feel much better. Jada was washing her hands briskly at the sink when Jenny joined her. Jenny took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Oh God, she looked like a slut. Her hair was a mess and her face was still flushed from her earlier arousal. Everything about her aspect seem to scream out sex. She splashed some water on her face and started to brush her hair back in place. "I think Dr. Parks has office hours right now," said Jada, grabbing Jenny's hand and pulling her out the door even before she was finished brushing her hair. She tottered down the hallway after Jada, acutely conscious of the absence of her panties. The air of the hallway swirled up her skirt and tickled her exposed lips, and she kept checking her short skirt to make sure it was all the way down. Dr. Parks was, in fact, in his office at that moment, busily grading undergraduate exams when Jada knocked on the door. "Dr. Parks, is this a good time?" "Well, look who it is," he got up from around his desk and held out his hand in greeting. "How is everything going - Jenny, isn't it?" "I'm all - oh!" To her amazement she felt a fresh jolt of electricity spiral down her body, and she clenched her fist against her groin in response. "Why, what is it? Is something the matter, Jenny?" "I - oh!" she exclaimed as her pussy twitched. "See?" Jada said, "It's like that. She was in this state when I found her wandering around the hallway, only much worse. Look at this." She grabbed the front of Jenny's t-shirt and lifted it up to her armpits, then pulled up her bra so that her breasts popped free. Already half-erect, Jenny's nipples hardened instantly in the open air of the office. Dr. Parks inspected the nipple mildly. "Interesting," he said in his thickly accented voice. "How long have you been feeling this way, Jenny?" "Ever since - oh God!" Her legs felt shaky again and she fell back into a chair. "I don't know when, maybe after lunch -" "Go on, Jenny." She passed a hand across her head and pushed her hair off the sweat on her forehead. She felt the moistening between her thighs start again and swallowed hard. "I was giving my psychology report and - oh! I don't know what's happening to me!" "That's not all," Jada added. "Look." Kneeling down, she pushed Jenny's skirt back up past her hips to expose her wet and swollen pussy, which was already leaking a spot onto the seat of Dr. Parks' leather chair. "Jenny seems to be having some sort of spontaneous reaction." "Yes, that would certainly seem to be the case," The professor agreed. "Ah, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny...." The professor kept murmuring her name as Jada continued to manipulate her labia. Jenny's control was slipping rapidly, her rational mind becoming eclipsed by lust. In her frenzy she grabbed the back of Jada's silky dark head and pulled the older girl's face hard against her pussy. "Mmmmgggghhhh!" The vibration of Jada's lips against Jenny's engorged labia set off a shudder of pleasure before the older girl pushed herself away in indignation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jada's open mouth was slick with Jenny's juices. Two bright spots of color blossomed on her cheeks. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" Jenny sobbed in utter mortification. She couldn't believe she'd just done that, forced another woman to put her mouth Down There. Yet her body was on fire, her need to cum as raw and aching as an open wound. Jada wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still looking shaken. Dr. Parks turned to Jenny sternly. "Jenny, I'm warning you, I will not allow you to abuse my grad students like that. If you must orgasm, you might as well do it yourself." "H-here?" Jenny stammered. Dr. Parks shrugged. "You can do it here or you can wait until you walk back to your dorm, Jenny." Jenny moaned as her body responded again to the sound of her name. "Go on, Jenny, what feels good? Do your breasts want to be touched?" "Y-yes," Jenny moaned. "Touch them, Jenny," Dr. Parks coaxed softly. With a small whimper Jenny reached up and started fondling her breasts, fingertips stroking her swollen, sensitive nipples. "Doesn't that feel good, Jenny?" Jenny nodded miserably, unable to stop what she was doing in spite of her shame. "What else would you like to touch, Jenny?" His voice continued, smooth, almost a caress. "Show us." As if on its own, Jenny's right hand started creeping down her bare stomach, over the bunched-up skirt around her waist, down to find her dripping sex. With two fingers she teased her outer lips apart, opening herself wide. She lay back on the desk, one hand squeezing her breasts, one by one, while the other continued to finger herself. She rolled her clitoris between her second and third finger, flinching even as her fingertip flicked over the sensitive bud. Oblivious now to the other people in the room, she pushed her fingers deep inside her slippery folds. Her feet lifted off the floor as she arched her hips up to meet her hand, thigh muscles clenching in rhythm with her thrusts. The impact, when it hit her, was sudden and explosive, even stronger than her earlier climax in the bathroom stall. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body continued to spasm, over and over until finally collapsing back on the seat. Nobody spoke. Jenny sat up, blinking. Jada and Dr. Parks were looking at her, their faces unreadable. A fresh wave of horror suffused her as she looked down and took stock of her indecent position. "Oh my God," she sputtered as she jumped off the chair, hastily pulling her skirt down and straightening out her t-shirt. "I - I'm so sorry! I don't know what to say!" Dr. Parks waved a hand dismissively. "Think nothing of it, my dear. Perhaps It is just a temporary after-effect of the experiment. Tell you what, Jada's presenting the results of the study tomorrow at 2:00. Why don't you come and sit in. It will give you some insight into the nature of the experiment." Jenny nodded miserably, grateful he hadn't made an issue of her behavior. "I'll, uh, be there, I guess." "Very good," he smiled as she gathered up her things and scuttled out the door. "See you tomorrow, Jenny!" he added, noting the brief stumble in her step as she ran down the hall. He turned to Jada, who was busily making notes on a clipboard. "Well, I think that went quite well, don't you?" "Oh yes," Jada smiled, "and hopefully it should make a very interesting presentation." Part 3: The third day. Jenny spent a miserable morning huddled under the bedclothes, unwilling to leave the room or talk to anybody for fear that the uncontrolled urges would start raging through her body again. She'd cut her two morning classes, not wanting a repeat performance of the previous day, and she knew that was going to cost her academically. She debated on whether or not to go to lunch, then decided against that too. Great, so now she was going to be hungry on top of everything else. She scrabbled around in her desk drawer and came up with an apple and a couple of crackers. Munching on the apple, she cracked open her textbook and tried to concentrate on reading her next chapter, but her mind kept returning to the bizarre and humiliating experiences she'd been having lately. What had she gotten herself into? She glanced at the clock. 1:15. Jada had told her that she'd be presenting the results of the experiment at two, and that everything would be explained. Resignedly, Jenny got out of bed and headed off to the shower. She debated on what to wear to Jada's presentation and decided on a simple white blouse paired with a long straight khaki skirt. With a heavy heart she headed over to the psychology building and found the small auditorium where the presentation would be held. It looked as if the entire department was already there, a mixture of professors and graduate students. Jenny took a seat in the back row, grateful for the anonymity offered by the group of people. Jada was standing in the front of the room, professional in a crisp black suit that set off her white skin and bright green eyes. In one hand she held a clicker, which she was using to advance through a sophisticated PowerPoint presentation. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. As you've been told, the focus of our project was on testing the effectiveness of subliminal manipulation. As you know, subliminal messaging involves the technique of embedding images and sounds within the context of a movie or larger picture for the purpose of implanting a message in the audience's subconscious. This message is usually intended to trigger an emotional or somatic response. "We decided on a response that was relatively easy to identify, such as sexual arousal, which also worked well because it was not likely to arise spontaneously otherwise. The trigger stimulus had to be a cue that the subject was already familiar with. Since we did not have time to introduce a new stimulus to the subject, we had to use one already familiar to her, in this case the sound of her own name. "We then did some research to find out what sort of images would trigger the strongest sexual response for the subject. These images we spliced out and paired with a low-level audio track of her name being spoken. "The subliminal messages were embedded in a 30-minute film which we showed to the subject on Wednesday. Afterwards the subject reported feeling uneasy but not unpleasant. We believe this was the period in which the messages was integrating itself into her subconscious. I will now show a bit of the film, slowed down so that you can see the implanted messages." Jenny stared openmouthed in horror as Jada ran the videotape for the assembled panel. Played at one-eighth speed, the implanted images of couples deep in the heat of erotic passion were clearly discernible, as well as the low voice in the background whispering "Jenny.... Jenny..." "I observed the subject all throughput the next day," Jada continued. "The effects of the subliminal manipulation were clearly starting to show. I watched her grow sexually aroused during the course of a normal classroom interaction. Dr. Parks and I examined the subject in his office and verified that indeed the subject was experiencing a sexual arousal triggered by the sound of her own name. I have a recording of the session in the office, of which I'll just play a little right now." Jenny sank down in her seat, wishing she could disappear. She squeezed her hands over her ears as the sound of Jada's and Dr. Park's prompting, along with her own answering moans filled the room. "Of course, the area of subliminal,messaging still leaves a lot to be explored, " Jada continued. "For one thing, we don't know whether the responses will extinguish on their own without further reinforcement, or whether she will have to be deprogrammed. You can be sure that we will be continuing to monitor her progress for quite some time. Thank you very much for coming, and I'll be glad to answer any questions or comments." A bearded man in the front row raised his hand and regarded Jada sternly. "Ms. Spencer, I'm afraid your data are not sufficient to convince the panel as to the outcome of the experience. Do you have any other evidence to back up your hypothesis?" Jada's flawless composure tensed slightly. Almost imperceptibly, Jada's smile tightened, her voice became strained. "Dr. Maxwell, I can assure you the data are genuine and obtained through rigorous scientific procedure." The man remained implacable. "As you may be aware, we did have an incident last semester where a student was brought up on charges for falsifying data. We would simply like to see some more direct evidence that links the subject's responses to your interventions." Dr. Parks, who'd up until now been sitting quietly on the sidelines, spoke up. "Might I make a suggestion, Jada? As it turns out, our subject Jenny is right here with us in this room with us. Perhaps she would be so kind as to give us a demonstration?" Jada's glittering green eyes surveyed the room. "Well, I really wasn't planning to do this, but I see you leave me no option. Jenny, will you please stand up?" Al eyes turned to Jenny, who had no choice but to stand up even as the familiar tingling began afresh in her lower belly. "If I'm right, the verbal stimulus of her name should just be starting the process of arousal in her body right now. Can you tell me if that's the case, Jenny?" Blushing furiously, Jenny swallowed hard and nodded. "Would you please come down here, Jenny? I'm going to need your help with my presentation after all." Cringing under the collective stares of the panel, Jenny slowly made her way to the front of the room, her clothes rubbing up against her body with every movement. By the time she reached Jada's side her panties were already starting to dampen. Jada turned her around to face the room. "As you can see, the subject's face is already starting to show the characteristic signs of arousal. Notice the redness over the cheeks and lips, the increase in salivation. Jenny, can you please tell the audience what you are feeling right now?" Jenny could feel the hot flush of embarrassment creep down her face and mix with the spreading warmth in her breasts and groin. "I couldn't - not in front of all those people!" Jada ignored her. "Are you feeling hot, Jenny? Are you feeling aroused?" "Yes," she mumbled, barely audible. "Speak up please, Jenny. And do try to remember this is a presentation." "I - I'm feeling, well, horny..." "Could you please describe the feeling to us in greater detail, Jenny." "I'm, ur, aroused. Every time I - oh - hear my name it gets me more and more - that way. Oh." "I think the panelists need a more specific description of what's going on in your body, Jenny. And please try and look at the audience when you speak; it gets very difficult to hear when you're looking at the floor." Jenny slowly raised her eyes to her audience, her face a study in utter mortification. "I'm feeling very - warm - right now," she stammered. "My breasts, oh god, my breasts - are tender. My nipples are - swollen and so - sensitive - right now I feel - I feel like they'll push our right through my bra. Oh, god!" The last exclamation came out in a whimper. "Go on, Jenny." Jada's voice was impassive, offering no reprieve. "And - oh, god - and I'm - wet, too. Down there. And my - what's the word - clitoris - is so - swollen. Rubbing up against my underwear. Hard to walk. Hard to - stand still too. Oh.... Oh...." "What would you want most right now, Jenny?" Jada asked softly. Jenny's vision blurred as hot tears of humiliation sprang to her eyes. "I want to - touch myself. To - masturbate." Her eyes sprang open and she looked straight at Jada. "Please, if I don't have an orgasm soon I'm sure I'll explode!" A hand came up from the panel. "How do we know she's not being stimulated from any devices inside her clothes?" Jada's smile was brittle. "No, Dr. Poe, our subject Jenny is not wearing any hidden wires or electrodes which might stimulate a physical reaction. Jenny, could you please remove your clothes so that the audience can see that you are not wearing any wires." "What?" Jenny's eyes widened in shock even as a fresh wave of arousal coursed through her body. "Just do it, OK?" Jada hissed through gritted teeth. "My entire semester's work is riding on this." Stunned by the harsh words from the woman she'd considered a friend, Jenny fought off a fresh round of tears. This wasn't part of the agreement. Yet even as Jada spoke, her body was already aching to be free from the tight confines of her clothing. As if of their own accord, her fingers began clawing at the buttons of her blouse. "Let's move it along, could we Jenny?" Jada whispered in her ear. Jenny felt the skirt loosen around her hips as Jada's impatient fingers undid the zipper, and then the skirt was sliding down her legs, exposing the bottom edge of her white panties beneath the hem of her blouse. The wet spot was already visible between her legs. Jada helped Jenny undo the rest of the buttons on the blouse and pulled it of her shoulders. Jenny stood there, shivering in her bra and panties, erect nipples clearly visible under her white bra. When Jada reached around to unhook Jenny's bra, however, she twisted away, protesting. "Jada, you can clearly see that I'm not concealing anything in my bra. There isn't room in here for anything but me." "That's not true, Jenny. If you don't they'll accuse me of sewing electrodes to the inside of your bra and they'll still think I'm faking it." Unable to come up with a convincing retort, Jenny fell silent as Jada undid the clasp holding her bra closed in front and pulled it away, revealing Jenny's rosy pink nipples to the scrutiny of the assembled professors. Jenny noticed a couple of them were adjusting their glasses in order to get a better look, and she flinched under their gaze, wondering how far things would go. The Psychology Experiment But Jada was addressing the panel again. "As you can see, the subject's nipples are also showing signs of arousal." As if to illustrate her point, Jada took one of Jenny's ripe pink buds between her thumb and forefinger and lifted it up to the audience, pinching it lightly. "And notice the all over flush on the body. Isn't that so, Jenny?" she asked, and Jenny felt a fresh tingle between her legs at the sound of her name. She ground her thighs together, trying to rub herself inconspicuously against the crotch of hr panties. "Could you remove your underwear now please?" "Whatever for?" Jenny wailed, desperately trying to salvage the last of her self-control. "You can see I'm not concealing anything. My god, I'm so wet now you can see right through them. Why do I have to take them off?" "Just do it, please," Jada snarled in her ear. "Do you *want* me to get kicked out for falsifying data?" Jenny could only stand there in abject defeat and humiliation as Jada drew the panties down off her legs, and she stood there, trying to cover herself with her arms. She could feel the moisture between her legs already starting to ooze down her thighs. Jada held the panties up to the panel. "The subject is also experiencing vaginal lubrication. I can pass these around to you so you can determine that these indeed are genuine bodily fluids." Jenny stood with downcast eyes as her panties were passed around from one professor to another, some merely glancing cursorily at them, others pausing to sniff them as if to verify their authenticity. "If you could please sit down now on this chair Jenny," Jada continued, motioning to one of the metal folding chairs. "I'm sorry the seat won't be the most comfortable. I really wasn't prepared to give a demonstration." Jenny did as she was told, wincing as the hot skin of her buttocks came in contact with the cold metal seat. Face burning, she hunched over in her seat, keeping her legs wedged tightly together. "Now lean back and open your legs if you please, Jenny." Whimpering softly, although whether from arousal or humiliation she didn't know, Jenny carefully eased her back against the chair and slid her ass forward. The metal seat was already wet with her juices. The cool air of the room hit her exposed sex like a slap. Jada put one hand on Jenny's knee and pulled her leg further out to the side. "Now you can also see," she said to the panel, "that our subject is lubricating copiously. Notice how red and swollen the lips are, and the size of the clitoris." A couple of the panelists craned their necks forward. "Would you like a closer look? You can come see for yourself." As the assembled professors filed down to the front of the room, Jada pulled out a box of latex gloves. "Feel free to take these gloves if you need a more thorough examination. And please, remember to thank her by name, since she is a volunteer." Jenny squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to witness this latest round of humiliation. Her hips squirmed uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the prying eyes and fingers. The latex-coated fingertips were cool to the touch. They spread open her labia, tracing up and down the sides of her hungry slit. A couple of them eased her throbbing clit from its fold of skin and rolled it around, massaging it gently and sending more sparks spiraling down her pussy. She gasped as a pair of fingers not sheathed in gloves entered her dripping crevice and started exploring her inner recesses. Her hands gripped the sides of her seat, white-knuckled. In spite of herself she started to moan and gyrate her hips in response to the probing fingers, rapidly building toward a massive orgasm. "Very nice everybody, I think you've all got the idea," Jada said smoothly, and one by one the panelists removed their hands, leaving Jenny crashing back down in frustration onto the metal chair. "Thank you, Jenny," she added, putting extra emphasis on the name to inflame the hapless subject even further. Pointedly ignoring Jenny's distress, Jada turned back to the professors, who were now filing back to their seats. "The clinical implications of this treatment are obvious. It can be a useful tool to help couples deal with sexual dysfunction, as well as inhibition caused by anxiety - will you please keep it *down*, Jenny?" This last was directed at the tortured moans of the writhing girl. "All right Jenny, what *do* you want?" "Please," Jenny sobbed, all attempts at control abandoned, "I really need to cum!" A hand went up in the audience. "How long do you think the subject can go in this state of arousal without some kind of release?" Jada smiled, back at ease now that she had passed the scrutiny of the panel. "I'm afraid that question is really beyond the scope of my project. However, it *would* make a fascinating topic for further research. Thank you very much for coming, everybody." She turned to Jenny, who was still squirming pitifully on the chair, trying to hold her position. "All right Jenny, you can play with yourself while I take some questions." No longer conscious of anything but her overwhelming need for release, Jenny reached gratefully down to her aching pussy. Stroking herself furiously, she paid no attention to what the professors were saying, although a few times Jada had to tell her to keep her voice down so she could hear the questions. Finally, the sensations crested to a peak, and her back arched off the chair as she climaxed in a fit of screaming, shuddering ecstasy, and then passed out. When she opened her eyes again the room was silent, the seats deserted, the only reminder a lingering smell of sex. She had no idea how long she had been out, but it felt like her orgasm had lasted for hours. Exhausted, she peeled herself off the chair and started picking up her discarded clothes. Tucked inside her panties was a check for $500, $200 more than what she'd been expecting. Perhaps the experiment might have been worth it after all. Slowly, already planning her next shopping spree, she began to dress.