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Clinical Trials Ch. 01

By: KegRoller



"I can't believe this! You're telling me you don't have your rent money again! Fuck! Completely unacceptable! You need to do something about this. Now!" Holly fumed as her roommate Brittney teetered in front of her.

"Look, I'll get the money! I just need a little more time. I'm looking for work, I think I have a line on something tomorrow. Please, just give me a break," Brittney whined. In truth, she had no idea how to come up with the money. With her recent degree from the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism she'd been beating the bushes all over the valley. She got a couple small freelance jobs that got her through her first couple months since graduation, but now things seemed to have dried up.

Holly scowled back at her. She saw Brittney as a pampered, spoiled brat. Brittney's trust fund had finally run out, and now she was trying to leach off of Holly. Holly made up her mind she wasn't going to put up with it.

"I'll give you three days, and no more. You better have the money or I'm throwing your ass out!"

"Ok, ok! I'll get it!" Brittney cried. 

Brittney hurried back to her room to avoid any more of Holly's wrath. Standing in front of her mirror, she chastised herself for ending up in this predicament. She had always been able to get by somehow. She did well in school, was mostly studious with only few occasions where she got out of control at parties. She'd had several boyfriends, though none of them long term. Most boys seemed to just be looking for a good fuck. Not that she was against that, but none of them were all that good at that, either.  

Looking at her reflection, she saw a 22 year old woman with long straight blonde hair, blue eyes, 5 foot 5 inches tall, and a petite body. Not a stunning beauty, but still turned heads, especially when she was showing off her long slender legs. She stayed fit, either running or doing yoga, and had a nice tan thanks to the Arizona sunshine.

But now she was broke and desperate. Her parents had died when she was young, so she was raised by her grandparents. She'd gotten a trust fund that paid her way through school. Sure, maybe she spent it on too many cute dresses and shoes, but these things were practically necessities for a young girl. But now with the money gone and her grandparents retired and moved to Florida she was on her own. She needed a job, and fast. She decided to go back to the Scottsdale Courier tomorrow morning. She had done a couple stories for the editor there. He made her uncomfortable, but it was her best chance.

The next morning she headed off for the Scottsdale Courier offices, having made an appointment to see Ted Packard. Ted's office was on the fourth floor, with windows overlooking downtown Scottsdale. Brittney knocked on the open door, and then stuck her head in.

"Well hello Miss Banyard. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in my office today? Please, come on in, have a seat." 

Ted sat behind a large mahogany desk. He was 54 years old, short, balding, and about 100 pounds overweight. Overall he was not an attractive man. Brittney forced a smile and made her way to the hard wooden chair in front of his desk.

"Well, umm, Mr. Packard, I really was hoping you had some work for me," Brittney meekly responded.

"Work? Well, hmm, I don't know about that. Your last stories were just so-so. What can you do to convince me that you're up to the task, young lady?" Ted's eyes traveled down Brittney's body, lingering on the exposed skin past her neck. He liked his women young and petite, none of these oversized sagging tits for him. 

Brittney squirmed in her chair under the leering eyes of Mr. Packard, not sure how to respond. She gathered her courage and replied, "Well, I, umm, I know I can do better. I'll really work hard and do my best. I just need another chance."

Ted arose from his chair and walked around his desk. "You'll work hard, will you?" Ted chuckled under his breath at what he saw as a sexual reference to his hard manhood. He strode behind Brittney and put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. His eyes once again moved down her chest and inside her blouse, catching a glimpse of the front clasp of Brittney's pink bra. "Is that all you have to say? That isn't very convincing, I must say. It will take more than just hard work to make it in this business."

"Please Mr. Packard," Brittney nervously responded, now very uncomfortable with the implications of Mr. Packard's words. "I really need the money..." she trailed off.

"I'm sure you do," he said as his fingers slowly move down her neck and inched their way inside her blouse. "However, I can't just go hiring every pretty girl that comes by..."

Suddenly Mr. Packard's secretary strode into the room. Brittney jumped, but Ted calmly slid his hands back out of Brittney's blouse before addressing his secretary. His secretary quickly glanced at Brittney and a look of disgust flashed across her face but was quickly gone. Brittney blushed, realizing what she must think of her. Brittney wanted to shout out that it was nothing like that, but could only look away in embarrassment.

"Mr. Packard, there's an issue downstairs with the latest copy. They need your input right away," she curtly stated.

Ted sighed, realizing the moment with Brittney was past. "Very well, tell them I'll be right there."

Ted took one more look down Brittney's blouse, and then walked back around his desk and dug a folder out from under a large stack of papers. "Here," he said as he thrust it towards Brittney. "I've put a couple different reporters on this one, but they've all been shut out. You give it a try, maybe they'll be less threatened by an innocent young girl. All the information and contacts are in the folder, report back to me in a week."

"A week? But... isn't there something a little shorter?" Brittney needed money now, not in a week. This job wasn't what she needed right now.

"You don't want it? It's all I have for you, darling, take it or leave it," Ted responded gruffly.

Brittney jumped up from the chair and grabbed the folder. "No, no. It's great. Thank you so much, Mr. Packard. I'll do a great job, you'll see!"

"Come back in a week, Miss Banyard. And don't screw it up or you won't work here again," he threatened. 

As Ted headed out of his office he started making plans for Brittney's return visit.

Brittney rushed home and began to pore over the contents of the folder. It contained information about a local company called BioZene, located in local the research park. She vaguely recalled seeing their sign while driving past. There was very little information on exactly what they were researching, only some vague mention of alternative medical treatments. There was a contact name and number, a Dr. Jennifer Drake. Some hand written notes were in the folder, she assumed by the prior reporters, that had some very unflattering comments about the woman and an ominous warning to stay away. The basic idea of the story was to uncover what this company was up to; all the better if it involved any sort of unsavory actions like animal testing.

After reading all the material Brittney sat back. Holy shit, how am I going to do this? Like they are just going to open up and tell me what they are doing? "Yes Miss Banyard, right this way and we'll show you our super secret formula for curing cancer. And over here you see all the monkey cages where we've perfected our new serum." Uh huh.

Still, she couldn't come up with a better plan than to just call this Dr. Drake and ask for an appointment. What else could she do, break in at night and search their facility? Steeling herself, she picked up her phone and dialed the number.

"Dr. Drake," was the curt response after the third ring.

"Umm, yes... umm, I'm... this is Brittney Banyard with, umm, with the Scottsdale Courier..." she stammered. "What the fuck am I doing?" she asked herself.

"Yes, Miss Banyard. How may I help you?" Again a terse response.

"I, umm, I'm doing some research for an article on local high tech companies. And I, umm, would like to learn more about what you do," Brittney fumbled through the flimsy excuse that just came to her. It sounded like something a high school kid would do for his school paper.

"And why would I want to tell you about what we do?"

Shit, good question. "Umm, it might be good publicity, Doctor. You could tell you side of the story, avoid people getting misconceptions about what you do." Well, that sounded reasonable, Brittney thought. There was a long pause on the phone.

"Doctor Drake?" Brittney asked, wondering if she had hung up on her.

"Fine. 5:30 this afternoon. Come around to the side entrance, the main lobby will be closed by then."

A rush of relief passed through Brittney. "Thank you so much!" she squealed. "I'll be there!"

"Don't be late, Miss Banyard." And the line went dead.

The rest of the afternoon Brittney spent planning for the appointment. She listed out questions, reread the material, Googled them to find any more information. There wasn't much. They seemed to be getting private funding from someone. Apparently they only had this single facility in Scottsdale. Not very helpful. She dressed conservatively for her appointment in a mid length grey skirt and white blouse, and added some 3 inch open toed heels. She was successful at avoiding her roommate all afternoon until 5pm when she headed to the front door to get to her appointment.

"Hey, got my money yet?" Holly shouted out to her.

"Umm, almost... I'm heading to a job right now."

"Well, I hope it pays well. For your sake," Holly added.

Brittney rushed out the door without responding.

Traffic was heavy, but she'd given herself lots of time. She arrived five minutes early. The front of the building looked very professional, with a shaded high trellised entryway leading to large tinted glass windows that concealed the lobby. Driving past the main entrance, she found what must be the side entrance that Dr. Drake referred to. It was a little seedier looking, with a small gravel parking lot surrounded by a chain link fence. Grabbing her notepad, Brittney nervously got out of her car and walked up to the door. 

Not sure what to do next, she tried the door, which was locked, of course. She checked her phone, she was 3 minutes early. She tentatively knocked on the steel door and waited. She was about to knock again when the door suddenly flew open. Standing in front of her was Doctor Jennifer Drake , sharply dressed in what appeared to be an expensive skirt and silk top. Brittney guessed she was in her mid 30's. She stood several inches taller than Brittney and looked fit. What struck her the most was the perfect complexion on the doctor's attractive though somewhat sharp featured face. Brittney wasn't attracted to women, but something about her drew Brittney's attention. She had an unreadable look on her face as she greeted Brittney. This was not at all what Brittney expected from a medical research scientist. 

"Hello, Doctor Drake? I'm Brittney Banyard, we spoke on the phone?" Brittney said as she tried to shake off her initial reaction at seeing the doctor.

"Of course you are. Follow me please," the doctor responded curtly.

The doctor led her quickly down a hallway, then through a large set of doors that she opened using her badge access. Brittney struggled to keep up, and somehow found herself looking at the doctor's hips as they swayed under the skirt in front of her. Another hallway followed, then another smaller door, also requiring a scan of her badge to access. She didn't see anyone else in the building. She also didn't see anything useful to her story. Just empty hallways and closed and similarly locked doors. She found herself in what looked sort of like a doctor's examination room, though quite a bit larger. There was a small sink, cabinets stuffed with supplies, a laptop on a stand, a desk, and an examination table. A strange place for an interview, Brittney thought. 

"Thank you for meeting with me, Doctor..." Brittney began, but the doctor immediately cut her off.

"Why are you here, Miss Banyard? Who sent you?" the doctor asks suspiciously.

"I, umm, I work for the Scottsdale Courier. Mister Packard asked me to do this story," she stammered.

"Packard, hmm? Ted Packard. Yes, he's been after me for a while. Why is that?"

"Umm, I don't know, he just asked me, gave me your name to contact. I just have some questions for you..." Brittney replied as she fumbled with her notebook. "Umm, how long have you worked for BioZene?" Brittney asked, trying to get on with the interview.

"How old are you, Miss Banyard?"

"What? Umm, I'm 22, why?"

"Quite young to be an investigative journalist, don't you think? What other stories have you done?"

"Well, I wrote about the overcrowding at the animal shelter, and, umm, I covered the..." Doctor Drake cut her off.

"Oh, yes, I can see how that would make you qualified to snoop into what we are researching here," the doctor responded sarcastically. "What do you know about advanced medical research? Do you have any sort of medical background?"

"Well, I, umm, not exactly, but..." The doctor cut her off again.

"But how hard could it be, hmm? Just come in here and ask some questions, write a little worthless story that tells your readers nothing? Or maybe you are hoping I'll let slip some dark secrets? But then what? Would you even know a secret if you heard it? Or know what to do with it?" The doctor looked Brittney over disapprovingly while Brittney was sitting there in shock.

"Tell me, how bad do you want this story, Miss Banyard? What would you be willing to do to get a truly revealing story on BioZene? A story that nobody else has written? A scoop, as you'd call it?"

Feeling desperate as her assignment seemed to be slipping away from her, she blurt out, "Please, I really need this, I really need the money for rent! What do you mean, what would I need to do?"

The doctor looked her over for a few moments, contemplating, and then replied, "I'll give you your story, on a couple of conditions. First, you will sign a non-disclosure. One of the requirements will be that I will review any and all materials before they get submitted to Mr. Packard. You'll still get your story, but I'm certainly not willing to divulge corporate secrets to my competitors. If you fail to comply with this then I'll sue the Courier and ruin your career before it starts."

"Umm, ok, I guess," Brittney responded, not sure if she was allowed to enter into this type of agreement but seeing little choice. She tried to think back to the ethics class she took, but didn't recall anything that fit this situation.

"Second, you will consent to participating in a clinical trial of some of our product developments here at BioZene." Doctor Drake moved over to her computer as she talked. "As part of this trial you will be required to fill out an extensive survey. You will also sign a waiver form relieving myself and BioZene of any liability for any side effects the testing might cause, as long as BioZene acts in good faith to not knowingly harm you. I will also need to take a blood sample before you leave today. When you return tomorrow I will have all the documents ready for you to sign, and we will begin the first phase of testing. Understood?" the doctor asked while glancing up from the computer.

"I, umm, I'm not sure... What sort of testing will it be?" Brittney asked nervously. She was completely taken aback by the doctor's proposal.

"Nothing dangerous, I assure you. I can't divulge too much until you sign the non-disclosure, but we will be testing some non-invasive alternatives to some common cosmetic surgical procedures. Look at it this way. You'll not only get your story, but you'll get a firsthand account for your research. A win-win. Oh, and these are paid trials. You'll get $200 for each visit. Visits are mandatory, but scheduled at my discretion. Miss a visit and you will be expelled from the trial and I will not consent to you writing your story. Understood?"

Now even more uneasy about getting in too deep, but also thinking about how much she needed the extra cash, Brittney quickly replied, "Yes, ok. I'll do it. But it's not going to hurt, is it?"

The doctor laughed. "Hurt! Of course not. Well, a little pin prick now to get a blood sample, but that will be the worst of it. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Miss Banyard."

"Umm, ok, I guess. Do I, umm, get paid right away? I mean, when I return tomorrow?" Brittney asked.

"Of course. In cash. I'm assuming that is acceptable?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, of course!" Brittney responded with relief.

The rest of the time in the office was spent getting the blood sample and explaining the next steps for the clinical trial. The doctor e-mailed the survey to Brittney and told her she had to return it by the next morning, filled out in full. The doctor warned her that any bullshit answers and the deal was off. Brittney was to return the next day, again at 5:30pm, for her first clinical visit.

Finally, Brittney was led out of the building and found herself back at her car. She started her car and rushed out of the dingy parking lot, now even less inviting in the dim light of early evening. On the way home she struggled to understand what she had just signed up for, and whether this was a bad idea. But deep down she knew she was going to go through with it, she needed the job and the money too badly.

Arriving home, Brittney entered to find her roommate Holly sitting on the couch watching TV, her bare legs draped over her boyfriend Billy's lap. She tried to pass through without getting into it again with Holly, but Holly quickly spoke up. 

"Hey, how much money did you make today? Got my rent money yet?"

Brittney grimaced, but tried to respond politely. "Well, I'm working, so I'll have some of it tomorrow."

"Some of it??? And what am I supposed to do with that? Maybe you should be thinking about pawning off some of that junk you've collected. Or hey, maybe you can work it off by doing my laundry," Holly taunted.

"That won't be necessary," Brittney responded, trying to keep her cool. "I'll have more money for you soon."

Brittney rushed to her room, but heard Billy's voice before she closed her door.

"Hey Holly, how about giving her to me? I'd make her earn her keep with that little body of hers," Billy snickered.

Holly kicked him in the thigh. "Shut up, you're an ass. Just for that, I shouldn't give you any of this tonight," she said as she put her foot against Billy's crotch and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. 

Back in her room, Brittney calmed down and changed into her pajamas, and then opened her e-mail. The survey from Dr. Drake was waiting for her. "Might as well get this over with, she muttered to herself. The first questions looked like typical doctor's office type questions; 

List your medical history, do you smoke, do you drink, are you currently taking any prescription drugs. Are you parents still alive. What medical issues did they have.

Then the questions started to make Brittney a little more uncomfortable. 

Are you sexually active, when was the last time you had sex, how many partners have you had. 

"Ok, still sort of health related," Brittney thought, as she answered as best she could. But then; 

Do you consider yourself heterosexual, bisexual, or homosexual. Have you had oral sex. Have you had anal sex. Have you had any lesbian experiences. Have you had lesbian fantasies. Have you had submissive fantasies. Have you ever been tied up. 

"What the fuck," Brittney cursed out loud and slammed her laptop closed. "She can't be asking these things, it's none of her business!" But as she fumed, she also recalled the doctor's demands. The survey must be completed in full, with no bullshit. "Fuck," she cursed again as she returned to the survey moments later.


Clinical Trials Ch. 01



Do you masturbate, if so how often. Do you use sex toys. If so what type of toys. Do you orgasm from sex. Have you had multiple orgasms.

Then the questions turned to what she thought of her own body.

What features of your body are you most happy with. What features would you like to change. What features in other women do you find most attractive.

The questions went on and on, but Brittney was resolved to complete them as quickly as possible. Finally, after over an hour of struggle, Brittney finished. She hesitated before clicking the send button, again second guessing whether she should be doing this. But thinking again that she had little choice, she gritted her teeth and clicked send. She thought about starting an outline for the story, but wasn't in the mood. Instead she started browsing online for a new pair of shoes, even though she knew she couldn't afford them.

Brittney looked up and cursed at the wall behind her desk as she heard voices from that direction. Holly and her boyfriend had moved to Holly's bedroom, and the walls weren't thick enough to keep out the sounds coming from them. Though she was disgusted by the thought of the two of them having sex, she was drawn to listening in instead of putting on headphones to block them out.

"Man, you look sexy tonight Holly. I love that skimpy little dress," she heard Billy say.

"Aww, you like it? Does it make that big cock of yours get hard?" Holly taunted. "Let me see it. Take off your pants." Brittney heard some rustling. "Oh my, that is a big hard cock, now isn't it? What would you like to do with it?"

"I want to fill that little pussy of yours. I want to fuck you all night with it, that's what I want," Billy responded.

"Oh do you now? That seems a little ambitious, don't you think? All night? Why, I bet I could make you shoot your load with just a few strokes with my hand."

Brittney heard Billy groan. She imagined his big cock with Holly's fingers wrapped around it. Brittney slid her fingers inside her panties and began to slowly massage her clit.

After several moments she heard Holly's voice through the wall again. "Or what if I wrap my lips and tongue around this big cock. How long would you last?"

Billy groaned even louder. Brittney imagined that it was her kneeling in front of his big cock, taking it deep in her mouth. She didn't like Billy, but it was a dirty fantasy and it made her even wetter. She slid a finger inside her wet pussy and stifled a moan.

Billy's moans turned into curses as he tried to hold back his orgasm. Holly's voice again, "See, look at this dripping cock. You wouldn't last a minute inside my tight hole. You think you can fuck me all night? Mmhmm, not likely."

Brittney jumped as she heard the thump of Holly's headboard bump into the wall, and then Holly's voice again. "That's it, lay back. You're going to lick me. Make me cum with that tongue of yours since your cock isn't going to last long enough to get me off."

Brittney pulled her right knee up to her chest, then reached around and stuffed two fingers inside her opening as she imagined his tongue on her own pussy. She sawed her fingers in and out as squishy sounds filled her room.

"Oh god yes, that it. Faster, right there," Holly directed Billy. After several minutes Brittney could hear Holly go over the edge and scream out in orgasm.

Getting close to cumming herself, Brittney spread her legs further. In doing so she inadvertently banged her foot against the lamp, which slammed into the wall with a crash. "Shit!" she screamed out loud and tried to grab the lamp. Instead of grabbing the lamp she proceeded to knocked over the pencil holder, causing it and a dozen pens and pencils to hit the hardwood floor and scatter across the room.

"Hey!" Holly shouted and pounded her fist against the wall. "Getting your thrills from listening to us fuck?"

"Shit!" Brittney said under her breath. "No, I'm not!" she called back to Holly, completely flustered.

"Uh huh, I bet. Fuckin' perv. Go find your own cock," Holly shouted back at Brittney.

"Damn it," Brittney cursed under her breath. The mood broken, she retreated back to her bed and buried her head under her pillow. Though she could still hear the occasional shriek from the next room, she eventually fell into a restless sleep, still horny and frustrated.

*****

Brittney felt like she was suffocating. It was dark and she was lying on her back in her bed. A weight was on top of her chest making it hard to breathe. She squirmed but could barely move. She tried to push the weight off, but she felt weak. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness and Holly's face became clear looming over her.

"Hey, what are you doing in here," she squeaked, her voice barely a whisper.

"You owe me rent, bitch. Since you haven't paid me I'm going to take what you owe in other ways," Holly growled.

"Please, I'll get you your money. Just get off of me!" Brittney responded, again her voice sounding barely above a whisper.

"No, I've waited long enough, your time is up," Holly angrily replied. She then began to move forward. To her horror Brittney suddenly realized that Holly was naked. Brittney was confused. Was she naked a minute ago? Brittney began to panic as Holly's pussy loomed closer and closer to her face.

"No!!" she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Then she heard a male voice behind Holly.

"That's it, ride her face! Let's see her lick her first pussy. Oh yeah, do it, Holly!"

Shit, it was Billy, her boyfriend. What was he doing in here! She twisted in an attempt to get away, but it was impossible to get any leverage. Holly's pussy was just inches away from her lips. She squirmed, but her eyes were riveted to the sight before her. Holly's pungent scent filled her nostrils.

"Lick it, Brittney," Holly ordered. Brittney wanted to resist, but found herself pushing her tongue up to touch the outer folds of Holly's slit, momentarily forgetting that Billy was watching. She then curled her tongue and pushed it inside Holly, hearing Holly moan in pleasure. Her tastes were flooded as Holly's juices coated her tongue. Brittney's mind screamed out that this was wrong, but her tongue continued its journey, now flicking across Holly's clit as Holly again moaned and ground harder against Brittney's face. She somehow felt a sense of accomplishment at being able to please Holly.

"Oh yeah, that's so hot," Billy commented from behind Holly. And then Brittney felt the unmistakable feeling of a hard cock nudging against her own opening.

"Please, no..." Brittney pleaded, but her pussy was wet, and she unconsciously pushed her hips towards the hard member that was about to penetrate her.

"Yeah, you want my big meat inside you, don't you," Billy growled.

"No," she whispered, but she again pushed her hips up to meet his pending penetration. She could feel the tip of his large member parting her lips. Brittney groaned.

"Hey, keep licking, you slut! I'm the one you owe back rent to," Holly commanded.

Brittney obediently thrust her tongue up into the sloppy cunt above her. Holly dropped herself down, smothering Brittney. Brittney struggled, unable to breathe. She felt like she was about to pass out. Billy's big cock slammed inside her, filling her up. She tried to scream.

*****

Brittney woke with a start, gasping for breath and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her pussy throbbed with need, and for a brief moment she thought she still tasted Holly's cream on her lips.

"Shit, what the hell!" Brittney thought to herself. "What kind of fucked up dream was that?"

She considered masturbating to relieve her pent up need, but decided fantasizing about Holly and Billy was just too far out there. She eventually dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Brittney spent the day searching for more information on Dr. Drake and BioZene, and also worrying about her next visit to see the doctor. Unfortunately the extent of her searching skills didn't go past Google, so she ended up with nothing more useful than what original folder from Ted Packard contained. She also half heartedly searched for more writing assignments, but was just as unsuccessful at that. She kept checking her e-mail for a reply from Dr. Drake regarding the survey she sent last night, but got nothing there either. She found a phone number from one of the prior journalists assigned to the story, so in desperation she called. There was no answer, so she left a brief message for them to call her back.

It was finally time to leave for her appointment. She wore a short yellow sun dress and brought her note pad and the questions she had prepared the previous day, though figured she'd be equally unsuccessful today at getting answers as she was yesterday.

Arriving at BioZene, she again parked in the gravel lot, approached the steel door, knocked, and waited. She nervously looked around, but there was no one else in sight. Finally the door opened.

"Miss Banyard. Follow me," Dr. Drake said with little fanfare. Brittney followed in silence as they made their way down the same hallways as the day before, arriving in Dr. Drake's office.

Without wasting any time, the doctor thrust several documents towards Brittney. "Here, read and sign these."

Brittney looked at them in dismay. There must have been 20 pages, and she wasn't in the mood to read a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo. "Yes ma'am," she responded, and then skimmed through the pages. She read very little, and understood even less. While she was reviewing them the doctor was across the room at a workbench, appearing to be very busy. Brittney considered asking for an explanation of the documents, but was afraid to disturb the doctor. Finally, she found the places to sign and penned her signature and date on each document.

"I'm finished," she called to the doctor.

"Excellent!" The doctor turned and strode over to Brittney. She grabbed the forms and handed Brittney a white hospital gown. "Remove all your clothes, put this on and lie back on the table please," the doctor ordered.

Brittney took the gown and unfolded it. "Here?" Brittney asked as she looked around for a place to change in private.

"Yes, yes, here. Hurry up, we have much to do and I don't wish to be here all night!" Dr. Drake responded impatiently.

Brittney turned around and undressed, then quickly pulled the gown over her naked body and climbed up on the table.

"Can you tell me what you are going to do to me now?" Brittney asked.

"Ah yes, of course!" the doctor responded, now appearing excited. "But just remember what I'm about to tell you is covered under the non-disclosure form that you just signed. You will not repeat any of it without my written consent. If you do, believe me, you will regret it."

"Umm, I understand, doctor."

"Ok, excellent! Well, we are going to perform two procedures today. Both are based on some advanced nanobiology research that combines the science of genetic engineering with the science of nanomaterials. We have found a way to create materials that are both programmable and compatible with the human body. In this way, we can create materials that can be introduced inside a person's body, and these materials can be programmed to act in specific ways. And we can create these materials simply and inexpensively in a lab environment. Any questions so far?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, you mean you are going to inject me with something?" Brittney responded fearfully.

"Haha, no! That's one of the huge advantages of our design. The body actually draws it in, recognizing the matching genetic make-up, and makes it part of that person. It is done completely by topical application. The most you'll feel is some tingling."

"Umm, ok. But what are you going to do to me?" Brittney asked.

"Ah yes, today's trial. First, we are going to test a replacement procedure for lip enhancement. Currently people use Botox or other injections. These are temporary solutions, and have side effects of swelling, allergic reactions, etc. I chose this for you because I noticed you have somewhat thin lips that you mentioned you weren't pleased with in your survey. I bet you'd love to have larger, perfect lips, now wouldn't you?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, I guess so, sure," Brittney replied, trying to think of where in the survey she had said this.

"Of course you do. Ok, I have the sample prepared. You will need to lie perfectly still."

Dr. Drake donned a pair of latex gloves and then brought a small dish over to Brittney. "You may feel a little tingling," she said and then proceeded to apply a gel like material to Brittney's lips using a small flat tipped instrument. She applied a thin coat, and then repeated this several times. It did tingle, and Brittney struggled to remain still.

After applying several coats of the gel to Brittney's lips, the doctor sat back and examined Brittney's lips. "I do believe this was a success!" the doctor said gleefully. "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Umm, no, I don' thin' so..." Brittney slurred as she tried to speak without moving her lips.

"Haha, no need for that! Touch them, lick them, it's fine! There's no recovery period," The doctor replied. She then handed Brittney a small mirror. "See for yourself."

Brittney took the mirror and looked at her lips. They were indeed perfectly formed, puffy, kissable lips. She touched them and felt her fingers tickling her lips. She then licked her lips. Everything about them felt like her own lips. "But how..." Brittney asked in amazement.

"My god, girl, weren't you listening? These are your lips now. The procedure is permanent. You now have perfect lips. Lips that will never get chapped, by the way," the doctor said proudly.

"Permanent?" she asked, nervously. She continued to examine her lips and face in the mirror. It was still her face, but, well, they did look good.

The doctor moved back to her bench and began preparing the second application. After several minutes she again approached Brittney. But this time she was pushing a cart with several items on it. From her angle Brittney couldn't see the items on the cart, and she surely would have panicked if she had. On the cart was a round container with a pump handle on the top. A clear plastic tube was connected to the container. The tube was several feet long, and the other end was attached to the end of a round steel shaft, about two inches in diameter and nine inches long. The shaft had holes at various locations along its length. 

"I understand from your survey, Miss Banyard, that you are sexually active and that you are on the pill. I also understand that you contracted and STD two years ago," the doctor stated coolly.

"Umm, yes," Brittney confirmed, embarrassed.

"Very well. For this next application you will need to put your feet into the stirrups," the doctor stated as she extended the stirrups from the table.

"What are you going to do?" Brittney asked nervously, not moving.

"We have developed a topical nanomaterial that will both prevent unwanted pregnancy and prevent future STD's. Both would seem to be of value to you, Miss Banyard. Now put your feet in the stirrups. There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm a medical doctor. You don't have anything I haven't seen before."

Brittney lifted and spread her legs. Before she realized what was happening, the doctor added Velcro straps around her ankles, trapping her in the stirrups. "Just to prevent any unnecessary movement, Miss Banyard. We don't want something to go wrong with the application."

Brittney lay back and tried to think of things other than her current situation. She reminded herself that she needed to get more detail from the doctor for her story. What did the doctor call it? Nanobiology? She hoped she would be allowed to ask questions before she left today, since she needed to start putting together an outline for Mr. Packard.

Just then she felt something cool and slippery touch her between her legs and she jumped. She looked down to see the doctor about to insert the metal shaft into her vagina. She gripped the sides of the table as the shaft inched in slowly. It was well lubricated and didn't hurt, but it was definitely uncomfortable. The doctor then reached over and pumped the handle on the canister several times, filling the line and then the shaft with a clear gel, which began to ooze out of the holes in the shaft.

The doctor continued to push the shaft into Brittney until most of its nine inches was inside her. Brittney's knuckles were white as she continued to squeeze the table. Slowly, she found her body was getting accustomed to the intrusion. After a few minutes her pussy began to tingle. It was a similar feeling to how her lips felt from the prior application. But now feeling this in her most sensitive area, the tingling had a different effect. The doctor pumped the canister again, and Brittney could feel the cool gel coating her insides. The doctor began to pull the shaft back out, but then twisted it slightly and pushed it back in. Brittney could feel her own juices mingling with the gel as her body started to heat up. The doctor continued a slow rhythm of twisting and sliding the shaft in and out. Brittney was mortified to realize she was very aroused and could feel an orgasm building up inside her. She tried to hold it back, tried to think of anything besides the shaft filling her so completely. But the tingling was impossible to ignore, and soon she was gasping and teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm. 

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, the doctor stopped with the shaft buried fully inside her. "Any discomfort, Miss Banyard?" the doctor asked.

Brittney could only shake her head.

"Very good," the doctor responded, then turned to examine the canister. Brittney's arousal slowly inched away from the precipice as she waited. 

After several minutes the doctor spoke. "Ok, just a little more." She pumped the canister again and twisted the shaft buried inside Brittney. Brittney shuddered in response. The doctor pumped the shaft very slowly in and out for several minutes, periodically pumping the cylinder until it was empty. Brittney squeezed her eyes shut, certain that she was going to orgasm with the next thrust inside her. 

But instead, the doctor pulled the shaft quickly out of her. Brittney let out a loud groan in disappointment.

"Yes, I'm sure that was uncomfortable for you, but we are finished," the doctor told Brittney in a tone that implied the doctor interpreted Brittney's outburst as relief. But the doctor was fully aware of Brittney's arousal. The doctor proceeded to wipe away the excess fluids leaking from Brittney's pussy and then removed the Velcro straps. "There we are, all finished. You may get up and get dressed now."

Flush with unfulfilled sexual tension, Brittney slowly rose and searched for her clothes, trying to clear her head and make sense of what just happened. Finally dressed, the doctor asked her to sit for a few last details.

"We will need to monitor your vital signs throughout the trial. You will be wearing this around your neck," the doctor stated as she held up a small steel collar. The collar was unmarked, about three eighths of an inch in diameter at the widest point. It also did not appear to have a clasp. The doctor clicked a button on her laptop and the collar opened. She then slipped it around Brittney's neck and snapped it closed again. It hung loosely around her neck, but was too small to remove without opening the clasp. "You must not remove this, or you will be expelled from the clinical trial. You must also abstain from any sex for 24 hours. That means no penetration, human or otherwise. Understand?"

Brittney was barely listening. While no longer filled with the steel shaft, her pussy felt like ever millimeter of her insides were being tickled by a thousand feathers. She felt more juices leaking out of her and soaking her panties. She squeezed her legs together to try to stop the sensations, which only put pressure on her clit and made her even more in need.




Clinical Trials Ch. 01



"Do you understand?" the doctor said forcefully as she lifted Brittney's chin to look her in the eyes.

"What, umm, ok. Understand what?" Brittney fumbled.

"Listen very carefully. Do not remove the collar. And do not masturbate or have sex for 24 hours. Got it?"

"Umm, ok, I understand," Brittney responded.

The doctor then handed Brittney $200 in cash. "Here is for today's visit. Do you have any questions?"

"I, umm, it sort of itches," Brittney responded while looking down.

"Oh that. Yes, this particular treatment takes longer to adapt to the host. It is currently diffusing through the layers of your vagina. Once complete then the discomfort should subside. Here is my cell number. Call me if you experience any sort of pain," the doctor stated as she handed Brittney a business card. "Anything else?"

In a daze, Brittney just shook her head. 

She was led back through the hallways and out the door to her car. She drove home on autopilot, barely able to concentrate on the road.



Clinical Trials Ch. 02



Author's note:

Thanks for the excellent feedback on chapter 1! I feel like there are a multitude of directions this story could go, and some of you have given me additional great ideas. I definitely will fit some of those ideas in. But as tempting as all these possible story lines are, I feel I must stay on a more focused path so the story doesn't get out of control. This chapter begins with some back-story, but have no fear, it heats up as it goes.

*****

Having led Brittney back to her car, Doctor Jennifer Drake hurried back to her office, anxious to monitor the progress of the clinical trial she just started. The application of the nanomaterial to her patient Brittney Banyard's lips and sex appeared to be a success, but of course this was just the beginning.

The doctor logged onto her laptop to check the remote connection to Brittney's collar. Everything was in order, with the collar transmitting data back on the status of the nanomicrobial material that was currently fusing to Brittney's body. She was able to ping the material and got a confirmation response that it was active and currently processing initial startup instructions.

"Excellent!" the doctor exclaimed. Just then her assistant Darnus entered her office. 

"Just in time, Darnus. Take a look at the signals were are getting back from patient X. Everything is in normal ranges and the material should be 100% integrated this evening."

"What the hell, Jennifer, I see you've already moved to patient testing? I'm guessing you are not exactly telling the board about this yet?" Darnus questioned as he strode towards Doctor Drake, annoyed. Doctor Drake just grunted in response as she concentrated on the data scrolling across the screen.

Darnus Johnson looked over the doctor's shoulder, angry, but still interested in the information that scrolled across the screen. As he brushed up against her, the doctor ignored the pang of sexual attraction from his close presence and kept her concentration on her work. The doctor and Darnus had dated in the past, or more accurately had a wild workplace fling. They both knew it wouldn't last, though. Darnus was eight years younger than Jennifer, black, six foot four inches tall, and built like a professional athlete. That could have been his path in life, but he instead hit the books and got his masters degree in biology from Stanford. He landed this job at Biozene two years ago and quickly showed himself as an asset to the company. After six months he was assigned to work with Jennifer. Their affair was soon after that and lasted several months before they both agreed to call it off. And as for dating, Darnus was a player and liked his women young. As the doctor could attest, Darnus also had a massive nine inch cock that he felt obligated to share with as many women as time allowed. Jennifer, on the other hand, worked 16 hour days, which didn't leave time for romance and she knew it was a losing battle to compete with the steady stream of college aged girls that chased after Darnus.

"Let's just say the opportunity presented itself," the doctor was saying. "We'll keep this testing private for a while, if you don't mind. You know the board is annoyingly conservative and doesn't have the stomach for the type of testing needed to keep our research ahead of the competition. And besides, we both know the potential ethical issues that we can run up against with some of our recently developed treatments. We need some research on how people respond, how the use of our materials might make them susceptible to manipulation by others. What might happen if an unscrupulous person had the ability to inject a material into someone and enslave them into some misguided cause? What better way than to test our material on sex organs and monitoring the psychological impacts," the doctor explained.

"Mmhmm, I get it," responded Darnus. "But I know you, doctor. I think you enjoy these experiments a little too much. What makes you better then these 'unscrupulous people' when you do your experiments on unsuspecting individuals? I'm assuming patient X hasn't been informed of all of your plans or of the full functions of the material you've treated her with. And besides, what makes you an expert in psychology?"

"The difference is, Darnus," Jennifer responded as she became aggravated with Darnus, "is that I'm not in this to turn someone to my will. I'm studying the potential psychological risks of our invention, and whether it's possible to make someone do things they wouldn't otherwise do. If we understand this than we have a better chance at avoiding these issues, and also keep from getting sued by product safety activists. At the end of the experiment we deactivate the nanomaterial and that's the end of it, patient X returns to their old life. And obviously, if she was aware of the experiment then it would skew the results."

"If you say so. But you are taking a lot of risk here, there's too many unknowns, not to mention that you, and more important, me, could be put in prison for this sort of thing," Darnus responded, equally aggravated with the doctor.

"It's a calculated risk. And don't be so quick to judge, I know you are just as interested in moving forward with testing as I am. Don't tell me you've let the board sway your opinion," the doctor argued.

"Ok, ok, I get it. Look, I'd never rat on you, you know that. I just wish you'd let me in on your plans before you put us both at risk," Darnus responded.

"Fair enough. Now let's get down to business, shall we? Take a look at this," the doctor said as she turned back to the screen. "We are currently at 78% absorption, with only a 1.5% loss. Your latest synthesis is by far the most effective. By 9pm this evening the process should be complete, and achieve a better than 97% absorption."

"Wow, that is impressive," Darnus responded, momentarily proud of the result since she was using his latest strain of synthesized material. "Wait, what is that?" he asked, pointing to another window on her screen.

"Ha! So you noticed, very quick of you! That is the new program I've been developing. These nanomaterials are not just able to be put into a simple on or off state. While you've been developing the biological advances, I've been working on a fully programmable nanomaterial to go along with it. This batch of material is capable of any number of different functions. There is the low level code that manages the basic functions. In this case they are programmed to detect and avert all known STD's and also manage birth control. But here..." the doctor stated as she scrolled down through the code on the screen, "Here we can both measure and control sexual response. Not only that, but this material learns from its host. Basically once it's figured out what buttons to push to give the host sexual pleasure, it can then use those to please, or to deny, pleasure."

"Holy shit!" was all Darnus could say.

The doctor beamed as she watched the screen. "Yes, holy shit is right. The material is currently in learning mode. It will attempt different stimuli on patient X and grade them based on the host's response. Once complete it will go into a wait state. The collar that the patient is wearing is linked to us here, so we'll be able to monitor progress. We will also be able to transmit and execute different routines remotely as desired if we want to introduce additional functionality."

"Holy shit!" Darnus exclaimed again. "Do you know what this means? The implications are staggering! Completely programmable and adaptable! There'd be no limit to what you could do..." Darnus trailed off, suddenly a little fearful of the doctor.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? We can check on things in the morning, there's nothing more to do right now," the doctor stated as she shut down her laptop.

*****

Brittney arrived home and staggered into the front door as a wave of pleasure radiated from her pussy. What started as a constant tingling had now become more intense and she was flush from the feelings. 

"Well, look at you, staying out late," Holly jabbed. She then took a closer look at her roommate and noticed the flushed look and the tussled clothes. "Shit, it looks like you just got fucked! Working for a living to pay the rent?" Brittney cringed at Holly's taunts.

"No..." Brittney boldly responded, but then trailed off as she couldn't think of anything else to add.

"Whatever, so where's my rent money? Wait! What the fuck! What did you do to your lips?" Holly spat out angrily as she grabbed Brittney by the chin and examined her face. "You got your lips enhanced? What the hell, you can pay for that shit but you can't pay me?"

"No, of course not," Brittney responded as she pulled away, flustered. She dug into her purse and pulled out the $200 and pushed it towards Holly, who grabbed it and started counting.

"That's it? $200? Where's the rest?"

"I'll get it! Please, I just got a job so I can pay you. I just need another week!" Brittney pleaded. Just then another spike of pleasure drove through her. She staggered but tried to keep her composure. "What's happening to me? I don't recall her mentioning this side effect," she thought. Luckily it appeared that Holly didn't notice. 

"Fine. But you aren't getting off that easy. You want me to float you for another week then you need to start putting in a little extra effort. Right now I think Billy and I need a round of drinks. Why don't you go mix a batch of margaritas and bring them out?" 

Billy was lounging on the couch and watching with interest the exchange between Holly and Brittney. He thought Holly's roommate was pretty fuckable. Maybe not the sexiest girl he'd seen but there was definitely something about her that he was attracted to. Brittney never gave him the time of day, so he also enjoyed seeing her being controlled by Holly.

Brittney relented to Holly's order and headed to the kitchen. A drink sounded pretty good about now, anyway. After mixing up the drinks, Brittney brought out the glasses for Holly and Billy and then started to head to her room.

"Oh no you don't, you need to stick around in case we need your services," Holly scolded Brittney.

Not coming up with a good excuse to leave, Brittney plopped down into the armchair across from the couch where Holly and Billy were sitting. Just then another spasm hit her pussy and a groan escaped her lips. Billy looked over at her but Holly just ignored it. Brittney curled up in the chair and pretended to focus on the television.

After about 15 minutes she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over to see that Holly's fingers were slowly stroking the front of Billy's shorts. The outline of his hard-on was clearly visible against the material, while Holly's attention was focused on the TV. Around the same time Brittney noticed the waves of pleasure emanating from between her legs were happening more frequently. She licked her lips as another jolt of pleasure edged her closer to orgasm. As she was driven to higher states of sexual need she couldn't stop the fantasies that invaded her thoughts. She closed her eyes as an image of Billy's exposed hard cock being stroked by Holly's slender fingers flashed before her.

"Brittney!" Holly shouted for the second time. "Get us some refills," she ordered.

Groaning, Brittney slowly pulled herself out of the chair and leaned over to grab their glasses. She nearly toppled over onto Billy as a strong pulse radiated outward from her pussy. Billy was watching her intently, and she quickly grabbed his glass and rushed to the kitchen. As she stood at the counter in a panic, Brittney struggled with what to do. She didn't understand what was happening to her body or why these feelings were not only not subsiding, but instead were getting more intense. It was clear it had to do with the doctor's treatment. She considered calling her but the doctor's business card as well as Brittney's cell phone were in her purse back in the living room. Besides, it was getting late, and the doctor said to call if she felt any pain. Well, this wasn't pain... She wanted to run away and hide. But she also wanted to be fucked, hard. "Stop it, get a hold of yourself," she admonished herself for having such lewd thoughts. But then she groaned as it felt like 100 feathers were tickling her insides. The feathery feeling traveled to her clit and she nearly spilled the margarita pitcher as she doubled over and groaned again.

"Hey, hurry it up in there!" Holly shouted. 

Brittney didn't want to go back out there, but didn't know what else to do. Dejectedly, she quickly refilled the drinks as the feathery feeling abated and made her way back to the living room. She handed out the drinks and fell back in her chair again, relieved to at least completing the task without another incident. She again pretended to watch television, but was lost in thoughts of lust and confusion as her pussy continued to torture her.

At the next commercial break she glanced over at Holly and Billy, and was shocked to see that Holly now had the button and zipper of Billy's shorts open and her hand was inside. She could see Holly was slowly stroking him as Holly continued to watch TV. To Brittney's horror, Billy was staring at her instead of at the TV, clear lust written across his face. She tried to look away, but just then another wave of pleasure began to build up inside her. This one was stronger than all the others, and it didn't let up. She could feel her body racing towards orgasm and she couldn't keep from twisting in the chair and pushing her hips out. But instead of crashing over into orgasm, she teetered on the edge. Her half closed eyes were locked on Billy's, unable to look away. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. She was pinned there, needing to orgasm, dreading it, aching for it, wanting to reach into her panties and furiously rub her clit, trying to hold it back, convinced that any second now she would cum and scream out as Billy watched the spectacle of Brittney's public orgasm. But her orgasm didn't come.

After what seemed like an eternity to her, her pleasure once again subsided, leaving her panting. Her muscles, which had been tensed, finally relaxed and she sunk back into the chair. A sheen of sweat coated her forehead. Billy still stared at her with clear lust in his eyes and she flushed with embarrassment, certain that he could tell what she was going through. She tried to shrink into the cushions, hoping to disappear and escape this embarrassment. She wanted to run away, but felt glued to the spot as fantasies of being fucked by Billy flooded her head. 

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?" Holly asked as she glared at Brittney.

"No, nothing, I'm fine," Brittney squeaked out. Holly stared at her for a few more moments before turning her attention back to the television. Her hand returned to idly stroking Billy's member.

Brittney hardly had time to recover, as only a few minutes later her body began to ramp up again. "Please, not again!" she begged to herself. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. Overwhelming pleasure radiated from her pussy, and within seconds she was again on the edge of a massive orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the feelings. Images of being fucked by Billy again invaded her thoughts. Her dream from the prior night came back to her, and she recalled how aroused she had been at the thought of being forced to lick Holly's pussy. She opened her eyes only to find Billy again staring intently at her. "Oh god, please not here!" she thought as she tried to push these erotic images away. Her nipples were hard and aching, visible even through her bra. Her pussy contracted as if in orgasm, but then held her at the peak without falling over. Another contraction, and Brittney moaned loudly, which got Holly's attention.

"What the hell?" Holly blurted out, staring at Brittney.

Another contraction hit Brittney, stronger than the last two. "Oh god..." Brittney cried out loud, no longer able to contain it. Both Billy and Holly now watched her, agape. She locked eyes with Holly and couldn't look away. For endless seconds Brittney's body was held at the brink. And then another contraction drove her over the precipice. She screamed out as her body thrashed and twisted in orgasm. She began thrusting her hips upward as her juices flowed, soaking through her panties and dripping down her thighs. Every millimeter of her sex felt like it was being stimulated. The orgasm went on and on as Brittney shook and screamed out again and again as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her. 

Watching the spectacle of Brittney's orgasm was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed, and Billy couldn't hold back as his cock spewed out blast after blast. He thrust his cock against Holly's hand as his cum coated the inside of his shorts and Holly's fingers. A large wet spot soaked through his shorts.

"Fuck!" Holly cried as she yanked her hand out after feeling Billy's hot cum coat her fingers. 

Brittney's orgasm finally faded and she was mortified at the realization that both Holly and Billy watched the whole thing. She slunk back into the chair, pulled her still shaking legs up to her chest, and buried her face against her knees, red with embarrassment.

"You fucking slut!" Holly shouted at Brittney after realizing what just happened. "What the hell was that? What, do you have a vibe stuck up your cunt? Is that how you get your kicks? You're a fucking exhibitionist, getting off on us watching you? Last night you listen to us through the wall and now this? You are so fucked up!"

"No, it's not like that," Brittney squeaked.

"Oh? What is it, then? And you!" Holly turned to Billy without giving Brittney time to answer. "What the hell, were you watching her the whole time? Is that what gets you off, watching my slut roommate? Get out," Holly shouted as she wiped his cum off her hand and onto his shorts.

"Aww, come on, be reasonable!" Billy argued. "That was fucking hot! Don't tell me that it didn't get you worked up. I know you better than that."

"Shut up!" Holly shouted, angered that he said that in front of Brittney, especially since it wasn't far from the truth. "Just get out, now!"

Billy reluctantly got up and zipped up his shorts. As he walked past Brittney he leaned down and whispered to her, "That really was hot, babe. Thanks for the show."

A small spasm went through Brittney's pussy and she sunk further into the chair as Billy left.

"Hey!" Holly shouted at Brittney. "You don't have anything to say for yourself? On second thought forget it, I don't want to hear it. I don't know why I don't just throw you out now as well. Clean up this mess. I'm going to bed," Holly fumed as she stormed off. But the truth was, Holly did get worked up watching Brittney. Once back in her room Holly rubbed her clit to two orgasms while images of Brittney squirming in orgasm filled her head before she finally fell asleep.

Brittney remained in the chair and quietly sobbed. It took a long while before she recovered enough to pull herself out of her chair. She finally picked up the clutter in the living room and dragged herself to bed.

*****

Brittney tossed and turned, exhausted from her ordeal that evening but unable to sleep soundly. She couldn't believe what happened, what she had done in front of Holly and Billy. She didn't know how she could face them again after having had a screaming orgasm right in front of them. She was scared to get out of bed and face the wrath of her roommate again. She figured there was a good chance she'd be homeless before sunset. She needed to talk to the doctor, this just couldn't be normal. But throughout the night she did feel back to normal. No tingling, no crazy orgasm inducing spasms coming from her pussy. Maybe last night was just a temporary side effect. With that encouraging thought, she dozed off.




Clinical Trials Ch. 02



Brittney was jolted awake by a fire of arousal pulsing between her legs. It was mid morning. Within moments she was racing towards orgasm. "What the fuck?" she mumbled. The sensations continued. Rolling on her back, she pushed down her panties and kicked them off. She then spread her legs and parted her sex with her fingers. Finding her clit, she touched it gently, which sent overwhelming signals of lust to her head. She rubbed her little button harder and groaned, desperate to cum. She continued to furiously rub her clit, and soon was on a verge of a massive orgasm. But somehow the more she rubbed, the more elusive her orgasm became. Frustrated, she jammed two fingers into her wet hole and pounded them in and out. This brought her back to the edge again, and the squishy sounds of fingers pumping in and out of her sex filled the room. But still she couldn't find a way to go over the edge. Brittney cursed in frustration and began to rub her clit at the same time she fucked herself with her fingers. She was quickly becoming tired from the effort, but persisted. Even as she increased her efforts, though, he arousal level dropped from a 9 down to an 8, then 7, then 6.

"Damn it!" she shouted and dropped her head back down onto her pillow. Giving up, she removed her fingers from her sex and cursed again. Just then Holly pounded on her bedroom door. 

"Hey slut, time to get up. You've got chores to do," Holly shouted.

"What? Chores?" Brittney said to herself. "What do you mean?" she said a little louder.

"You can start with doing my laundry. Hurry up about it, I need some clean clothes," Holly responded.

Brittney slowly dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. By then her arousal level had leveled off at steady simmer, just high enough that she couldn't completely expel the erotic thoughts that kept popping into her head. She sat on the toilet and used a small mirror to examine her sex. "What the hell did that doctor do to me?" she asked herself. She spread herself open and touched herself. Again, it felt normal. She gave up trying to figure it out and decided to call the doctor today. Besides, she still needed the money, so maybe she could get paid for another visit. 

After washing up she found the basket of clothes sitting in the hallway. She sighed heavily at the unfairness of it, then grabbed the basket and headed to the laundry room. She dropped the basket next to the washing machine and began to sort through Holly's clothes. She added detergent to the washer and began to separate Holly's delicates. Holding a pair of Holly's lace thong underwear, she hesitated. A spasm radiated from her sex. She tried to toss the thong into the washer, but somehow it was still in her hand. She watched as if it wasn't her hand that slowly carried the thong toward her face. With it now inches from her nose she breathed in and got a light scent of Holly's sex. She could feel her own pussy begin to get wet again. She held the thong to her nose, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her other hand found its way into her own shorts and she rubbed the outside of her panties. Brittney groaned as she once again craved an orgasm. She rubbed harder, pressing her wet panties into her pussy. The image of Holly's face invaded her thoughts. She continued to rub, reaching the precipice but her orgasm eluded her.

She heard a noise and her eyes flew open, only to find Holly staring at her. She jumped back and tripped over the basket, falling to her knees. Speechless, she stared up and Holly in fear, the thong still dangling from her fingers.

"I can't believe you!" Holly shouted. "You can't even finish a simple task without your slut self taking over?"

Brittney scrambled to stand, but Holly quickly moved towards her and pinned her against the washing machine in the small room.

Looking down at Brittney, Holly felt a surge of anger course through her. This situation reminded her again how Brittney was a spoiled brat and needed to be put in her place. This was the perfect opportunity.

"So slut, you like to sniff my dirty panties? I've got another dirty pair for you to enjoy right here," she growled as she pointed between her legs. "Pull down my shorts, slut, and get a closer view," she commanded.

Brittney froze, staring straight ahead at Holly's tight stretch shorts. "She couldn't really be asking me to do this, could she?" And yet she couldn't look away and didn't try to get up. She fought with herself. "Why am I even considering this? What is wrong with me?" She sat there, frozen. She found herself wondering what sort of panties Holly was wearing under her shorts.

"Please, just let me up," Brittney begged weakly.

"No. Get to it, slut."

Brittney wished she didn't call her that. She wasn't a slut, she was just... She focused again on Holly's shorts. Her will was weakening. "Am I a slut?" she wondered. Slowly she reached up and grabbed the waistband, and then tugged them down Holly's smooth legs. Red silk hip hugger panties came into view. She'd never really noticed before how shapely Holly's legs were. Holly stepped out of her shorts, and then straddled her legs across Brittney. Her panties were now directly in front of Brittney's face, just inches away. Brittney stared, unblinking.

"Go ahead. You know you want to. Sniff these, slut."

Brittney's pussy was on fire. She licked her lips nervously. She was drawn forward even as she fought and tried to stop herself. Her nose came in contact with the slippery material. She could smell the fresh pungent odor. Brittney's body shook, though she wasn't sure whether it was from fear or lust. Her nose slid down and her lips pressed against Holly's panties. She placed her hands on Holly's calves to steady herself. She felt the soft skin under her fingers, and slid her hands slowly upwards.

A shiver went through Holly. What started as her wanting to punish and embarrass Brittney was now turning to desire as Brittney gently caressed the back of her thighs. She looked down at Brittney as she nuzzled her nose into her panties. Holly could feel her pussy getting wet.

"You slut," Holly growled. She then leaned forward and pinned Brittney's head between her sex and the washing machine. "Lick my panties," she ordered.

Brittney squirmed and quickly glanced up at Holly's face before darting the tip of her tongue against Holly's panties. 

"More."

No longer resisting, she pressed her tongue against the material covering Holly's clit, which elicited a groan from Holly. Brittney continued to lick as Holly ground against her. Holly's juices were now soaking into her panties, mixing with Brittney's saliva.

"Lick my cunt, slut," Holly demanded.

"Please don't make me do this," Brittney begged. But even as she said it Brittney slid her hands higher, squeezed Holly's ass, then grabbed her panties and pulled them slowly down. She now stared at Holly's bare and gaping sex. She hesitated, a feeling of panic rose once again. 

"Do it!"

She hesitated momentarily, but then drove her tongue inside Holly. Holly's juices coated her tongue and lips. Another wave of pre-orgasmic sensations jolted Brittney, shocking her with their intensity. She groaned into Holly's sex and grabbed Holly's ass and pulled her tightly against her mouth, her nose buried in the small strip of dark pubic hair. She began quickly flicking Holly's clit, which elicited a moan from Holly. 

"That's it, suck it!" Holly breathlessly demanded.

Brittney drew Holly's clit into her mouth and alternately sucked and flicked her tongue across it. Her need in her own pussy quickly skyrocketed and she began to desperately lick and suck Holly. Holly began to shake, grabbing the top of the washer for support. She continued to ride Brittney's tongue, cursing as she ordered Brittney to go faster. She finally screamed out as her orgasm hit her in waves. Brittney held fast to Holly's ass and continued to lick, unable to get enough of Holly's juices as they seeped from her pussy. Holly shuddered again as intense feelings continued to rock her. 

Holly eventually got too sensitive to handle Brittney's tongue on her clit. She stood back up and pushed Brittney away in disgust and anger. Brittney was panting from desire, her own pussy throbbing in need. But with Holly's desire now quenched, the realization of what just happened hit Holly. This was not at all what she had in mind for Brittney's punishment. She was angry with herself for letting this happen but there was no denying the intensity of her orgasm. She quickly fled the laundry room, telling Brittney to finish the laundry. Brittney was left horny and confused, Holly's cream still smeared across her lips and chin.



Clinical Trials Ch. 03



Brittney Banyard slumped down on the floor of the laundry room. Her head was dizzy from unfamiliar feelings, unable to process the fact that she had just licked her roommate Holly to orgasm. "I'm not a lesbian!" she argued with herself. Yet the evidence was smeared across her face, and as she licked her lips her own pussy again throbbed with need. "And what hell am I doing sniffing Holly's underwear in the first place?" she wondered. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Even now she had the urge to rub her own clit, and part of her wished that she could taste Holly's pussy again. "Stop it!" she scolded herself. 

She pushed those thoughts from her mind and got the laundry started. She resolved to take a shower and clean up, then contact Doctor Drake to see if she could cure her of whatever this was. She started to regret having signed up for this clinical trial, even if it did help pay the rent. 

In the shower, Brittney washed her hair as she thought back to the last visit to Dr. Drake at Biozene. Was it only yesterday? Unanswered questions swirled through her head. What was that gel she put down there? She tried to remember the doctor's explanation. Nano something or other. What was that? She realized that she didn't take any notes while she was there. She cursed at herself. "Some journalist I am, can't remember anything and I don't even have any notes on a story about Biozene that's due in less than a week. And now here I am, acting like a slut, constantly horny, and doing lewd things with my..." She stopped short, not wanting to think again about the nasty thing that happened with her roommate.

She retrieved the shower gel and washed her body, all the while on a low simmer of unfulfilled sexual tension. Angry at her body's betrayal, she impulsively thought, "Maybe I could just wash it off! I should have tried this earlier!" With renewed hope, she applied additional shower gel to her private area. Her fingers worked up a lather as she scrubbed away. Using the handheld shower sprayer she rinsed off. The jets of water pulsed against her clit and rocked her as her legs nearly gave way from the exquisite feelings that overtook her. "Fuck!" Brittney cried out and pulled the showerhead away. The sprayer had done its damage though, and she once again was craving relief. She pointed the sprayer between her legs once again.

She was soon racing towards a powerful orgasm. Her objective of washing off the mysterious gel now forgotten, Brittney slumped against the shower wall and spread her legs further. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!" she shouted over and over. The sensations were overwhelming and she was sure she was going to orgasm any second now.

But she didn't cum. Held at the peak, she couldn't get over the edge. She dialed the sprayer to the pulse setting, sending strong pulsing jets of water directly at her clit. She screamed again and thrust her hips out. But still she couldn't orgasm. "Oh god, please!" she begged to no one in particular. Her body shook in sexual need as the water continued to pound her clit.

After several more minutes of this and with the water starting to run cold, Brittney gave up, turned off the water and began to cry in frustration. "What is wrong with me?" she sobbed as she sat on the shower floor. Her body ached in need but she forced herself to not rub her pussy again. She eventually collected herself and stepped out of the shower. "I really need to talk to that freakin' doctor," she thought.

*****

Doctor Jennifer Drake got an alert on her computer. Clicking the pop-up, she was redirected to her patient X monitoring program. Scanning through the data, she was quite surprised at the high level of recent activity. "Whoah, what has she been up to?" she asked to no one in particular. The program was set to go into idle mode after completing the learning cycle. Her assistant Darnus Johnson was within earshot and responded.

"What's happening over there," he asked.

"Come look at this. We have some quite interesting results already from patient X." Darnus rolled his chair over and began to scan the charts on the screen.

"These peaks indicate her level of sexual arousal. These from yesterday were due to the program being set to learning mode. And this high peak appears to be when she was successfully induced to achieve orgasm. The peaks then died down. Now these," she said as she pointed to the more recent data points, "are from this morning. Apparently she's been pretty active already."

"Ah yes, I see. And they never go above this threshold line. So no orgasm, I assume that's part of your programming. But what is that blue spike?" Darnus asked.

"That's the biometric sensors in her lips sending signals to ramp up her arousal level," the doctor stated matter of factly.

"Wait, what? And what triggered them?" Darnus asked, confused.

"All part of the programming, Darnus. Yes, her lips are programmed as well, and why shouldn't they be? There are possibilities for using this technology on all sorts of things, including other erogenous zones. In this case her lips appear to have detected vaginal fluids. Quite interesting, don't you think?" Jennifer said as she grinned back at Darnus. "I'm guessing the patient had sexual contact with her roommate. I didn't anticipate this, so this feature wasn't set to idle after the learning routine completed like the rest of the programming was."

"You never cease to amaze me, doctor. Ok, so what about these other peaks?"

"Yes, I was just looking at those. It appears that she was masturbating, but of course still never crossing the threshold line."

"Mmhmm, pretty cruel. So what's next?" Darnus asked.

"We wait. I have no doubt she'll be contacting me..." Her voice trailed off as she began studying the charts more closely. "That's strange," she muttered.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing. Probably just need to calibrate the sensing biometrics," she replied as she looked up.

"Ok, well, just let me know when she's coming in again. I'd really like to examine how the material has adapted to her," Darnus stated as he went back to his own work.

"Mmhmm, I'm sure you would, Darnus," the doctor smirked.

The doctor turned back to her screen. Something didn't seem right. What were these signals right before the patient's arousal increased? "What are you doing, my little program?" she muttered under her breath as she opened up a window filled with lines of code. 

Programming nano material wasn't like normal computer programming. In a normal computer there is a single or possibly multiple microprocessors that more or less act together to execute instructions in a predictable manner. But with nanotechnology there are millions, or in patient X's case, approximately one billion nano devices inside her that were a carbon based material rather than of Silicon and were grown in the doctor's lab. Each of these acted on its own with very simple capabilities. But each of these individual nodes also talked to its local peers. Inside patient X there were two types of devices. About half were "thinking" devices and half were "performing" bots. In this way, the thinkers made decisions and passed along the commands to the performers. The thinkers were set up as a neural network, with each individual nano device responding to inputs and passing those inputs along to other nano devices. This went on through multiple layers of logic until the neural net came to a 'decision' and a command was given to the performers. The hundreds of millions of individual decisions made by each nano device were inherently difficult to monitor. A programmer could enter in a command and could see the result, but couldn't easily tell how the neural net reached that result. The learning mode played a heavy part in how the material behaved as well, so behavior was not just based on the programmer's inputs but also on the material "teaching" itself to recognize certain patterns based on general principles defined by the programmer. The problem facing Dr. Drake was that when unexpected results occurred, it was very difficult to tell why the neural net reached that result.

Unfortunately for Doctor Drake she wasn't an expert computer scientist so troubleshooting the root cause of the strange behavior she observed was doubly difficult. She completed some basic diagnostic tests that confirmed she was still in communication with the material. She decided to keep the program set to idle, as well as set to idle the nanomaterial in the patient's lips, to allow more time to define a baseline of normal activity before experimenting with more aggressive patient testing. 

Finally deciding the abnormality in the patient's arousal chart were nothing to worry about, she closed her laptop and headed to the board meeting. She hated this part of her job. And the board, which consisted of mostly older white men, tended to fill the meeting with pointless near sighted rants, and the meeting tended to drag on for hours. It was no wonder why she sometimes took matters into her own hands rather than wait for the board to approve. 

*****

After her shower, Brittney dressed and tended to the laundry. By now she was starving, so she headed to the kitchen where she found Holly.

"Just in time. Make me some lunch," Holly demanded.

After a meek "Ok," Brittney fixed both of them some lunch. They ate together in silence, neither wanting to acknowledge the events from this morning.

Finally, Holly spoke up. "There's a grocery list on the counter and some cash that you'll owe me since I expect you can't pay for your groceries either."

"Fine," Brittney grumbled.

A short while later at the grocery store, Brittney walked the aisles in a daze as she contemplated her predicament. She was completely broke and owed back payments of rent; she had Holly ordering her around and forcing her to all the household chores; she was forced to lick Holly to orgasm this morning; she was crazy horny all day today but try as she might she couldn't seem to orgasm; she had a massive orgasm against her will yesterday as Holly and her boyfriend Billy watched; she'd signed up for a clinical trial that she was having second thoughts about; she had a story to write for the Scottsdale Courier about Biozene and no material to write about, which threatened ending her journalism career before it started. All in all she was not having a good week, to say the least.

Not watching where she was going, she crashed her cart into another shopper's cart.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Brittney blurted out as she looked up. "Oh crap..."

"Well hello Brittney, it's been a while." David Connors, tall, athletic, and with a smug smile on his face was looking down at her.

"Umm, hi David. Good to see you," Brittney stammered. David had asked her out a couple of times. He was nice enough looking, but you could tell in his eyes and tone of voice that he was a conceited ass so she always turned him down. "Doing some shopping, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, just a couple things. You too, I see," he said as he moved closer to her and peered into her cart.

"Yeah, I hate grocery shopping. What have you been up to," she asked in a half hearted attempt to make small talk. She really just wanted to go home. But as David brushed up against her, her pussy once again made itself known to Brittney.

"Oh no," she whispered.

"What's that? Something wrong?" David asked as he leaned down closer to her face and put his hand on her back.

"No, umm, nothing," she replied as she gripped the cart handle harder. "Sorry, I, ahhh..." A strong wave of pleasure rolled through her pussy. "I need to go," she stammered as her knees weakened and she slumped against the cart.

Oblivious to her struggles, David asked, "Look, what are you doing this afternoon? You want to hook up?" David put a hand on her cart to keep her from speeding off.

"No, umm, I don't know. I really just need to get home." Her pussy contracted again. "Oh god!" she blurted out as she more desperately tried to free her cart from David's grasp.

"Are you sure you're ok? Maybe I should make sure you get home ok."

Nearly shaking from the sensations taking over her body, she agreed just to get out of there. Rushing to the checkout, her sex still on a heavy boil, she quickly dumped her items on the checkout stand. She avoided eye contact with the matronly woman behind the counter and quickly paid for her items. 

During the drive home the sexual tension subsided somewhat. After parking in the driveway she opened the trunk to grab the groceries and was startled to see David next to her, grabbing several of the bags. She vaguely remembered agreeing to his request to help her get home. He apparently had followed behind her in his car. She glanced behind her. A black BMW. "Figures," she thought.

"Here, I got these," he said.

Just wanting to get inside, she let him take the bags and led him to the kitchen. 

While she put the groceries away he didn't miss any opportunity to touch her. At one point she was putting the cereal away on the top shelf and he came up behind her and pinned her against the counter as he slid his hands up her sides. "You are so sexy, do you know that?" he whispered in her ear.

"Please, I need to get these put away!" she gasped as she squirmed away from him to put away more items. But her body was telling a different story. She was ramping up again, and every touch of his hands drove that point home. She didn't like this guy, but at the moment that mattered little to her body. She needed cock.

His hands were on her again, this time brushing across her small tits. She moaned and put her arm around him to steady herself. He took that as an invitation.

"Where's your room?" he asked.

"This way," she mumbled breathlessly as she led him there. Once in her room, his hands were all over her, quickly stripping her of her top and bra. He pinched her nipples and she cried out. She quickly kicked off her shorts and panties. He already had his shirt off, and she went to work removing his pants and underwear. She kneeled in front of him as she peeled his underwear down, exposing his rigid member. She felt some disappointment as she saw that it wasn't all that big. In her current state of desire, however, she didn't waste the opportunity and quickly took it deep into her mouth.

"Oh shit, babe, that's good!" a surprised David hissed and thrust forward. His cock now fully inside her mouth, it just reached the back of her throat.

Consumed with desire, Brittney began enthusiastically sucking and licking his cock. With one hand she reached up and grabbed his balls and none too gently squeezed them. David yelped and tried to pull back, but Brittney had a firm grip on him. 

"Damn, that hurts! Slow down!" he cried.

But Brittney couldn't hold back as she continued to bob her head frantically on his cock. The musky smell and slightly salty taste only excited her further. She moved her hand to the base of his shaft and began alternately sucking and stroking his saliva coated rod. She tasted a small drop of pre-cum, which elicited more tremors of pleasure from her pussy. She stroked his shaft faster.

"Whoa babe!" David shouted. He grabbed her hand away and was finally able to pull her off his cock before he shot his load. As tempting as it was to cum in her mouth, what he wanted even more was to fuck her. He pulled her up, then pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs and he quickly pointed his rod at her dripping cunt.

"Do it! Fuck me!" she hissed at him.

David buried himself inside her in one hard thrust. They both cried out. Brittney wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him tight against her. She felt her pussy contract and she moaned. David felt it too as his cock was squeezed tightly by her pussy and then released. A moment later David's eye flew open in surprise and shock as he felt her pussy began to rhythmically massage his cock. 

"Oh FUCK!" he shouted and he lay on top of her. "How are you doing that?"

Brittney was too far gone to respond. She ground her pelvis up against him, her legs never releasing him from their grip and he remained buried inside her. She cried out as her pussy continued to massage his cock. She had never felt anything like it. It wasn't her that was squeezing his cock, it was as if her pussy had a mind of its own and was actually happy that there was a cock inside it. Every contraction that massaged David's cock also sent exquisite pleasure through her own body. She once again raced towards a huge orgasm.

"Ahh, shit!" David screamed as he squirmed and rode out the amazing feelings. He quickly neared his own orgasm as his rod continued to be rhythmically massaged by Brittney's hot dripping pussy.

"Oh please! Just a little more!" Brittney begged as her whole body tensed and she teetered on the edge once again. 

Her pussy was too much for David, however, and his cock soon strained as he passed the point of no return. Brittney's pussy seemed to recognize this and began massaging his cock even more rapidly as Brittney thrashed and twisted from the intense feelings. Quickly driven over the edge, David's cock spurted jet after jet inside Brittney. Brittney could feel every pulse of his cock and every drop of his cum as it coated her insides before it began to leak out onto the sheets. Every drop resulted in continued torture as her pussy responded with an unrelenting need to cum that she couldn't quite achieve. She cried out in anguish and frustration as David lay panting on top of her. 

Her pussy eventually retreated from its peak as David's spent cock shrank and slipped out of her. He untangled himself from her, stood, and got dressed as she curled up on the bed.

"Wow, that was incredible! You have one smokin' hot pussy, that's for sure," David raved. "We need to do this again! Anyway, I need to get going, I'll call you later," he said as he strode out of her room. On the way out the front door he passed Holly, who had just arrived home.

Back in her room Brittney cried in frustration and anger. "How could I let that creep in here," she bemoaned. Still left horny and unfulfilled, she lay there for a while before she finally pulled herself together. Grabbing her cell phone, she dialed the number for Doctor Drake. The doctor's voicemail picked up.

"Shit!" she cursed. After the beep she sputtered, "Hi, umm, Doctor Drake. This is Brittney Banyard. I was at your office yesterday. I, umm, I was hoping to see you. Something isn't right with the treatment. It, ahh," she hesitated, embarrassed to say it. "I feel strange all the time, umm, down there... Umm, is there any way I can see you? Please call me back. Thanks." And she hung up.

"Damn it!" she cursed again. "Now what do I do?"

Brittney jumped as her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Miss Banyard, good afternoon. This is Ted Packard at the Courier. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Shit!" Brittney mouthed. "Umm, no sir, not at all. How can I help you?"

"It's about the BioZene story. I hope things are progressing well," he probed.

"Ummm," she replied nervously. "I'm working on it."

"Very good," he replied. "We're going to have to move up the timeline. It seems that one of their board members has been arrested for fraud. We want to use your story as our front page right away. We'll need you to come in at 9am tomorrow and show us what you have so far. Any concerns?"

Her head began to spin. What was she going to do now? "Ahh, no, umm, I can come in," she weakly replied.

"Excellent! I look forward to seeing you. And Brittney, remember, I don't like to be disappointed." 

"No sir, you won't be. See you tomorrow." She hung up. "Shit!" she shouted.

"Hey, what's going on in there?" Holly shouted from the other room.

"Nothing, just talking on the phone," Brittney yelled.

"Ok, whatever. Time to earn your keep and make some dinner," Holly shouted back.




Clinical Trials Ch. 03



******

As they sat down to eat, Holly looked over at Brittney.

"By the way, what's that stupid necklace thing you've been wearing?" Holly asked.

"Oh, umm, nothing. It's just a monitoring thingy. For a story I'm doing for the Courier," she replied.

"What kind of story requires wearing a monitor? It looks like some sort of house arrest device."

"Umm, I don't know, it just this story," Brittney nervously replied, not wanting to reveal the real reason to Holly. Thinking of an excuse to get away, Brittney said, "Oh, sorry, I think I need to get the laundry out of the dryer." Brittney abruptly got up and left the kitchen.

Holly was intrigued. Brittney was clearly hiding something. That collar didn't look right and she was determined to figure out what it was about. Although she hung out with simple guys like Billy, Holly was actually extremely smart. With a bachelor's in electrical engineering and a master's in computer science she had to be tough to work in what was still mostly a man's world. At work her department consisted of 8 guys, all white, all younger than 30, plus herself. She worked hard and she didn't take crap from anyone as she figured it was the only way to survive.

Later that evening as Brittney went to her room to try to come up with a basic story line for Mr. Packard, Holly began her investigation. She was familiar with house arrest monitoring devices (she had dated a guy once who had to wear one), so she started there. It didn't take her long to find a unique RF signal nearby, and guessed correctly that it was coming from Brittney's collar. She was surprised at the minimal security controls on the device, and was able to quickly tap into it and monitor traffic.

She captured the IP address and set up a recording program to capture all the I/O communication, which at the moment was very light. She next tried a couple methods to communicate with the device. Once again she was shocked at how easy it was to access it. Once in, however, she was confused by the structure of it. It wasn't like any devices she was familiar with. There was minimal information stored or processed on it, it seemed to be only an interface for something else. "But what?" she asked herself. She decided to download an image copy of everything stored on the device and analyze it later. Satisfied, she moved to her work laptop and began scanning through her e-mails.

******

Brittney slept fitfully and woke up tired the next morning. She stayed up late to work on a story outline for Mr. Packard, but knew what she had was sub-standard and that she was in trouble. She was angry that the doctor never called her back. She was also worried about the non-disclosure she signed at BioZene, which contributed to her weak story content as she tried to not include any details that she thought might violate it. And then there was this scandal that Mr. Packard mentioned. Was that going to hinder Dr. Drake from fixing whatever it was that was wrong with her? Meanwhile, she'd woken up several times in the middle of the night after experiencing vividly erotic dreams of being fucked by huge cocks. Each time she awoke she was left even hornier and more frustrated than before.

She arrived at the Courier offices promptly at 9am. She dressed mostly businesslike, though the skirt was probably a few inches shorter and the heels a little higher than appropriate. This wasn't completely accidental, on some level she hoped to gain some advantage by showing off her long legs. She was quickly ushered into Ted Packard's office and was startled to find another man there along with Ted. He was an older man with a head full of graying hair that made him look distinguished. He was in fit condition and exuded an air of confidence and power. 

"Good, just in time. Come in and close the door Miss Banyard," Ted ordered Brittney. "I'd like you to meet Paxton Caulder, the publisher of the Courier."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Caulder. It's Brittney," Brittney nervously mumbled as she shook his hand. Immediately a spasm jolted her pussy. She quickly pulled her hand away.

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Banyard. You can call me Pax. Please, have a seat," Paxton said in a faintly Australian accent as he pointed to one of the chairs. "Ted tells me you've got a lot of potential. I can't wait to see what you have for us."

Brittney quickly sat down and Paxton sat in the chair next to her. Ted moved behind his desk and sat in his chair. "Ok, let's get right to it. What do you have, Miss Banyard?"

"Well, umm, it's just an outline," she stuttered as she pulled the printout from her binder. "I was able to talk with Dr. Drake, and I should be able to talk to her again soon..." Brittney trailed off as Ted snatched the papers from her. After quickly scanning them, he silently handed them to Paxton. Pax took longer to read through them, and Brittney watched his face as she fidgeted nervously. Finally he handed the papers back to Ted.

"So is this all you have?" Paxton asked her. Brittney's stomach knotted up at the obvious disappointment in his voice. "Well sir, I haven't had much time to..."

"Ted, I thought you promised me something good. This is just crap, now isn't it?" Paxton said as he turned towards Ted.

Ted gave an angry glare at Brittney. "I'm sure she can do better. Can't you Miss Banyard?"

"Yes, of course. Please, give me another day. I'll talk to Dr. Drake," she begged.

"How can we believe you, Miss Banyard? So far you've only succeeded in disappointing us. Why should we give you another chance?" Ted asked her.

"Please, I'll do anything. Just give me a chance," she pleaded, shrinking under his stern stare.

"I'm not convinced, Miss Banyard," Ted replied.

"Please, just tell me what you want," she blurted out, nearly in tears. "I can't fail at this, I don't know what I'd do!"

Ted paused and a knowing glance passed between him and Paxton. 

"Stand up, Miss Banyard."

Brittney nervously stood, holding the back of the chair for support.

"Remove your blouse," Ted calmly ordered.

Brittney's eyes grew wide in shock. "What!!" she shrieked. "I'm sorry, you can't just tell me... we're in your office! Look, just give me a chance to improve the story!" She glanced down at Pax for help, but he showed no emotion as he stared back at her.

"If you want this story, you'll do as I say, Miss Banyard," Ted threatened.

"You can't be serious! I'm not like that!" She glanced over at the door and considered the option of just running away. Instead she just stood there, looking from Ted to Pax in hopes that one of them would come to their senses. Instead she sensed their lust as they stared back at her. This triggered an ache in her pussy, but for the moment her anger and indignation helped her to ignore the sensations.

"Hurry up, we don't have all day," Ted told her. Both men continued to stare at her. Pax's eyes moved down her body, admiring her long legs. She could feel her pussy quiver in response to the attention her body was getting.

"Please, don't make me," she begged. The bravery of her outburst had faded quickly.

"Make you? No, of course not. You are free to leave. But you're a smart girl, I suggest you consider your decision carefully and the impact it may have on your burgeoning career," Ted replied.

She glanced over at the door again, but knew that she wasn't going to run away. She was desperate for the work, and found herself submitting to the dominant will of these two men. She slowly lifted her hands to her buttons. "Umm, what are you going to do to me?" she meekly asked.

"I guess that all depends on how good of a girl you are," Ted replied.

Her hands shook at she worked open the buttons of her blouse and untucked it from her skirt. With her head down she slipped it off her shoulders and set it on the desk. 

"Now the bra," Ted ordered.

Red with embarrassment, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra and removed it. She stood there trembling as she covered her breasts with her hands. She glanced out the window behind Ted's desk that overlooked Scottsdale Boulevard and hoped nobody could see inside. Ted got up from his chair and moved around to lean against the front of the desk, directly in front of Brittney. 

"Now the skirt," he demanded.

"Please, no..." she whined. More than just a fear of being naked in front of them, she was also mortified that without her skirt they that they would see her damp panties and would discover how wet her pussy was. Ted just glared at her and Brittney finally relented, unzipping the side of her skirt and letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it awkwardly. She kept her head bowed and found she was looking at a large bulge in Ted's pants. A spasm rocked her pussy and she stifled a moan. Her lips tingled and she caught herself licking them. Pax stood from his chair and move around behind her, looking over her body. His focus settled on her firm ass. Brittney quickly glanced back at Pax just as his fingers softly traced her skin along the edge of her panties. A shiver went through her. Her eyes were drawn forward again when Ted unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper.

As he pushed down his pants, Brittney was shocked to be staring down at his exposed cock. It was so wrong, in plain view here in his office. As she continued to stare at it she noted that it was fatter than any cock she'd ever seen, but it wasn't very long. It only poked out about four inches past Ted's fat hairy stomach. 

She felt weak in the knees as she contemplated what was expected of her. Pax was now gripping her waist with both hands. Ted reached forward and pulled Brittney's head forward and down, causing her to bend at the waist while still standing with her legs straight. Brittney resisted. "Please, I can't..." she whimpered. Pax shifted his body suddenly, drew his hand back, and brought it swiftly against Brittney's ass with a loud smack.

"Ahhh!" Brittney jerked and cried out. Before she realized what happened, Pax sharply spanked her ass again. At the same time, Ted grabbed her more firmly and pulled her firmly down onto his cock. Smack! Smack! Pax continued to spank her. 

"Please, stop!" she cried. But even as she cried out and her ass turned red, her pussy throbbed in need. She was certain her panties were now visibly wet and Ted could see how turned on she was. Her face was now inches from Ted's cock, and almost of their own will her lips parted and wrapped around it. Ted pulled her forward until his whole shaft was buried in her mouth. Her jaw stretched open to accommodate the unusual thickness. She groaned around his shaft as her body continued to ramp up.

"Mmm, that's it. Suck it for me," Ted ordered.

Brittney tried her best though Pax continued to occasionally spank her ass, which caused her to teeter on her high heels. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, her fingers only reaching a little more than half way around it. Ted kept his grip on her head, however, which kept his cock firmly buried in her mouth. As disgusted as she was, her throbbing pussy once again overwhelmed her emotions. She increased her efforts to please Mr. Packard's cock, sliding her hand up and down as much as she could on the short cock while her nose was pressed against the fat folds of his belly. Giving Ted's cock her full attention, she didn't realize that Pax had pulled down her panties until she felt the head of his cock press against her wet opening. Unable to talk, she squealed in protest.

"Whoah, you wouldn't believe how wet she is!" Pax said to Ted. "She's literally dripping! She is one hot piece of ass, I'll give you that!" Not wasting any time, Pax slid the full length of his shaft deep into Brittney's sex in one motion. Brittney screamed in protest. At the same time her pussy contracted around his cock and her knees nearly gave out from the intensity of the feelings.

Once again her pussy's response was beyond her control. Pax's rod was longer than David's, filling her more fully than before. Her pussy rhythmically squeezed his shaft, sending feelings even deeper and more intense through her body. She cried out. Pax pulled back out, then rammed his rod back in, pushing her onto Ted's cock as her ass jiggled. Her juices dripped down her thighs as she contracted again and again around his cock. Her head spun as she was unwillingly held at the brink of orgasm yet again, her body roughly used by these two men.

"Damn, this is one amazing cunt!" Pax raved as he slammed his cock in and out. Brittney's knees weakened, and Pax grabbed her hips to hold her up. On and on it went, Pax pounded his long shaft into her while she sucked on Ted's cock and thrashed in unquenched desire.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Pax cried out. His rod squeezed even tighter by her pussy, Pax unloaded blast after blast inside her. He continued to thrust as his jism spilled down her leg and dripped all the way to her high heeled shoes. Moments later, Ted shouted out and filled Brittney's mouth with his load. Brittney swallowed some of it, more of it dripped down her chin. Finally released by the men, she fell to her knees trembling, reeking of her own as well as the men's sex.



Clinical Trials Ch. 04



Author's note:

My thanks again for your insightful feedback. Yes, chapter 3 may have jumped the gun a little. But I'll defend it for its place in building the plot and character motivations. On to chapter 4, which you should find is more on track with the first two chapters. And for the fans of Holly, be patient, she will be back in chapter 5. 

*****

"So I guess you've heard," Doctor Drake said angrily.

"Yeah, it was even on the news last night," Darnus responded dejectedly. "So what do we do now?"

"Well I tell you what, I'm not going to let that bonehead Stanley Peters get in our way. I knew he was trouble the minute he got appointed to the board. And now he's in jail and BioZene is being investigated by the Feds," the doctor spat out.

"Well, we can't do anything here at the office. They've pretty much shut down operations and the IRS is looking to seize our equipment. Looks like we are pretty much dead in the water," Darnus replied.

"What we need to do is prove our technology works, win some new investors, and move forward. And we have to act fast. If the court divides BioZene up and sells it off then all of our work will be for nothing," the doctor spat.

"Uh huh, sure. That sounds easy. Avoid the feds, perfect our product, find new investors. And I suppose you have a plan?"

"Well of course," Jennifer replied with a wry smile. "You don't think I'd trust our designs to be left exclusively in the hands of BioZene, do you? No, I told you I saw trouble brewing. I've siphoned off enough basic lab equipment, raw materials, and files to continue testing at my home. Step one is we need to pull in the schedule of clinical trials for patient X immediately."

"You amaze me again, Jennifer. Oh, speaking of patient X, how is the monitoring going?" Darnus asked.

"It's should be fine. I disabled all the programmed responses yesterday so she should be back to normal right now. But they've locked down the server so I can't check on her. The IP address to access the monitoring program was on the server."

"That sucks. I guess that was one thing that you didn't take home with you. And I assume the patient is still unable to orgasm?" Darnus asked.

"Well yes, there is that. But that can't get her into too much trouble," she smirked. "And that's just how we want her anyway as one of the tests we are performing. OK, the Feds want to question me in a few minutes. I'll call patient X and get her to my home this afternoon. Are you free to meet me there, say around 4? That should give me time to set up."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied.

*****

The cum began to dry on Brittney's legs as she kneeled in front Mr. Packard's desk with her head down. She wiped the cum off her chin with the back of her hand, and stared at the globs of cum that smeared there. Her pussy contracted and she caught herself before nearly being drawn to licking it off. She looked down at her breasts and saw more cum, and a flash of desire to suck his cock again spiked through her as she still ached with unfulfilled desire. She cursed herself for having such dirty thoughts. Paxton Caulder and Ted Packard, the publisher and the editor of the Scottsdale Courier, ignored her as they chatted about their next planned golf outing.

Brittney slowly stood and searched for her clothes. "Shit, where are my panties!" she wondered. Too afraid to ask the men and not wanting to be naked in front of them any longer, she turned her back to them and bent over to put her skirt back on without her panties. She cringed as she felt more cum ooze out of her pussy. She heard a cat call from behind her and flushed with embarrassment. Apparently they weren't completely ignoring her after all. "Damn it! Where's my bra?" she muttered.

Getting up the courage to ask, she turned to the men while covering her small breasts with her hands. "Umm, have you seen where my bra went to?" she meekly asked.

"Oh, I don't think a hot cunt like you needs to wear a bra. Besides, your little titties do just fine all by themselves," Ted responded lewdly.

Brittney's chin dropped in shock, unable to form a response. She needed her bra, she couldn't walk through the offices looking like this! "Please sir," she whispered.

"You'll get it back on your next visit, how's that? Seems fair, don't you think so Pax?" Ted replied.

"Very fair indeed," Pax responded with a grin.

Realizing she had no other options, she put her blouse back on over the drying cum on her chest and reluctantly headed towards the door. The smooth material teased her nipples as she walked, causing her nipples to harden.

Her hand on the doorknob, she heard Ted from behind her. "Hold on a minute, young lady."

Getting up from his desk, he walked up behind her and pressed his body against hers. He reached his hand around her and flipped up her short dress, his fingers finding their target. He pushed one, then two of his beefy fingers inside her pussy, easily slipping into her wet hole. Brittney groaned in desire and anguish. "When will this nightmare end?" she asked herself. Her body, with a mind of its own, pushed forward against the invading fingers.

"You are one sexy bitch, Miss Banyard," he whispered into her ear. "I think next time I just might sample this hot cunt of yours. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to feel my fat dick stretching you open, wouldn't you?"

Brittney's knees buckled and she put her hands on the door to hold herself up as his fingers delved deeper into her private area. "Please, no," she whimpered. But her pussy involuntarily squeezed around his fingers and she moaned as she ramped up again. She still needed to cum, and the last two days without release were starting to affect her reasoning. Maybe this time his fingers would be enough to get her over the edge. She moaned again and thrust herself harder against his fingers.

Ted chuckled at her actions. Brittney was distressed that she let Ted treat her this way, and even worse that she reacted like a common slut. She didn't stop, however, but continued to grind away against his fingers as she hovered at the brink of a massive orgasm. After a few moments Ted removed his fingers and Brittney whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. Ted held his fingers to her face. "Lick," he commanded.

Brittney stared in disgust at his wet fingers. "Please no, that's dirty," she choked. But he held them in front of her patiently and after a few moments she slowly opened her mouth and began to lick. Her pussy pulsed in need and she moaned as she sucked her own juices mixed with Pax's cum off his fingers.

"Yep, you are one hot bitch! I'd like to play with you longer, but sadly I have other pressing matters. Come back with the story Miss Banyard," Ted said as her removed his fingers from her mouth and wiped them on her blouse.

Completely humiliated by the way they treated her, she couldn't look either of them in the eyes. She dashed out the door and into the busy office, nearly toppling over as her high heels clattered on the floor. She shrieked as she realized her dress was still flipped up, exposing her sex. She pulled it down quickly as more people in the office turned to look at the commotion, and quickly made her way to the elevators. She pretended to ignore the stares from several men and women as she faced the elevator doors so no one could see her hard nipples that were visibly poking through her thin top. The reflection of herself in the shiny elevator doors was of a woman she could barely recognize. Her hair was messed up, her skin flush, and her clothes wouldn't be out of place on a streetwalker. She shivered at the knowledge that they were all staring at her while she waited.

The doors finally opened and she rushed inside. Thankfully the doors closed and she was alone. Her relief was short lived, however, as the elevator stopped one floor down and the doors opened. Two men and a woman were waiting to get in. They all took a double take when they saw Brittney. "Yuck, what is that smell?" the woman blurted out when she entered the elevator, but then quickly realized that it was the smell of sex. Brittney turned red with embarrassment and shrunk into the corner. Though less than a minute, the elevator ride to the first floor seemed to last hours while Brittney imagined what sort of whore they must think of her coming from the top floor of the offices. One of the men joked to his buddy, "Looks like Ted has himself a new one." The other man and woman chuckled at his joke. The doors finally opened and Brittney rushed past them and out the building to her car, ignoring the lewd comments she heard behind her.

*****

Brittney arrived home and cursed as she checked her phone, seeing that Doctor Drake had called her while she was with Mr. Packard. She quickly called her back.

"Doctor Drake," came the voice on the phone.

"Yes, umm, hi, Doctor Drake? This is Brittney, Brittney Banyard? You called me a little while ago?"

"Of course, hello Brittney. I trust things are going ok for you?"

"Well, umm, to tell you the truth, I was really hoping I could talk with you about, umm, what you did the other day..." Brittney trailed off.

"Excellent! I need to see you right away as well, so we'll kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. But we'll meet in a more private location, if that's ok."

"That would be good," Brittney replied, somewhat relieved to not have to visit BioZene again and risk more procedures by the doctor.

"Very good. You can come to my home at 4:30 this afternoon. I'll text you my address."

"Umm, ok," Brittney replied, surprised by the doctor's offer to visit her home. "I also need to ask you more questions about..."

The words were lost as the doctor had already abruptly hung up. "Shit, I'll never get this story," she lamented. A few moments later Brittney got a text with Dr. Drake's address. Still reeking from her encounter at the Courier office, Brittney headed off to take another shower and scrub off the memories of her morning.

*****

Brittney finished her shower and hung out in her room for most of the afternoon. By mid afternoon she was famished and decided she needed to eat something before she visited the doctor. Half way through eating her sandwich she was startled when Billy walked into the kitchen. 

"Oh hey Brittney, how's it going?" he brightly asked.

"Umm, fine I guess," she mumbled. "What are you doing here? Where's Holly?"

"Oh, she's still at work. Said she'd be home in a while. I'm just hanging out for the free cable TV," he joked.

"Oh," she nervously replied, realizing she was alone in the house with him. She hoped to quickly finish her sandwich and get out of there. But Billy pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.

"So, I just have to say, the other night in front of the TV? Man, that really was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I have to ask, was Holly right? Were you using a vibe?"

Brittney squirmed in her seat. This was not a conversation she wanted to have, and certainly not with Billy after what happened the other night. "Umm, no. Please, I don't want to talk about it, ok? I have an appointment in a little bit that I need to get ready for."

"Aww, come on, you can tell me. It'll be our secret. I've never seen anyone cum like that. I would give anything to see that again!" Bill inched closer and put his hand on her shoulder. Brittney squirmed, unable to ignore the jolt that emanated from her pussy.

"Please, don't," she pleaded as she tried to twist away from his hand.

"You are just so sexy, you know? I don't know why I never noticed it before," Billy said as his fingers slid down her back. A shiver went through Brittney.

"No, I'm not like that. Please, I just need to go," she said and stood up from her chair. Billy stood as well and grabbed her from behind.

"Come on babe, it'll be our secret. Tell me what gets you off like that. Maybe I can help you out." Billy kissed the back of her neck as his free hand slid up her bare thigh, pulling her dress up. Brittney squirmed, trying to free herself even as she felt the wetness grow between her legs. She felt his hard shaft pressing against her ass, and unconsciously ground herself against him.

"Mmm, yeah, that's it," Billy groaned. Encouraged, he slid his hand higher up her thigh until his fingers were pressed against her panties. Brittney continued to squirm to get free, but moaned as his fingers rubbed her sensitive button.

"Stop, please! This is wrong," she breathed.

"Oh babe, I just gotta see that hot girl from the other night!" Ignoring her pleas, Billy pulled her panties to the side and ran a finger the length of her slit. "Man, you are sooo unbelievably wet! You want it, don't you? Tell me you want it!"

"No, no! We can't!" she argued. But her pussy throbbed as his finger glided over her clit. Her attempt to avoid his finger only caused her to rub her ass against his hard member. Billy groaned. He stroked her clit faster, hanging tightly onto Brittney as helplessly squirmed. "Oh goddd, please, we can't..." she cried. She edged higher and higher, quickly reaching the peak as her juices coated Billy's fingers. It scared her how quickly her arousal peaked. She began to shake, stuck at the edge of an orgasm that wouldn't come. She wanted it, but hated it, brought to this vulnerable state by Billy of all people.

"Please, I can't take any more!" She begged. Giving in only for a moment, he let go of her but then spun her around to face her and pinned her in the corner against the counter.

"You want it, I can see it in your eyes." Billy reached down and unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He pushed his boxers down and Brittney's eyes were drawn down to look at his manhood. Her pussy responded, leaking more fluids as it contracted in anticipation. "Stroke it," Billy commanded.

"This is wrong!" she cried. But unable to resist the demands of her body, Brittney wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the softness of his skin in contrast to the hardness of his shaft. She slowly stroked up and down.

"Oh yeah, that feels good," Billy moaned. She continued to run her fingers along his cock, transfixed. She watched her hand and noted how her fingers didn't quick reach all the way around his shaft. Moments later she felt him push her downward. "Go ahead, suck it!" he demanded. No longer considering the consequences, she slowly dropped to her knees. His cock bobbed in front of her face. From this position his rod looked menacingly big, and she feared she couldn't take much of it in her mouth.

She wavered. "What the hell am I doing?" She anguished. "This is wrong, Holly would kill me!" Her pussy was on fire, however, and the pent up sexual need drove her actions. Billy again ordered her to suck it. She leaned forward and licked the tip. His cock jumped in response. She opened her mouth and took the head inside, circling her tongue around it. Billy groaned and Brittney's pussy rewarded her by leaking more juices. She reached down and rubbed her clit through her wet panties. She took his cock deeper into her mouth and sucked harder. She tasted him, and it drove her arousal even higher. Her fingers worked harder on her clit, taking her to the peak once again. She moaned around his cock. Billy pushed forward, pinning Brittney's head against the cabinet. She panicked as his rod went deeper into her mouth, cutting off her breathing and she weakly pushed back on his hips with her other hand. At the same time she pulled her panties aside and drove two fingers into her sex, badly needing to cum. Her pussy rewarded her, sending shivers though her body. She pushed a third finger inside herself. She was no longer aware of Billy, it was just her, a big hard cock that was threatening to push down her throat, and her pulsating pussy. She sucked harder and was rewarded by the taste of pre-cum.

Suddenly the big hard cock wasn't in her mouth anymore. "Shit! Holly's home! Get up!" Billy whispered as he suddenly backed away in panic. He scrambled to pull up his boxers and shorts over his bulging cock. Brittney just kneeled there in confusion, trying to catch her breath and understand what he just said. "Get up!" he desperately whispered again. Slowly coming to, she shrieked and pulled herself up just as Holly walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, what's up?" Holly asked. Something looked out of place to her and she eyed them suspiciously. Brittney turned away and wiped the drool off her chin, hoping Holly didn't notice her flushed skin or the smell of sex that filled the kitchen.

"Not much, I was just finishing lunch," Brittney croaked. "I, umm, I need to go, I have an appointment in a little bit," she said as she rushed out of the kitchen. Holly glared at her as she left.

"You fucking asshole!" Holly growled at Billy after Brittney left the room.

"What? What's eating you?" Billy asked.

"Don't give me that innocent act. You put the moves on her, didn't you? Don't lie to me, I can see right through that shit."

"Nothing happened! We were just talking," Billy tried to explain.

"Bullshit! She was clearly a bitch in heat, and you with your cock tenting your shorts," she said as she reached down and grabbed his manhood. Billy squealed and pulled away.

"Alright, so what if I did. Man, she is just a nympho lately. She's just... irresistable..." Billy confessed.

"Fuck you! I don't know why I bother with you."

"Well, I'd say it's because you can't get enough of my big mister happy," Billy said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah right. Don't get all full of yourself, you aren't all that good," she responded. "Ok, whatever. I've got some things to do. Make yourself useful and order us a pizza." Holly left him in the kitchen and went off to work at her desk in the office. She half expected this sort of behavior from Billy, and he wasn't too far off the mark that she kept him around for his big cock. But this was one more strike against Brittney, and revenge was on her mind.

*****

Brittney arrived at Doctor Drake's house a few minutes late after being held up at the guard station of the gated upper class community. She nervously approached the ornate front door and rang the bell. As she waited she got a whiff of her fingers and realized she hadn't washed up after her quick exit from the kitchen. She cursed herself as she felt the wetness of her panties pressed against her sex as well. "I know she doesn't care much for me, but what's the doctor going to think of me if she sees me like this?" she wondered. Just when panic started to rise and she considering fleeing, the door opened and the doctor ushered her in. 

"You're late. This way Miss Banyard, I've set up for us in the exercise room," she said as she led the way, not waiting for a response or even looking back to see if Brittney followed. They passed through the luxuriously appointed home and entered the well equipped workout room. Brittney took note of the wide variety of expensive looking equipment and wondered why this was where the doctor wanted to meet. What caught her eye next was the gold stripper pole. And then she realized there were actually two stripper poles about four feet apart.

Doctor Drake caught the direction of her eyes and smiled. "It's a great workout," she said matter of factly. "Ok Miss Banyard, you wanted to talk to me. What seems to be the problem?"

She hadn't thought about what to say when she saw the doctor again. She just wanted to be back to normal. But she also remembered Mr. Packard's words about getting the story. Right now that seemed light years away from happening. "I, umm, well, it's what you did the other day. It seems like something is wrong," Brittney stammered.

"Wrong? You'll have to be more specific."

"I, umm, I was hoping you could just undo it," Brittney said, too embarrassed to vocalize what she'd been going through.




Clinical Trials Ch. 04



"Undo it? Silly girl, I explained this to you before the procedure. The changes are permanent. Tell me, why would you want to undo it after just two days?" the doctor asked.

"I feel, umm, I'm always..." Brittney still couldn't say the words, couldn't say that she was horny all the time or that her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own. Doctor Drake stared at her for a moment, Brittney looked down at her feet, embarrassed.

"Well, for a journalist you sure seem at a loss for words every time I see you. How about if I just examine you? Maybe that would ease your mind," the doctor stated. In reality she just wanted to move forward and was quickly getting tired of Brittney's shy submissive behavior.

"Umm, yes, I guess so," Brittney replied. The doctor's insult hurt, but she was weighing the other thing the doctor said. Did the doctor tell her before that the changes were permanent? She didn't recall. Another panic ran through her at the thought of these feelings continuing forever. There had to be a way to stop them.

"Very well. Undress please and stand between the two poles," the doctor commanded.

"Here? But, isn't there a better place?" Brittney asked.

"Nonsense! Hurry up about it or I'll just send you home."

Brittney walked over to the poles and began undressing, laying her clothes on a nearby bench. She didn't want to anger the doctor; she was her only hope for fixing whatever was wrong with her. Once naked, Brittney stood nervously with her hands covering her breasts. Doctor Drake was doing something at the table at the far end of the room. She strode over to Brittney with some items in her hands. 

"Arms out to your sides," she commanded. Brittney reluctantly spread her arms out. Doctor Drake wrapped a cuff around her right wrist. 

"What are you doing? What's that for?" Brittney asked as she tried to pull away. The doctor held her firmly, pulled the cuff up and quickly fastened it to a rope that was attached to a hook on the stripper pole about 7 feet off the floor. Before Brittney could react, the doctor pulled the slack out of the rope and Brittney's arm was pulled up over her head.

"Hey! Please, don't! You can't do this!" Brittney argued. The doctor ignored her and grabbed Brittney's other wrist and attached the cuff as Brittney squirmed and tried to get free. The doctor was too strong, and with one hand already secured Brittney had little leverage to fight off the doctor. Brittney soon found herself with each arm pulled tight above her head and stretched out to each of the poles. The doctor finally spoke.

"Quit your struggling, Miss Banyard. You want me to examine you, then this is how it's going to be. It won't do you any good to struggle anyway. Now quit your whining and we'll get on with it."

"No, please! What kind of examination needs me like this? You can't do this! Just let me go!" Brittney begged as she twisted and tugged at the ropes. Doctor Drake again ignored her pleas and retrieved another set of cuffs. Brittney looked wide eyed when she saw them. "No! Stop, please! This isn't right!"

The doctor easily captured Brittney's ankles one at a time and secured the cuffs around them. She fastened them to hooks near the bottom of the poles and pulled the ropes, forcing Brittney to spread her legs. With her arms already drawn tight above her head, Brittney had to get up on her tip toes to relieve the tension in her arms and shoulders. 

"There we go, all set," the doctor stated as she stood back and examined Brittney's bonds.

"Please, just let me go! Why are you doing this?" Brittney whimpered.

"Why? Well because you signed up for it, that's why. You agreed to the terms of the clinical trial, which basically allows me to do whatever I want to you. Oh, and don't worry, you'll get your $200 for the visit today," Doctor Drake chided.

"But... this can't be... I didn't..." Brittney stammered.

"It is, and you did, so get used to it. Now, first things first." 

From behind her Brittney heard a noise. Shock set in as she realized they weren't alone. She twisted her head to look, and cried out as she saw a large athletic black man stride into the room. To her horror her pussy contracted as he approached and she groaned in agony at this stranger seeing her tied up and naked.

"Miss Banyard, I'd like you to meet my assistant, Mr. Johnson," Doctor Drake said to Brittney.

"Hello Miss Banyard," Darnus said in a deep voice. Brittney was too horrified to respond. 

"Mr. Johnson is going to assist us today, I hope you don't mind." Brittney's fleeting thought that maybe this man would rescue her disappeared when she saw Darnus donning some latest gloves.

Brittney looked on in fear as the doctor brought over a bottle filled with a clear liquid. "Don't worry girl, this won't hurt a bit," the doctor smiled. She proceeded to squirt small amounts of the liquid into Darnus's large hands. He began by rubbing he gel into Brittney's arms and worked his way down. The liquid cooled Brittney's skin and she shivered as it was applied to her neck and back as Dr. Drake watched Darnus's work attentively. After a few moments her skin began to tingle, now a familiar feeling to her. 

Darnus continued to work, applying the liquid to Brittney's ass and then to her legs. The gel quickly dried, leaving behind a noticeable glow to her skin. All the while Brittney's arousal was ramping up as his strong hands massaged every part of her body. Finished behind her, Darnus moved around to the front of Brittney.

"Please, no more," she begged.

"Silly girl, we can't just do the back of you! Now be still while he finishes this step." More gel was applied. Darnus rubbed it into Brittney's small breasts, which caused her nipples hardened and then start to tingle. Brittney suppressed a groan. Moving downward, the gel was applied to her stomach. Brittney squirmed, knowing that her sex was the next target.

"Be still, you don't want this to go in the wrong places!" he warned. Brittney did her best as he carefully applied the gel to the outer lips of her vagina. Her face flushed with embarrassment as this strange man manipulated her most private area. More tingling, and Brittney could feel her arousal seeping from her pussy. She wasn't sure if it this was due to the gel or from being manhandled by this black Adonis, but either way she was mortified that he might notice how aroused she was becoming. He didn't give any indication, however, and finally moved on to her legs. Finishing up, he stood and removed the gloves.

"Now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" the doctor stated. "You are going to love it. Your skin will be forever soft and glowing, and perfectly smooth. This formulation prevents hair growth, so you'll be smooth as a baby from now on. I chose a color that I think works well on you, so you'll always have a nice permanent tan even if you don't get any sun. But time is short, so let's move on to step two, shall we?" Brittney tugged on the ropes again as she shook her head. She tried to look at her skin but this position didn't allow her much of a view. "Aww, come on, this is exciting! You are getting the makeover of a lifetime! Perfect skin, full lips... We could even enhance your breasts, though not today, sadly. No, we have some finer details to work on today. Don't go away, ok?" the doctor asked playfully. Brittney glared at her but said nothing. She was finally realizing that this doctor was going way beyond any ethical clinical trial, and possibly wasn't quite right in the head. She feared what was coming, but had no way to stop it. She glanced over to Darnus for sympathy, but looking at him only made her pussy throb with desire. She saw a large bulge in his pants, and for fleeting moment was excited that it was her that was causing this reaction in him. But she quickly admonished herself for such thoughts. 

A moment later the doctor returned with two small vials of liquid and two brushes that looked like artists paint brushes. "Ok my dear, I again suggest you stay very still. We really don't want this one going to the wrong places," the doctor warned. With that ominous comment she opened the first vial and dipped the brush into the translucent gel as Darnus stood back and looked on. "This might sting a little, it's a bit more potent than the skin gel," she commented, and then proceeded to apply it to Brittney's nipples, carefully covering both the nipple and the areola. Brittney's nipples immediately began to tingle and harden, and a moment later they began to sting. Brittney cried out as it felt like her nipples were growing larger and larger, and they began to ache from being so hard as they poked out from her small tits. The ache soon sent signals that emanated from her nipples and radiated to her pussy. "Please, make it stop," she cried.

"Hmm, how is that feeling? Not too painful, is it?" The first vial now empty, doctor used the brush to tickle her nipples, which caused them to harden even more and caused Brittney to squirm in her bindings. "Feels good, doesn't it? This treatment will increase the size and sensitivity of your nipples. Don't you just love how the brush feels?" 

"No! I don't like it!" she wailed, even as her arousal level jumped higher. Doctor Drake continued to tease her nipples and watch Brittney's reaction. After a minute of this she put down the brush and roughly squeezed both nipples. Brittney cried out at the pain, but it quickly turned to exquisite pleasure. She thrust her hips forward as she neared orgasm. "Oh goddd," she moaned, not understanding why this was affecting her this way. She looked up and saw Darnus watching her intently. This somehow drove her arousal even higher, and she locked eyes with his and groaned in need. The doctor leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Mmm, yes, he's quite a man, isn't he. I wonder what it would feel like if he sucked on these big nipples right now... I wonder if he could make you cum just from doing that? What would you do in exchange for that, hmmm? Would you suck his big cock? Or what if I told you to crawl to me and lick my pretty pussy? Would you do that for a chance to cum?"

Brittney was feeling dizzy and shook her head to clear it of the images the evil doctor was feeding to her. "No..." was all that squeaked out of her mouth, but the image of cumming while Mr. Johnson sucked on her ultra sensitive nipples wouldn't fade. Even worse, the idea of being forced to lick the doctor's sex was even more arousing. She never had fantasies of being a submissive, and certainly didn't have lesbian fantasies. But now... now they twisted deep into her psyche and wouldn't let go.

"Ok, enough of that, it looks like the nipple sensitivity gel is working properly," the doctor stated clinically as she released Brittney's nipples. Brittney collapsed in her restraints, the spell of looking at Darnus temporarily broken. "Ok, this next step is a little trickier. I'll need some additional restraints to keep you still." Darnus retrieved a PVC pipe about four inches in diameter and longer than the distance between the two stripper poles. They inserted this behind Brittney, in front of the two poles and behind Brittney's ass, and secured it to each of the poles. This had the effect of pushing Brittney's hips forward, and since she was already held tight with the cuffs and ropes she was now nearly immobile with her sex lewdly thrust out in front of her. As a final precaution, the doctor took a wide strap and wrapped it in front of Brittney at her hips and secured around the pipe. She now couldn't pull away and couldn't move side to side either.

Brittney grunted at the increased tension on her body as she tried to keep her toes on the ground. "Please!" Brittney begged. "No more, I can't take it!"

"Shh, just relax and I'll take care of you," the doctor consoled her. But by now Brittney lost all trust in the doctor and her words did nothing to ease Brittney's fears. She looked on fearfully as the doctor placed a small stool in front of Brittney and sat down. Pulling out the second vial and another small brush, she dipped the brush in the gel. With her other hand she spread open Brittney's sex and exposed her small clit. "Oh my, someone is very wet down here! I wonder why?" the doctor taunted. "And you have a nicely formed clit. But of course it can be improved upon," she gleefully noted.

Try as she might, Brittney couldn't move away from the brush. She felt the cool gel contact her clit and waited in dread for the tingling sensations to start. Sure enough, after only a few moments her clit was on fire. The doctor continued applying more coats of the gel, which quickly absorbed into her clit. Brittney whimpered with each stroke of the brush, straining uselessly to get away. On and on it went until the vial was completely empty. The doctor finally removed her fingers and leaned back to examine her work. Even without spreading her pussy lips Brittney's enlarged clit was clearly visible as it pushed outward, now noticeably bigger than it was before.

"Ok, let's see how well this worked," the doctor stated. She began lightly flicking the brush across Brittney's clit.

Within moments Brittney was crying out. "Oh my god, please! It's too much!!!" Her body shook from the intense desire to orgasm that coursed through every fiber of her body. But instead of crashing over in orgasm, she was held at the very brink of both agony and ecstasy.

"Now Miss Banyard, I have some questions for you," the doctor calmly stated as she continued to occasionally tickle Brittney's clit. "I suggest you pay attention."

"What? Please, what do you want from me? Please just stop, I can't think!" 

"I'll stop when I have the answers that I need. I need some details about what you have been feeling, and it appears that you need some motivation before you'll open up and tell me. Now, first question. When was the last time you orgasmed?"

"What? I, ahhhh..." Brittney wailed as a pre-orgasm contraction tore through her. "It was, umm, that first night, after... after the first treatment," she managed to say.

"Very good. And what were you doing at that time? Were you masturbating?"

"No! It just happened, I couldn't stop it. I was just..." Brittney hesitated.

"Just what? Tell me, and don't even try to lie to me."

"I was watching TV with..." Brittney's body shook as the doctor continued to flick the brush over her clit. She didn't want to tell the doctor, but she couldn't take much more. "It was while my roommate and her boyfriend were watching," she blurted out. "Please, I can't take any more!"

Doctor Drake nearly broke out into a grin at her response, thinking of poor Brittney's discomfort of having an orgasm in front of others. Knowing she shouldn't be enjoying this quite so much, she held back her feelings and said, "Not so fast. I have some more questions." Doctor Drake needed to fill in the blanks from when she last was able to monitor Brittney. And there was that troubling signal she saw in Brittney's arousal chart. She wanted an explanation of the cause to make sure the programming wasn't flawed. "When was the last time you had sex?"

"Umm..." Brittney tried to think through the haze of arousal. All her encounters over the last couple days were becoming a blur. "It was this morning," she finally hoarsly replied. "With... ahhh! With Mister Packard, and, uhhh, Pax something or other." Brittney glanced over at Darnus, sure that he now saw how big a slut she was for having sex with two men, and she barely even knew one of their names. Yet her shame did nothing to suppress the savage desire that emanated from every part of her body. 

Now the doctor was surprised. She didn't take Brittney for such a slut or for the type that would fuck to get a job. This was worrisome. The programming shouldn't be causing this. Had the doctor misjudged her? "Was that the only time since I saw you last?"

"Please, don't make me say it!" Brittney begged. Another contraction ripped through her. Her pussy ached from the constant need. "No, it wasn't!" she stammered. "I had sex with a guy yesterday!"

"A guy? You said you didn't have a boyfriend, so who was this guy?"

"He was... oh god, oh god..." Brittney wailed. "He's just this guy I know, I saw him at the grocery store," she blurted out.

"Interesting. Anyone else?" the doctor probed, even more concerned now.

"I, umm, please, it's too embarrassing!" Her pussy was constantly leaking now, dripping down her thighs. Her need to cum was too much, she felt like her mind was slipping away. She no longer considered what they thought of her, the words just flowed out of her. "I had sex with my roommate Holly! Please, it's not my fault! She made me lick her, I couldn't stop! I don't even like women. You have to undo this! I get aroused just by standing next to people! My... like my vagina has a mind of its own. Please, just make it stop!" she cried.

Stunned, the doctor leaned back and dropped the brush on the floor. It didn't make sense, the nanomaterial programming was set to idle, it shouldn't have been doing any higher level activity like she described. Brittney was saying that the material was ramping her arousal levels all on its own. Something was wrong. "Damn it," she thought. "If they hadn't shut down the servers I could have been monitoring this!" Now she was flying blind. Even the new nanomaterial she applied today had its basic programming set, but she wouldn't be able to send new instructions or monitor Brittney's status without the IP address. She needed time to think. She looked at Brittney, whose eyes were glassed over as she continued to roll her hips the small amount that her restraints allowed.

"Untie her," she ordered Darnus.



Clinical Trials Ch. 05



Released from the tight bindings in Dr. Jennifer Drake's exercise room, Brittney Banyard collapsed on the floor as the doctor and Darnus Johnson went out to the adjacent room to talk privately. Brittney was covered in a sheen of sweat and her thighs were slick with her own juices. She put her hands to her breasts to try to ease the ache from her nipples having been hard for so long. In doing so she was dismayed at how big her nipples felt, though in reality when not erect her nipples were on the larger side but not excessively big. Her clit still throbbed as well, but she was afraid to even look at it right now. Without the energy to get up, she sat with her head down while her breathing steadied, fearing what they would do to her next. She didn't understand why the doctor so suddenly stopped and had Mr. Johnson release her, but something seemed to upset the doctor. The thought that something had gone wrong with her treatment certainly didn't ease Brittney's fears either. However, she detachedly noted how clear and smooth her skin was on her legs. She rubbed her arms and shoulders to get some life in them after being held over her head for so long. She noticed how smooth her skin felt, and looking at her arms, noted that they were completely hairless, and not a freckle or blemish was to be seen. "Well, that's new," she mumbled to herself sarcastically. Her senses slowly came back into focus as her arousal gradually waned.

In the other room, Darnus was angry. "What the hell sort of programming did you put into her? This was supposed to be a treatment for sexual dysfunction! It looks like you've created a nymphomaniac! Now what do we do with her?"

"Shhh, calm down! I'll take care of it!" the doctor replied.

"Oh, and how will you manage that? You have no access to the programming! And we just added more programmable nanomaterial into her! And you knew, didn't you? You saw something in her monitoring the other day and still you wanted to move forward. How was this a wise decision?" Darnus questioned.

"I'll take care of it! I'll get access! Besides, she's fine, just a bit over-sexed."

"Oh, is that what you call it? You heard her. She's fucking every person she meets!" Darnus took a deep breath to calm himself. He was angry at the doctor, but also angry at himself for going along with it. If they were to get caught he'd be right there with her in front of the firing squad. Or even worse, they'd probably profile him as a black man taking advantage of a young white woman. But he saw no way to back out, so it looked like they had to play it through to the end. "Alright, so how soon can you get access to the programming? And once you do, what's your plan to correct this?"

"I'll talk to the feds tomorrow, tell them that there's critical time sensitive experiments that I need to review. I just need 15 minutes, all I need is the IP address, I can do the rest from here. They can even watch me, they won't suspect a thing. In the mean time, we send her home. I'll tell her she should stay home til I contact her tomorrow. We pay her for today so she's still part of the clinical trial and still bound to the agreement she signed."

"Fine, though it seems risky. What's to say she doesn't say to hell with that agreement and go to the police? You'd better do a stellar job of convincing her that everything is under control, and win back her trust. But I guess we don't have many options, we can't hold her, we don't want to add kidnapping to our growing list of offenses. Ok, so how do you fix the programming?" Darnus asked.

"I'll do a root level reset, which should wipe out all but the base functions. Then I can kick off a new learning cycle with some modified parameters. By this time tomorrow we'll have full control of the experiment again," she stated more confidently than she felt.

"Fine. Your plan better work," he responded, still leery. "Ok, I'm going to get out of here, you can finish up with her. Probably don't need me triggering her arousal button again."

"Oh, get over yourself!" Jennifer ribbed Darnus. He feigned a big smile and headed out.

Back in the exercise room Doctor Drake dropped a stack of bills totaling $200 on top of Brittney's clothes.

"Get dressed, Miss Banyard. We're done for today. I'd like to thank for your participation, and I will be contacting you tomorrow for a follow-up. You are available, aren't you?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, tomorrow is Saturday, right? I guess so," she responded. She rushed to put on her clothes, wanting to get out of there and wanting a hot shower to cleanse her of this visit.

As she was dressing, the doctor was watching her. "I must say, your skin turned out amazingly well. I know you are going to love it for many years to come. Oh, and did I tell you? You have a much higher resistance to sunburn."

"Umm, thank you," Brittney replied shyly as she looked at her arms again. The doctor was right, her skin had never looked better than it did now. She shook her head. "Don't be thanking her, you dope," she admonished herself. "She just violated you in every way possible, and you tell her thanks?"

*****

Once back home, Brittney headed towards her room and a shower. Before she got there, however, she was intercepted by Holly. "Shit, now what?" she thought.

"Oh, hi Holly. Umm, here," she said as she dug the $200 from her purse and handed it to her. "I know I'm still short, I'm trying."

"Thanks! I appreciate that." Holly said cheerfully as she took the money.

Brittney tried to go to her room, confused by Holly's civil response when she was expecting to get yelled at again. But Holly stopped her again.

"Hey, so I know I've been a bitch lately. I want to make up for it. Why don't we go out tonight and have some fun? It'll be my treat," Holly said.

"Umm, I don't know, I'm sort of beat, and I need a shower..."

"Nonsense, I'm not taking no for an answer. You go take a shower and dress up nice and we'll have some fun. You know you need it."

Brittney didn't want to offend her or make her mad again, so she reluctantly agreed.

"Perfect. Like I said, wear something nice. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, Billy's going to come along as well. Now hurry up, it's almost 7 already."

Brittney flushed at the idea of being close to Billy again, remembering how his big cock filled her mouth this afternoon. Holly didn't appear to be suspicious, though, which was a relief. Brittney hurried off to take a shower, once again needing to wash off the smell of sex.

*****

Brittney wasn't sure what Holly meant by dressing nice. She ended up choosing a short pleated peach colored skirt and a button up white top. Holly knocked and then entered Brittney's room as she was just finished dressing. 

"Mmm, that looks good on you, Brittney," Holly said excitedly. "You need some nice high heels to finish it off. You never know, there might be some cute guys where we are going."

"Oh, umm, ok. Where are we going?" Brittney asked.

"It's a surprise! Now hurry up, we need to get moving," Holly responded. "Oh, and my friend Tracie is coming along as well. You'll like her, she's a lot of fun."

The three of them climbed into Holly's car, Holly driving, Billy in the passenger seat, and Brittney in the back behind Holly. As they drove Billy stole glances back at Brittney, while Brittney purposely avoided looking his direction. A short distance later they stopped in front of Tracie's house and Tracie climbed in next to Brittney.

"Well hi Brittney, so nice to meet you! I'm Tracie." Tracie said in an over the top Georgia twang. "We are going to have some fun tonight!" 

"Hi Tracie, nice to meet you," Brittney replied.

"Oh come on, you don't sound excited! But maybe you are nervous, I was nervous the first time I..."

"Tracie!" Holly shouted from the front. "It's a surprise, remember?"

"Shit, sorry. Well, anyway, you need to loosen up, Brittney. Here, I brought just the thing," Tracie said as she pulled a flask out of her purse. "It's peach schnapps! Try it, it's the best thing!" she said as she pushed the flask into Brittney's hand.

"Peach, how ironic," Brittney thought as she took the flask.

"Haha, I get it! Because of my accent!" Tracie beamed. "Yep, Georgia, born and raised. I graduated from Embry, and I'm a Delta Omega girl!" she said proudly. "Some crazy shit going on back there. Come on, drink up. It's good, trust me," Tracie said.

Brittney reluctantly lifted the flask to her lips and took a small sip. 

"See? Good, huh? Go on, have some more," Tracie urged.

"Umm, ok, it's pretty good," Brittney admitted. She took bigger sip. 

"There you go! You're such a sweetheart, I just know we're going to have fun tonight!" Tracie said playfully as she looked over Brittney. "My, you do have the most beautiful skin I've ever seen! You are so lucky," Tracie said as she ran her finger along Brittney's arm. "And your legs! The guys are going to be falling all over you!" 

Tracie ran her manicured fingernail lightly over Brittney's bare knee and slid it up her exposed thigh. Brittney pulled away. The soft touch was having an effect on her, though, and she squirmed in her seat. She took another swig of the schnapps to distract herself from the all too familiar feelings brewing between her legs.

Tracie continued to make small talk with Brittney during the twenty minute ride. Tracie didn't miss a chance to touch Brittney; put her hand on Brittney's shoulder and gently squeeze; let her bare leg brush up against Brittney's leg; cross her legs and let her high heel brush against Brittney's calf. By the time they arrived a fire had started in Brittney's sex and she had a buzz going from the alcohol. In her distracted state she didn't notice that the car had stopped in a parking lot.

"Come on, let's go," Holly ordered as she opened the back door of the car for Brittney. Brittney stumbled out and Tracie quickly came around and put her arm around Brittney to keep her steady. Holly and Tracie hurried her inside and Brittney didn't even notice where they were.

"They found a table for four and they all sat down except Tracie. "I've got to go get ready. I'll see you soon," Tracie said as she headed off.

Finally taking in her surroundings, Brittney was appalled to realize they were in a strip joint. Their semi-circular table was up against a small stage with a stripper pole. This stage was currently empty. A bigger stage was a little distance away that was currently occupied by a busty redhead. Brittney's jaw dropped as she saw the dancer gyrating around the stripper pole, but at the same time a pang ran through her at seeing the nearly naked woman dancing provocatively.

"What are we doing here?" Brittney questioned. "You didn't tell me we were going to a strip club!"

"A gentleman's club," Holly corrected her. "Tracie works here, I told her we'd come and support her tonight. You don't mind, do you? You and Tracie seemed to get along very well."

"Umm, she seems nice, but I don't know, I feel weird with all these naked women," Brittney nervously replied. "And all these perverted guys," she added.

"Nonsense, it'll be fun. Billy, you perverted guy, order us a round of drinks," Holly commanded.

"You got it boss," Billy sarcastically responded. Brittney blushed as she realized she had inadvertently called Billy a pervert.

The drinks arrived and Brittney sat fidgeting. With each new dancer on the main stage she couldn't help but watch them. And as she stared her arousal flared. She downed half of her drink and noted that it was pretty strong, and tried to tell herself to slow down since she didn't want to get drunk and make a fool of herself.

"How long do we hafta stay here?" Brittney asked. She felt like she was slurring her words.

"Lighten up! Tracie will be out to dance in a little bit," Holly responded.

A few minutes later Tracie came out wearing a schoolgirl uniform that was about three sizes too small for her, and a pair of clear platform shoes about 8 inches high. She winked at Brittney, took a sip of Brittney's drink, and stepped up on the small stage in front of their table. A cheer went up from the tables surrounding the small stage, occupied mostly by men.

Tracie began to dance, teasing the crowd around her. She spun herself around the pole and leaned into a backbend to give them a view up her top as her tits nearly fell out of her bra. Picking out one of the guys, she looked him in the eyes as she popped open the top button. Choosing another guy, she kneeled in front of him as she opened another button, her bra now completely exposed. She giggled and pulled away.

This continued until she had removed her top and bra and was jiggling her bare breasts for the cheering crowd. Tracie then singled out Brittney, standing over her and locking eyes as she flipped up her tiny skirt to show her red thong panties. Brittney looked down, embarrassed, but Tracie put a fingernail under Brittney's chin and lifted her head. Tracie pulled her panties to the side, exposing her shaved snatch. She bent her knees, which brought her exposed pussy closer to Brittney's face. A moan escaped Brittney as the submissive position of being forced to look up at Tracie's pussy drove her arousal higher. She flashed back to a few days ago when she had a similar view of Holly. She wanted to look away, to walk out of the club, but sat there mesmerized.

Tracie giggled and slid her panties down slowly her thighs as she stood over Brittney. The crowd continued to cheer, loving the show that Tracie was putting on. She hung her panties from her finger and teasingly held them above Brittney's face. Leaning down, Tracie whispered in Brittney's ear. "Come on, your turn."

Before Brittney knew what was happening, Tracie had taken Brittney's hand and pulled her out of her seat and then up onto the stage. Brittney pulled back desperately, but Tracie held on. The crowd cheered wildly. Once on stage, the crowd that had gathered around the stage closed in, blocking any path to exit.

Tracie danced around Brittney as Brittney stood nervously. Tracie's hands were all over her. She rubbed her arms, then her breasts, then kneeled down and ran her hands up Brittney's thighs and under her dress. Brittney tried to squirm away.

Tracie stood again and whispered in Brittney's ear, "Come on, loosen up. You are so incredibly sexy. Dance with me!"

Tracie put her arms around Brittney's waist, pulling her close and pressing her naked breasts against Brittney's white top. She led Brittney in a dance around the stripper pole, eventually spinning her around. Tracie ran her hands up over Brittney's breasts and stopped at the top button. She winked at the crowd as she popped it open. Another spin around the pole, and she stopped and popped open the next button.

Brittney was getting dizzy from the combination of the dance, the alcohol, her arousal, and the crowd of men watching and cheering. She could only imagine the lewd thoughts they all had while watching her. She attempted to button her top back up, but Tracie took her hands and spun her around again. She caught a glimpse of Billy, who was grinning ear to ear, and she quickly turned away in embarrassment. Tracie continued to undress her, and soon her top was completely open and her bra exposed. Trying to get control of the situation, Brittney moved to leave, searching for an opening in the crowd to make her way off the stage. But just then Tracie pulled Brittney's top off her shoulders and slid it down her arms. Instead of removing it, however, she brought it down to Brittney's wrists and then twisted it, capturing Brittney's wrists securely behind her back. Holding Brittney's wrists with one hand, Tracie used her other hand to squeeze Brittney's tits. Brittney flushed with embarrassment, but at the same time her sensitive nipples hardened enough to be seen poking out from underneath her bra.

Brittney tried to turn to Tracie and tell her to stop, but Tracie held her tightly, and reaching between them was able to unsnap Brittney's bra. Tracie teased the crowd, slowly pushing her bra up to reveal Brittney's small tits as the crowd cheered her on. Tracie again teased the crowd, putting both of her hands on Brittney's tits and gently capturing her nipples between her fingers. "Should I?" she asked a young man next to the stage. "Hell yeah!" was the reply. Tracie asked another man as she continued to play the crowd. "Do it!" he responded.

Tracie pinched both of Brittney's nipples hard and tugged them out from her chest. Brittney howled at the intense feelings radiating from her sensitive nipples and her eyes rolled back in her head. The crowd roared in response. Brittney could feel the pain and pleasure send signals directly to her pussy and she nearly collapsed onto the stage. Tracie finally released Brittney's nipples, spun her around and wrapped her arms around her. With Tracie's larger breasts pressed up against Brittney's, Tracie kissed her, driving her tongue past Brittney's lips.

Brittney was momentarily shocked, and kissed Tracie back instinctively. For a brief time everything around her faded as she lost herself in the sensual kiss. She had never kissed a girl before, and the feeling of soft lips on hers and the sweet taste of Tracie's cherry lip gloss were overwhelming her senses. On top of that, Tracie's warm soft globes that pressed up against her were incredibly arousing. But she quickly began to panic and squirmed desperately in an attempt to break away. Finally breaking the kiss and releasing her, Tracie quickly snatched up the tips that were laying on the stage, pushed her way down the steps, and dragged Brittney with her towards the dressing room as the crowd howled behind them.

Brittney shrieked as she was led topless through a crowd of men. She felt hands touching her as Tracie led her on. She desperately wanted to cover her bare breasts, but her hands were still captured behind her. 

Finally reaching the dressing room and some privacy from the leering eyes, Tracie let go of her and Brittney twisted her hands free.

"That was incredible!" Tracie shouted. "Fuck, you are the sexiest thing here tonight! Just look at all the tips we raked in!"

Brittney was in no mood to talk about tips. "Why did you do that? That was... was... so wrong!"

"Oh honey, it's ok. I'm sorry, I know it was your first time on stage, I might have gotten a little out of control. But wow! You have no idea the affect you have on people!" Tracie stepped closer to Brittney and hugged her. Brittney had managed to get her bra back on, but Tracie was still topless. "You can stay back here for a couple minutes while I get ready for my next dance. Then you can head back out to your table with Holly and Billy."

"Holly!" Brittney thought. "Damn it, she planned this whole thing! Damn her, she can't get away with this!" Brittney fumed. She resolved to have it out with her when she got back to the table, her courage fueled by anger and alcohol.

At the table, Billy was still raving about how hot Brittney and Tracie were. "Enough already!" Holly retorted. "I don't need to hear you going off about my fucking roommate. And by the way, you owe me big time for tonight. I didn't have to bring you along, you know. Oh, and you're buying your own drinks!"

Billy sulked, but then looked across the room and saw Brittney approaching. "Here she comes," he said to Holly. "Oooh, she looks mad! I think you're in trouble!"

"What the hell, Holly!" Brittney shouted when she reached the table. "You planned this, didn't you?"

"Oh, and what if I did? You certainly looked like you were enjoying that kiss from Tracie. She's really into you, you know. Maybe you two can hook up. It's not really my thing, but you seem to enjoy it."

"That's not what... No! Don't change the subject. You manipulated me into this!" Brittney exclaimed.




Clinical Trials Ch. 05



"Sit down Brittney. Here, Billy got you a fresh drink."

Brittney sat down in a huff. She was still jittery, so she took a big gulp of the drink. "You can't do this to me!" she argued.

Holly focused on her phone, ignoring Brittney's response. "You've been getting yourself into trouble lately, haven't you?" Holly stated, still looking at her phone. She tapped a few times on her phone, and then looked up.

"What do you mean?" Brittney questioned suspiciously. But as Holly was watching her, Brittney's nipples began to tingle. The tingle quickly turned into intense stinging. Brittney knew the feeling well, but did her best to ignore it and stare down Holly. Brittney crossed her arms in front of her to try to find some relief while still glaring at Holly.

"Something the matter?" Holly asked.

"No, umm, nothing..." Brittney picked up her drink and took another big gulp, her resolve wavering.

"Nothing? Are you sure?" Holly tapped on her phone again. "Because it doesn't look like nothing."

A moment later the stinging in Brittney's nipples intensified and she couldn't stop from groaning and putting her hands over her breasts in hope of finding relief. "What are you... You know about... How are you...?" Brittney stuttered through the unrelenting ache in her nipples.

"Let's just say your good doctor wasn't a very good computer scientist. But we don't need to go into details about that right now. Let's just agree to the rules for tonight," Holly replied.

"Rules? What rules? You know the doctor?" Brittney asked, confused. Her nipples were burning, and she had the urge to rip off her bra and try to massage the pain away. "And now Holly knows about the doctor? This evening just couldn't get worse," Brittney thought.

"It's pretty simple, even you should be able to understand. You still haven't paid of last month's rent, and now this month is due. So you are going to provide some entertainment tonight to try to earn some money. You do as I tell you, and things will go better for you. If you'd rather fight me, then there will be consequences," Holly stated.

"No! You bitch! You can't do this!" Brittney blurted out.

"Well, it's up to you," Holly calmly replied as she tapped her phone again. Brittney looked at the phone in fear of what would happen. Seconds later Brittney's clit began to throb. Brittney squirmed in her seat as she could felt her clit swell and pleasure radiate through her sex.

"No! Stop, please! Not here!" Brittney's hand moved from her breast to between her legs, pressing through her skirt at the source of the desire. Some of the men nearby began to take an interest in the scene at Brittney's table.

"So then you agree to my rules?"

"Oh goddd, please, no more," Brittney cried as she felt her pussy leaking out and soaking her panties. She could feel the eyes of the strange men around her boring into her. She couldn't let this happen here, not in front of everyone. "Ok, just please stop!"

"Not so fast. I believe you just called me a bitch. I'd like to hear an apology."

Brittney ground her teeth in anger. The pain and pleasure coursed through her body, driving her to the edge of orgasm. "Please..." she whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please make it stop. I'm... I'm sorry I called you a bitch," Brittney replied.

"Mmhmm. Say it nicer. Say, 'I'm sorry I called you a bitch, Miss Courtland.'"

Brittney cringed. But she would do anything to ease the torture her clit and nipples were going through. "I'm sorry I called you a bitch... Miss Corland," Brittney slurred through clenched teeth.

"Very well." Holly tapped her phone again, and within moments the throbbing in Brittney's clit subsided. Brittney looked at her pleadingly, her nipples still on fire. Reading her thoughts, Holly replied, "No, I think we'll keep your nipples hard and sensitive for your next activity." Brittney glared at Holly. "Aww, sheesh, such a baby. Ok, let's turn them down a little," Holly said as she tapped her phone again.

It was only a small easing of the tingling in her nipples for Brittney, but she accepted it without complaint.

"Now, about that entertainment you agreed to," Holly began. "See the Japanese man in the dark suit across the stage? That's Mr. Takahashi. He was quite smitten with your performance. He and I had a nice chat while you were backstage."

Brittney looked over at the middle aged man, only to find that he was staring back at her. She quickly turned away. "What about him," Brittney nervously replied.

"Well, you are going to give him a private show. He was very turned on seeing your hands tied behind your back, so you are going to give him what he wants," Holly state as she pulled something out of her purse. "You will dance for him, and then put these on behind your back."

A look of shock went across Brittney's face as she realized Holly was giving her a pair of handcuffs.

"Oh, and one more thing. I want you to beg him to cum all over your naked tits."

"No, please! I can't do that! That's so dirty!" Brittney cried.

"Oh really?" Holly questioned as she picked up her phone. Brittney paled at the thought of Holly turning up the nanomaterial.

"No wait!" Brittney shouted. She debated running away, of fighting Holly for her phone, of asking someone for help. None of these options sounded remotely likely to succeed. "Ok," Brittney whispered, her head down. "I'll do it."

"Excellent! Now go introduce yourself and take him to room number 1 over there. You've got twenty minutes, better manage your time well," Holly warned.

Brittney rose unsteadily and approached Mr. Takahashi. "Hi, umm, I'm Brittney," she said. "May I offer you a dance?"

"Very nice to meet you Miss Brittney, I'm Mr. Takahashi." he replied in clear English. "Yes, I would like that very much! Please lead the way."

Brittney led him to room number 1, the whole way there she tried to avoid the winks and leers from the men. She was sure they were thinking about her lewd performance on stage, and that they thought of her as a slut for taking this stranger to the private room.

Once in the room, Mr. Takahashi closed the curtain, sat on the small couch, and looked up at Brittney patiently. Knowing what was expected of her, Brittney clumsily danced in front of him, swaying her hips as seductively as she knew how.

"Take off your top," he instructed. Brittney cringed, but opened each button one at a time, until finally letting her top slide off her shoulders and to the floor. She danced some more, leaning down and shimmying her shoulders in front of his face.

"Now the bra," he said. She hated being in this position, but complied, unhooking her bra and letting it drop to the floor as well. Mr. Takahashi leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his lap as her short dress slid up her thighs. He nuzzled his nose between her small tits, which despite her dislike of the situation caused her pussy to contract in need. He pulled her closer, grinding himself against her panties. Brittney moaned as she felt his hard shaft press through his pants against her. She squirmed, wanting to get up and run away, but he held her tight and her movements only caused more friction against her clit. She could feel her pussy leaking again, and her skin flushed as her body heated up once again.

He unexpectedly leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her nipple, and Brittney's eyes flew open as the light contact sent shockwaves right to her pussy. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and couldn't suppress a moan when he did the same to her other nipple. He continued this light teasing, which drove Brittney to grind harder on his lap and took her closer and closer to a much needed orgasm.

"Stand up and take off your skirt," Mr. Takahashi ordered. It took a moment for Brittney to come out of her trance. She reluctantly got off of him and stood. Brittney feared showing him how wet her panties had become. "Now!" he demanded, his previous soft demeanor replaced by this rough command. She slowly complied, pushing her skirt down her hips as she turned away from him. When she turned around he was standing next to her.

"You have something you want to ask me?" he said.

Confused at first, then struck with horror as she remembered Holly's instructions, she just stood there staring at the floor.

"Nothing to say? I will have to tell your friend that I was disappointed," he said.

"No wait!" she blurted out. She paused, then spoke. "Please sir, would you put the cuffs on me and... and cum on my tits?" She heard herself say the words, but it was as if they came from somewhere else. She could never say these things herself.

"Very well, if that is what you wish," he replied.

"What I wish?" she screamed in her head. "No! I am not like this! I'm a good girl!" But she just stood silently as Mr. Takahashi picked up the cuffs, moved behind her, and secured her wrists.

"On your knees," he commanded, and Brittney unsteadily dropped down in front of him. She watched in a trance as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn't very big or long, but it was very hard and somehow enthralled Brittney with its perfect shape. She stared as he began to stroke it in front of her face. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, setting a steady pace. Brittney's body again betrayed her, her pussy periodically clenching at nothing, desperate to be filled by the cock in front of her face. She groaned in desire.

"Look at me and beg me for it," he said.

"Please..." she moaned as she looked up into his eyes.

"Please what?"

"Please cum on my little titties," she begged. "I want to feel your hot cum." She inwardly cringed again at saying these words, but her pussy throbbed incessantly in desire.

"Very well," he replied. He sped up, and moments later a large jet of his cum splattered against her neck. Another blast, and another, and another. His cum dripped down her neck, off of her collar and down her chest. Brittney cried out, the feeling of hot cum on her skin nearly sending her over the edge into orgasm. But she again was left with no relief, her pussy contracting, her nipples aching, and her clit throbbing. She slumped down as Mr. Takahashi put his cock back in his pants.

"Thank you Miss Brittney," he said. As he was leaving he picked up her clothes from the floor. "I will return these to Miss Holly."

At the table, Brittney's phone rang. Holly picked it up and checked the caller ID, then smiled deviously.

She pressed the answer button. "Hello Doctor," she said into the phone.

A pause, then, "Hello... Who is this?" the doctor replied.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Is there something I can help you with, doctor?" Holly replied.

"Umm, I would like to speak to Brittney. Please put her on," the doctor said curtly.

"Hmm, she's indisposed at the moment. May I take a message?"

Another pause. The doctor was worried. Why didn't Brittney answer her own phone? And based on the loud music she heard in the background, Brittney didn't stay home like the doctor had asked her to do. This wasn't good. And who is this that answered the phone, acting like she knows me, the doctor wondered.

"I, umm... No, I'll call back later, thank you," the doctor said.

"Suit yourself," Holly replied. "Oh, and thank you, doctor. I just love the recent updated you made this afternoon. You are quite a pervert, I must say."

The doctor paled. "Who is this!" she demanded.

"Don't worry, we'll get to know each other in good time. Have a nice evening." And then Holly hung up the phone. She copied the doctor's phone number into her own phone, then slipped Brittney's phone into her own purse. She smiled when a moment later she heard Brittney's phone ringing again. "Patience, doctor. All in good time," Holly murmured, letting it ring. 

"What was that about?" Billy asked.

"None of your business. Just keep an eye out for Mr. Takahashi and Brittney," she answered.

A few minutes later Mr. Takahashi walked back to their table. "Thank you very much, Miss Holly. It was most pleasurable." He handed Holly Brittney's clothes and several bills. 

"You're welcome! I'm glad she was of service to you," Holly smiled.

Back in the private room, Brittney was slowly coming to her senses. She looked down at her bare tits and saw the cum still oozing down towards her stomach. She could smell it, and had a strong urge to taste it. "No!" she scolded herself. She looked around. "SHIT!" she yelled, realizing he had taken her clothes. "SHIT!" she yelled again, remembering that her hands were still cuffed behind her. She tugged and twisted at her wrists, but it was no use, she couldn't get free. Panic set in as she took in her situation. Dressed only in panties and high heels, wrists cuffed behind her back, and the only way out was though the sea of men in the strip club.

She thought about calling for help. But who would hear her? Their table was too far away. She heard voices outside, strange men's voices. What would they do if they came in here with her in this state? Maybe she could wait until another dancer came in for another private dance. But after what Tracie did to her on stage she wasn't sure she could trust any of the dancers to not treat her the same way that Tracie did.

No, the only way out was to make a run for her table and get her clothes back. And that was a big if, assuming Holly would even give her the clothes. "Shit! That bitch!" she cursed again. She fought back tears, refusing to give in to self pity. "No, I will get through this, and I will find a way out of this mess!" she promised herself.

She awkwardly stood. He legs were wobbly from being on her knees for too long. She took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," she said, and then pushed past the curtain into the crowd.

She immediately drew the attention of all those around her. They hooted and whistled as she tried to push past them. Hands were on her ass, pinching, slapping. But despite the embarrassment, Brittney's pussy once again reacted to the testosterone all around her, clenching in need. It felt like the men were closing in around her, touching, groping. She felt fingers slide over her pussy. "No!" she cried. She wasn't even sure if she was going in the right direction anymore. "Holly!" she called out desperately.

After what seemed an eternity, a hand grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her forward. Once free of the mass of people, she realized it was Billy, and she had finally reached the table. She glanced at Billy and almost thanked him, but her anger at him bubbled over. "Let go of me!" she growled at Billy.

"Holly, please, I need my clothes. And can you take these off?" Brittney begged, turning towards Holly.

"Sit down," Holly ordered. Seeing little choice, Brittney sat.

"Here, have a drink," Holly said as she held the straw of a drink up to her lips. Brittney sucked it down quickly, realizing her mouth was parched.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Please, can I get dressed?"

"Sure!" Holly grinned. But Brittney could see she clearly had some other devious plans in mind. "I've given your clothes and the key to the cuffs to Tracie. She's in the dressing room. Go back there and ask her nicely and I'm sure she'll let you out and help you get dressed. Do as she tells you, or else. Got it?"

Brittney paled. "What now?" she worried. Still, she didn't want to sit here naked any longer than she had to, so she stood and looked for the clearest path from the table to the dressing room. "Let's see another dance!" shouted a guy at the other side of the stage. Others joined in. Brittney ignored them and made a dash towards the dressing room. She went as fast as she could manage while wearing high heels and handcuffs.

Bursting into the dressing room, she looked around for Tracie, who was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it," she cursed. The busty redhead she saw dancing when she first arrived was sitting at a row of dressing tables. 

"Hey girl, looks like you've gotten yourself into some trouble," the redhead said to her. She stood and approached Brittney. Brittney tried not to stare, but the redhead was naked except for a pair of ridiculously high heels. And she was amazingly beautiful, with long curly hair framing a slightly plump but very attractive face, and legs that looked even longer than they actually were with the help of the heels. "Hey, I'm Cinnamon. And you are?"

"Umm, Brittney. Do you know where the key is to these?" she asked as she turned and held the cuffs up.

"Hmm, look at those. Very nice, high quality. And real, not one of the fake play ones that have a release button. Nope, no idea where it is. Looks like you're stuck with me for a bit," she said as she smiled.

"Do you at least have something I can cover up with?" Brittney asked, frustration in her voice.

"Cover you up? Aww girl, why would you want to do that? This is the ladies dressing room, no need to be shy about being naked in here. Besides, look at you! Why would you want to cover this up?" Cinnamon walked behind Brittney and put her hands on Brittney's shoulders, slowly sliding them down Brittney's arms. Brittney shivered.

"Please, I'll just wait here for Tracie. I really just need the key and my clothes."

"Are you cold? I could keep you warm," Cinnamon said as she leaned in closer. Brittney could feel her large tits pressing into her back. Cinnamon leaned forward and kissed Brittney's ear. Brittney couldn't contain a groan as goose bumps formed on her arms from Cinnamon's soft touch. 

"I saw what Tracie did out there. It looked like you really enjoyed it when she pinched your nipples," Cinnamon said as she rolled both of Brittney's nipples between her fingers. "You'd like it if I did that to you, wouldn't you?"

Cinnamon's gentle fingering of Brittney's nipples was sending exquisite pleasure throughout her body. She wanted to tell her to stop, that she wasn't that type of girl. Instead she groaned and went limp in her arms. Cinnamon pinched harder. Brittney ached for more, her orgasm only moments away. She couldn't believe how quickly just getting her nipples pinched put her so close. Suddenly Tracie walked in.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" she yelled at Cinnamon. "She's with me, you bitch, let her go!"

Cinnamon let Brittney loose and shrugged. "Just having a bit of fun, no harm in that."

"Just keep your hands off of her, you understand?" Tracie shouted. A feeling of disappointment ran through Brittney at the loss of contact with Cinnamon. She recovered, and felt some gratitude for Tracie coming to her rescue.

"Are you ok, girl?" Tracie said to her. "Here, let me get those cuffs off of you and get you cleaned up and dressed."

"Thank you!" Brittney replied, relieved. With the cuffs removed, Brittney stretched her arms and shoulders to get some life back in them.

"Here you go, I think this will look good," Tracie said as she brought some clothes over to Brittney.

"What's this?" Brittney asked. "Those aren't my clothes..."

"Of course not, silly. You can't go on in your street clothes again. I picked out a nice schoolteacher costume for you. There's even some fake glasses to make you look smart. Come on, get cleaned up and try it on!"

"What! No, I can't... I can't go out there on stage!"

"Don't be shy, girl. Of course you can, you did great with me, and I heard you treated Mr. Takahashi very well. Now here's a washcloth for you, hurry it up," Tracie replied.

Tracie helped her clean up and get dressed, and even helped touch up her make-up. If it weren't for feeling like she was being prepared to be fed to the lions she might have actually enjoyed the brief amount of pampering. Instead all she could think about was having to go out on stage again.

"There you go, you look fantastic. They are going to love you, just keep moving and give everyone a good show and you'll rake in the tips," Tracie told her.




Clinical Trials Ch. 05



"What? I'm going out there alone?"

"Of course, silly. Oh, they're ready. Now get on out there!" she said and pushed Brittney through the curtain and onto the main stage.

Brittney froze, staring out at so many strange faces. "What the hell am I doing here?" she wondered. 

"Let's see you dance!" someone shouted, breaking her out of her trance. She walked over to the stripper pole and wrapped her hands around it, then walked around the pole several times. She tried to think back to what Tracie did on stage. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around the pole, then swung herself somewhat awkwardly around. Next she slid the blue blazer down off her shoulders, exposing her grey button up top. Someone in the audience shouted, "Take it off!"

She let the blazer fall to the stage and danced around the pole again. Suddenly her nipples began to sting. "Oh god," she thought. "Not now!" But the stinging sensation got stronger, and she cupped her tits with her hands in an attempt to relieve them. The stinging grew even more. Unable to take any more, she unbuttoned her top and slid her fingers inside, pressing them against her nipples. "Show us your titties!" someone called out.

Hoping to get the dance over quickly, she unbuttoned her top and pulled it to the side, eliciting hoots from the men. She quickly covered her nipples with her hands, not so much in shame as in the hope of relieving the stinging. The men watching saw it as her teasing them, and gave a shout of appreciation. But then her clit began to throb.

"Oh no!" she cried out. She searched the crowd for Holly, realizing that she was probably the cause of these feelings. She couldn't find her anywhere. She was about to run from the stage when a spasm rocked her pussy and she dropped to her knees. Her hands instinctively flew to her sex, lifting her skirt and cupping her panties. She barely heard the hoots from the crowd, pleased by her lewd display.

Another contraction tore through her. She ground her hips outward in response. "Oh goddd," she cried. Her clit was on fire now, and she slid her hand inside her panties and rubbed it, for a moment not thinking about being watched. She felt how big and hard her clit was, and when her fingers brushed against it she nearly came right there. "Please, not here!" she wailed, pulling her fingers away. But her desire continued its rise despite her pleas. Her body was racked in pleasure, and a jolt of fear and embarrassment hit her at the realization of being watched by all these people. But she wouldn't be able to get up and walk off stage if she tried, so she continued to writhe on the main stage while the audience cheered wildly.

Her pussy was rhythmically clenching and unclenching now. Her panties were soaked with her own cream, some of it leaking out and down her ass. She fell to her back, lying on stage with her legs spread, heels on the floor, and her hips pumping up in time with the heavy beat of the music and the pulsating spasms of her pussy. Her hand went back between her legs. Her other hand reached for her nipple. Without thinking, she squeezed her nipple, and then cried out. "Ahhh, fuck!"

She stayed like this, hanging on the brink of orgasm, for what felt like an eternity. Every cell in her body was screaming out in need. Her mind was slipping away, no longer aware of the men watching her or their cheers. Her only desire was to cum.

She felt she was circling around it, spiraling ever closer into a bright light of ecstasy. She writhed on the stage, groaning and twisting. And then she felt herself slowly sucked into the light until she fell into the abyss, and her orgasm took her. She screamed out again and again, her mind exploded and her pussy gushed as the orgasm went on and on. All sense of time and space left her, she was pure sex and pleasure until everything went dark.



Clinical Trials Ch. 06



Author's note:

Once again I appreciate everyone's feedback, it's always good to hear new ideas and suggestions. This chapter was definitely more difficult to write, especially in terms of getting the plot lines to work out. Hopefully you won't be disappointed.

*****

Brittney slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by a bright spotlight pointing at her. She was lying on her back, knees bent and legs spread, and there were people cheering all around her. Her whole body ached as if she had been working out for way too long. And then reality set it. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. She had cum so hard that she momentarily blacked out. And she had cum in front of a crowd of strangers! She scrambled to get to her feet. The stage was slippery, making it difficult to stand in her heels. She noticed all the bills strewn on the stage, but her only desire was to get away.

She found her footing and moved as quickly as she could toward the dressing room. Before she got there Cinnamon was standing in her way.

"Hey, you're not done. Go pick up your tips," she ordered Brittney. "Oh, and here. Clean up the mess you made on stage, slut," Cinnamon commanded as she handed her a towel. 

Brittney took the towel but was afraid to walk back out there.

"Come on, get to it!" Cinnamon was angry for not getting her way with Brittney earlier, but even more upset with having to go on stage after Brittney's performance. Nothing she could do was going to get their attention now.

As Brittney walked back out on stage with her hed down another cheer went up. She picked up all the tips, and had to get down on her knees to wipe up the stage. She heard more hoots and whistles, and went red with embarrassment. Here she was, crawling around naked on stage cleaning up her own pussy cream while everyone watched her. She turned red in shame and embarrassment and tried to complete the task as quickly as possible. Finally finished, she ran off stage and pushed her way past Cinnamon, who was smiling wickedly and obviously enjoying Brittney's discomfort.

*****

The doctor was worried; Very worried. She pondered the meaning of the phone call. Someone else knew about Brittney, and seemed to know way too much about the clinical trial and the nanomaterial. This was bad, they could make life miserable for her, or sell her design to someone else. And she had a good suspicion of who it was. The situation had become critical and had to be stopped, whatever the cost. She picked up her phone and called a number.

"Hello," came the gruff voice on the other end.

"Jack, it's Jennifer. I need a favor," the doctor said.

After a long pause, he responded. "Ok. But it's going to cost you."

*****

An short, balding, overweight man sat alone at a table in the corner and nursed his drink. He stopped here fairly often, particularly on Friday night after a long week on the job. He had just seen an amazingly sexual display on stage. He knew the girl, Brittney Banyard. As provocative as the performance was, something wasn't right. He knew Brittney well enough to know that she wouldn't do this of her own free will.

Ted Packard took another sip of his drink and thought about how Brittney had acted in his office yesterday. Sure, he had blackmailed her, but her response yesterday was way over the top. Again, this wasn't the same shy and reserved Brittney that he first met. No, she had changed, and very quickly. Something was definitely wrong, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. His thirty years of experience in the newspaper business started to kick in. He thought about the story outline that Brittney gave him. There were some clues in that otherwise worthless outline. He pieced that together with other rumors he'd heard about BioZene from the previous reporters that tried to get the story. The pieces were starting to fit, and they pointed to sexual response testing on humans. But a hunch wasn't good enough. He needed to find some hard evidence. Was it drug testing? But where could he find the evidence?

*****

Brittney sat in the dressing room alone, trying to gather her wits. She wanted to cry, but held back the tears by turning her emotions to anger towards Holly. She cleaned herself up and found her clothes, sans her bra and panties. "Figures," she bemoaned. "I'm going to need to buy new underwear at this rate."

Finally dressed, or at least partially dressed, she took a deep breath and headed out into the main room and towards the table with Holly and Billy. "You fucking bitch," she said as she sat down between Holly and Billy and blankly stared out at the crowded room.

Holly snatched the tips that Brittney was holding. "Let's see how the slut made out, shall we?" 

Though she wasn't too happy with everyone calling her a slut, Brittney ignored her while Holly counted out the bills. Finally Holly spoke up. "Well, not too bad. Your cut from Tracie's dance was $18, plus the private dance with Mr. Takahashi was $40 along with a nice $20 tip, and your dance on the main stage got you $52. Now let's see. Take way the house's cut, that leave you $90."

Brittney continued to ignore her, sulking in her chair. "Holly continued. So with another $90 applied to this month's rent, I'd say you're going to need to do this about two nights a week just to cover rent. How's that sound to you, slut?" Holly said as she stuffed the bills in her purse.

"Fuck you," Brittney said through clenched teeth, the ferocity of her words getting Billy's attention. He saw a fire in Holly's eyes that he knew too well, and was glad this time he wasn't the one in her crosshairs. He definitely wasn't going to get involved in this one.

"Well, I think you should be grateful, slut. I just showed you how to pay your bills since you seem to not be worth shit at journalism, and in return you give me attitude? Frankly I don't see where you are in a position to complain. Perhaps another reminder of who's in charge here is in order."

Brittney just stared down at her hands. She knew she shouldn't provoke Holly, but her temper got the better of her. There was no way she was going to apologize to Holly, though. "Let her do her worst, the bitch," she stewed.

Holly stood up. "Don't go away, slut." Brittney just glared back at her. Moments later her body began to heat up again. "Oh god, not again!" Brittney cried. But there was no stopping it. Within a minute she was teetering on the edge of another massive orgasm. She couldn't believe her body could respond like this after so recently cumming so hard, or how quickly she reached the peak. She squirmed in her seat, feeling her bare pussy leaking out onto her skirt. She put her hand between her legs in an attempt to dampen the pulsing going through her clit, which got Billy's attention. It was no use, and she moaned as her body once again craved an orgasm that wouldn't come. "Damn her!" she cursed. But even anger did nothing to take her mind off her body's desperate need. And it didn't help that Billy now sat and watched her, grinning from ear to ear like a stupid ass.

As she struggled with these sensations she noticed Holly talking to several men, and then pointing Brittney out to them. She heard them all laugh, and then she saw Holly winking back at her with an evil look on her face. She knew this wasn't going to be good. But the pleasure coursing through her body had once again overtaken her ability to reason. All she hoped for was her elusive orgasm. Her pussy was contracting steadily, demanding it be filled with cock. She moaned again in agony.

Apparently a deal was made, and Holly walked quickly back to Brittney. "Get up, slut," she said as she grabbed Brittney's arm and pulled her out of her seat. Brittney nearly fell out of the chair, her legs wobbly underneath her. She had no strength to resist Holly, stumbling blindly behind her towards another private room.

At the other side of the room Ted Packard was watching the interaction between Holly and Brittney with interest. Making a decision, he got up, tossed a tip on the table, and slipped out the front door unnoticed.

Once in the private room Holly grabbed Brittney's top and ripped it open, buttons flying across the small room. "Take off your all your clothes, slut!" Holly ordered.

Shocked by the force of Holly's outburst, Brittney quickly slipped out of the skirt and top and stood naked except for her heels in front of Holly.

"You are a fucking ungrateful slut! You embarrass me in public like that again, and you will regret it. Now let me explain what's going to happen next," Holly growled. Brittney stood there trembling, both in fear of Holly and in an extreme state of arousal. 

"Your doctor friend is quite the genius. This stuff she filled you with has some amazing properties. Oh yes, I know all about her," Holly said, answering Brittney's unspoken question. "The program she wrote was pretty amateur, but it was very nice of her to document it thoroughly, including putting her name in the code notes. Her lame program had you out of control, ready to fuck every person you met. Don't worry, I've fixed you up, so now I say when and who you fuck, and when you cum and when you don't. She's also absolutely horrible at network security, which certainly made things easier for me. But she sure has created something amazing. Though I guess you already know that," she smirked. "Oh, and she apparently thinks a lot of herself. Her password was 'one hot doctor'."

Holly walked behind Brittney and yanked her wrists behind her, and then closed the cuffs around each wrist. Brittney's hands were once again trapped behind her back. Brittney whimpered. "So is she? Do you think she's hot? Did you kneel between her legs and lap at her pussy like a good little lesbian?"

"No! Of course not!" Brittney spat back.

"The only thing I didn't have was her phone number, but you provided that. Oh, she sends her regards, by the way."

Brittney just looked on in disbelief. First she was controlled by a crazy doctor, and now by an even crazier roommate. Things definitely had gone from bad to worse.

"Those five guys I was talking to out there are at a bachelor party. They were quite impressed with your little show on stage earlier. I told them how you are actually my slave, and how you crave to suck men's cock. I'm not sure they completely believed me, but a slut like you does love to suck cock, isn't that right? And I'm sure you'll prove me right and won't embarrass me again, right?" Holly asked. "Or after you've gotten a taste of pussy have you switched to liking girls?"

Brittney looked at her in horror, speechless. She couldn't be expecting her to do this! Complete strangers? But at the same time the image filled her head of being surrounded by hard cocks, tasting them, feeling them in her mouth. Her pussy contracted in need and her knees nearly buckled.

"Yes, I can see that you like that," Holly said, reading Brittney's reaction. "But we're going to make this a bit more interesting. You see, your little program inside you has some interesting features. One of them is that you're little clitty can detect the presence of a guy's spunk. Now I've set your program so that if any semen gets on your clit then you will orgasm. A huge, glorious orgasm. I'll turn the arousal level down to a five to start, just to keep you in the mood. Sound good so far?"

Brittney just glared at her. She wanted to tell her to fuck off, or beg her to let her go, but still had enough pride to not grovel in front of her and enough sense not to make her any madder. Still, she was grateful for the temporary reprieve when her pussy contractions slowed to a manageable level.

"Maybe I should paint a clearer picture for slut. You will suck the guys off, and then they can cum on your face and titties, or they can cum in your mouth. If they cum outside your mouth or if you don't swallow it all, there's a decent chance with five guys that some of it will eventually drip down your body to your cunt. When it reaches that dirty cunt of yours, kaching! You cum. While that might sound good to you, if you do orgasm there will be consequences. First, I will find ten more guys and send them in here tonight. And your mouth is going to service them all. Second, I'm going to set your little clit to torture level all night and you will not cum again. Got it?"

"And if I refuse to play your stupid little game?" Brittney spat out.

"Well, then we just leave your clitty set to torture all night anyway, which I would personally enjoy watching. But if you do manage to not cum, then as your reward I'll turn off all your triggers for the rest of the evening."

Brittney tried to take in what she was saying. From what she was feeling already, she assumed her clit had been set to 'torture level' for the last ten minutes, and there was no way she could handle that all night. But she already craved being able to cum again. To be given the chance but purposely try to avoid it was not going to be easy. And sucking off a bunch of strange men and having to swallow their cum was totally humiliating. She had never liked swallowing cum, so she rarely let any boyfriends cum in her mouth. But she also didn't want to give Holly the satisfaction of breaking her. And she had no doubt that Holly would keep to her word and torture her all night if she didn't succeed. No, the only good outcome from this was if Brittney swallowed all their jizz and avoided cumming.

"Fine, you bitch," Brittney responded.

"I'd be careful with how you address me, slut. I could easily change the rules of our game if you put me in a bad mood," Holly warned. Brittney just glared at her. This was her own fault for cussing Holly out earlier. She bit her tongue to avoid saying what she was thinking.

"Mmhmm, that's a good slut. Now get on your knees and wait here." Holly stepped outside briefly as Brittney dropped down clumsily. When Holly returned one of the men followed her in. Holly sat back on the couch, a drink in her hand.

"Ok, slut, show me how much you love cum," Holly ordered. "Beg him to let you suck his cock."

Brittney swallowed hard. She stared down at the floor, trying to work up the courage to go on. Finally she squeaked, "Please, may I suck your cock?" An unwanted spasm rocked her pussy as the words passed her lips. "No!" she thought. She refused to let her pussy control her and make her want this.

"Hell yeah!" the guy replied, pulling open his belt and pants and then pushing his pants and underwear to the floor. Brittney couldn't help but stare at the semi-hard penis in front of her face. Her body craved it, wanted it inside of her pussy. But she knew that wasn't to be, and she was angry with herself to even have these wicked desires. She leaned forward and could smell the musky scent. This only added to her need, and she cursed under her breath at how easily she fell under the spell of this stranger's cock. She darted out her tongue and flicked the underside of the tip and watched as it twitched and grew in front of her.

Resolved to complete her task, she sucked the cock into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around it. It soon grew to its full length and filled her mouth. She did her best to work the shaft without the use of her hands. She closed her lips tightly around it and bobbed her head in a steady rhythm. Soon the guy was groaning in appreciation. Encouraged, she picked up the speed.

"Slut, do you want him to cum in your mouth or on your little titties?" Holly asked.

Brittney paused, releasing the cock from her mouth. "Please cum in my mouth, sir," she asked him, and then quickly sucked the rod deep into her mouth again without waiting for a response. She doubled her efforts, increasing her speed and letting it bump against the back of her mouth with each thrust.

"Shit, yeah, that's good. Just like that," the man said. After a couple more minutes and with Brittney getting heated from the effort, she finally could feel his rod expand as the man began thrusting his hips forward in time with her bobbing. Without warning, she felt a hot stream of liquid hit the back of her throat. She quickly pulled back, nearly choking. Another blast landed on her tongue. The feeling of the erupting cock in her mouth drove her to the brink of orgasm, and she cried out. She finally swallowed what she could and drove her mouth back over the cock again to feel it pulsating as another blast filled her mouth. As much as she tried to swallow all of it, there was just too much and some of the man's cum spilled out from the corner of her mouth and dripped between her tits. 

She began to panic, realizing what had happened. Feeling him cum in her mouth had driven her arousal through the roof and made her completely forget that she couldn't let the cum reach her pussy. Now she sucked his cock, hoping to squeeze any remaining cum out of it before finally falling back. 

"Well, if your goal is to cum, then you're well on your way," Holly commented to Brittney. It looks like half of his wad is on your tits." Brittney realized she was right. She had lost her concentration when he had come. She couldn't let that happen again.

"Thanks, send in the next guy," Holly said to the first man as he finished buckling his pants.

"Will do. That was awesome!" he responded.

Soon Brittney was staring at another cock, one that was slightly smaller than the last. "Tell him how much you want to suck his dick, slut," Holly demanded.

"Please, let me suck you, I want you in my mouth," Brittney hoarsely replied.

She went to work, trying to maintain her concentration this time. This guy took longer, and Brittney's jaw was getting sore from being held open for so long. But finally she sensed the onset of his orgasm, so this time she was more ready for it. Even so, when the hot cream coated the back of her throat she couldn't contain the arousal that coursed through every fiber of her body. It was all she could do to keep sucking and swallowing. Finally spent, the second guy withdrew from her mouth and got dressed.

"Well, that was a little better, slut, it looks like you swallowed it all. I guess you are a nasty little cock sucking slave after all. Or were you thinking about lapping at my pussy the whole time? Still, I think it's even odds right now that you make it through three more guys," Holly said to her.

Brittney was in no condition to respond, all her focus was on her out of control arousal and on completing her task. She just stared down at the floor as Holly ridiculed her.

Brittney made it through the third guy somehow, again not spilling a drop. Holly continued to taunt her, and with each load of cum that she swallowed her body's cravings grew and grew until it was all she could think about. As the cocks thrust in and out of her mouth it was almost as if they were thrusting in and out of her pussy. Each time a cock bumped the back of her throat her pussy contracted. Her pussy was leaking steadily, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.

The fourth guy's cock was longer than all the others, but not overly thick. Though getting tired and sore, Brittney did her best to get him off quickly. Unfortunately, this guy had more staying power than the others, and as much as she tried she couldn't seem to make him cum. And with each thrust into her mouth and his cock hitting the back of her throat, she drew back in fear of choking on the three inches of his rod that were still outside her mouth.

"Is slut not doing a good job? Then feel free to take matters in your own hands," Holly said to him. The man grinned at Holly and then turned back to Brittney. Brittney glanced up to see the leer on his face and began to worry. He ran his fingers through Brittney's hair and grabbed hold. "Oh god, please no!" Brittney thought, realizing what he was planning to do.

He pulled Brittney's head towards his cock, and soon the head was threatening to push into Brittney's throat. She panicked, unable to breath, and tried to pull back. He held her fast, however. He eased back off slightly and Brittney took a desperate breath before her head was pulled forward again. He eyes were wide in fear as his shaft stretched her throat. He eased back again and Brittney coughed, but seconds later he thrust in again. He pushed into her relentlessly, more of his cock sliding into her. Finally on the next thrust Brittney found herself with her nose buried in his pubic hair and his cock completely down her throat. Brittney tried to swallow, which caused the man to grunt in satisfaction at feeling her throat squeeze his rod. She panicked, unable to breath, as the man held his cock deep down her through for what seemed like an eternity. Her eyes had just started to roll back in her head when he pulled back and she gasped for breath.




Clinical Trials Ch. 06



He began a fast pace of burying his cock completely in her and then pulling back only long enough for Brittney to gasp for a short breath. He fucked her mouth relentlessly as Brittney squirmed under him, her eyes watering and her make-up running down her cheeks. When Brittney was about to pass out from lack of air she felt his cock expand and he pushed himself down her throat and held her tight against her. Brittney felt his cock spasm as jet after jet of cum blasted straight down her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, in a fog she was certain that she was about to either orgasm or pass out from the lack of Oxygen.

Neither happened, though, and moments later he pulled his cock out of her mouth and Brittney collapsed on the floor. Her whole body throbbed with need, only to be held at the brink. She barely heard as the man left.

"Wow, that was hot! Who knew you were such a good cock sucker. Ok, only one more to go!" Holly cheered. "Come on, pull yourself together. I'm sure slut can suck one more guy!"

Brittney slowly came to her senses. But with each new cock her body's cravings grew, and she didn't know if she could take another one without losing her mind. Still, from somewhere deep inside her a little fight was left. She sat back up and steadied her breathing just as the fifth guy came in.

She never even saw his face, it was just another cock in front of her and Holly made her beg for it once again. There wasn't anything special about this particular cock, either. Maybe it was a little fatter than average, but not overly so. Maybe it was the slightly curved shape or the scent of it. Or maybe just the overload of sucking so many cocks in a row. Whatever it was, when she took it completely in her mouth she knew she was in trouble. Her body, already desperately on edge, immediately ramped up until her mind was filled with nothing but sex. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her sanity slipping away as her desire for her elusive orgasm consumed her. She moaned around the shaft as it filled her mouth.

She didn't even recall sucking his cock. She just felt it filling her, her mouth and pussy becoming one as every nerve that the cock touched in her mouth sent waves of pleasure inside her pussy as well. On and on it went, stroking in and out of her mouth and at the same time feeling like it was sliding in and out of her pussy. It teased her, drove her tantalizingly close to orgasm. Somewhere as if in a dream she felt him cumming. Streams of cum blasted into her mouth. She tried to swallow. Or maybe she didn't, she wasn't sure. She heard someone screaming out in desire and agony, and realized it was her own voice. Hot cum spilled out of her mouth and dripped down her chest, almost burning her. She felt it pool in her belly button and drip out on its journey downward. She felt it approaching her clit in slow motion. She wanted it, no longer considering the consequences. It oozed closer and Brittney spiraled towards orgasm, a hair's breath away. She cried out in agony, her entire body shaking in need as she thrust her hips out rhythmically, as if slowly fucking a huge cock. Her pussy spasmed again and again, cream steadily dripping from her. The man's cum was about to reach its destination and send her into ecstasy.

And then it was gone!

She felt a presence hovering over her as she continued to hump her hips at nothing, and she slowly opened her eyes, shaking. Holly was standing over her, a big grin on her face. She held her finger over Brittney, the drop of cum that Holly had scooped off of Brittney before it reached her clit was about to drip onto Brittney's lips.

"Aww, time's up! You didn't want to cum, did you? Or maybe you did, cuz you wanted ten more cocks in that dirty mouth of yours. Oh well, no time for that now, maybe next time." Holly wiped the drop of cum on Brittney's lips. "There you go, wouldn't want you to waste any!"

Brittney looked up, not understanding what just happened. She was going to cum, was sure of it, and then it was gone. She licked the cum off of her lips, savoring the taste despite herself. Slowly regaining her senses, she stared at Holly in disbelief. She just couldn't be this cruel, could she? But here Brittney was, kneeling in a puddle of her own cream, shaking with desire, but without reaching orgasm.

"Come on, get up!" Holly ordered her as she dragged Brittney to her feet. She unlocked the cuffs, and Brittney stood unsteadily as she massaged her wrists and shoulders. "Hurry up, get dressed, slut. You can't use this room all night, even though a slut like you probably would like to."

Brittney found her skirt and top, which were wrinkled and stained. She cringed as she put them on, remembering how nice the clothes looked on her at the start of the evening. She had to hold her blouse together since all the buttons were gone, and in a daze and with her head down she followed Holly out to the main room. Her legs were shaking, she reeked with the smell of cum, and her pussy juices were still leaking out and down her thighs.

"Come on, we're going," Holly said to Billy and Tracie, who were sitting at the table. They gawked at the disheveled state of Brittney and then glanced at each other. They then dutifully stood and followed Holly out of the club.

*****

Ted slowly pulled up to the curb with his headlights turned off. Two houses down was Brittney's address. He scanned the street but didn't see anyone. He'd made up his mind to break into Brittney's house and look for evidence of what was happening at BioZene. Surely she had notes that she wasn't sharing with him. Or maybe there would be evidence of BioZene drug testing. Breaking in and finding something was a long shot, he knew, and risky, but could be his best chance at breaking the story. It certainly didn't look like this new Brittney had any chance at writing the story herself.

He was about to get out of his car when he saw a shadow near her house. "What the hell?" he said under his breath. As he watched, he saw a man near the side gate. Ted grabbed his SLR camera. It was dark, but a streak of light from the streetlamp was shining on the gate. He quickly snapped off some pictures, hoping to catch the face of whoever this was.

A moment later the man got through the gate and disappeared into the back yard. Ted scanned the street for anything that looked out of place. A couple houses in front of him was another car. Taking a guess that it was that man's, he snapped a couple more pictures, getting a good shot at the license plate.

A few minutes later Ted saw a flicker of a flashlight across one of the windows. Apparently the man made it inside. He continued to watch, and shortly after that he saw the man exit through the gate and walk quickly to his car. Ted snapped a couple more pictures. Who the hell was this guy, and what was he looking for inside the house? Did someone else know about Brittney?

As Ted was watching the man drive off and contemplating what it meant and what he should do, another pair of headlights panned across his car. Getting nervous that he'd pressed his luck too far, he started his car and quickly made his way out of the neighborhood.

*****

Brittney woke up suddenly, wondering where she was. Mid morning light filtered through the curtains. Then it slowly came back to her. She had been exhausted, barely aware during the drive from the club. Somehow an arrangement was made and Brittney was dropped off at Tracie's place. She remembered something about Holly wanting some time with Billy without Brittney bothering them. And something else? She couldn't remember. She did recall being in Tracie's shower, and that Tracie got in the shower with her. She also remembered the soothing feeling of Tracie's soft soapy hands washing away all traces of the evening's events. Tracie put her in the bed and Brittney was asleep before Tracie had even pulled the covers up.

Now some wonderful smells drifted into the room; Coffee, and bacon. She realized that she was famished. Just as she was about to go find the source of the smells, Tracie entered the room with a tray of food.

"Morning, sweetie! I hope you slept well. And I hope you're hungry," Tracie cheerfully said.

"Starving," Brittney squeaked out. "Thank you."

"Aww, don't mention it. I probably owe it to you anyway. I got carried away last night, I'm afraid."

Brittney just smiled weakly, not really wanting a reminder of anything that happened, and dove into eating breakfast. Everything tasted amazing, like she hadn't eaten in a month. It didn't take long before she downed the last bite of toast and drank the last drop of coffee.

"That was really good, thank you," Brittney said.

Tracie moved the tray to the nightstand and sat next to Brittney. "I really am sorry about last night. That was really over the top. I hope you can forgive me," Tracie said as she put an arm around Brittney and gently caressed Brittney's arm. A shiver went through Brittney at the soft touch.

"It's fine, umm, I'm not mad at you, Tracie. It's just... well, it's been a rough week. And Holly is just such a..." She couldn't finish the sentence, and tears began to fill her eyes.

"Oh honey, it'll be ok. Shh, don't cry. I'll take care of you," Tracie said and pulled Brittney into a hug. It wasn't until then that Brittney realized she was naked. Tracie was wearing a silky nightgown, which was now rubbing across Brittney's bare nipples. Her nipples quickly hardened and poked out from her small tits.

"You are so beautiful, Brittney," Tracie said. She lifted Brittney's chin and looked her in the eyes. Tracie leaned forward, their lips inches apart. Tracie wiped away the tear that was dripping down Brittney's cheek. Brittney gazed into Tracie's clear blue eyes, seeing a kindness that she hadn't felt from anyone in what seemed like forever. Brittney hesitantly moved forward, stopped, and then gently touched her lips to Tracie's. She didn't know why she did it, maybe she was just seeking some form of comfort. And she did find comfort in Tracie's soft lips.

Tracie pressed her lips more firmly to Brittney's and they held the kiss for endless moments. Finally pulling back, Tracie slowly moved her fingertips up Brittney's side and then traced a circle around Brittney's right breast. Brittney shuddered.

"You are just so sexy," Tracie said and kissed Brittney again, darting her tongue out and tickling Brittney's lips. Brittney pulled back from the unwanted intrusion, but also shocked by the sensual feeling of Tracie's soft tongue. Still, she did not want to have these feelings with another girl. 

Tracie pursed her lips at the rejection, but then looked at the collar around Brittney's neck. "Why do you wear this?" Tracie asked.

"Oh, it was a thing for a, umm... for a story I was writing. I guess maybe I should try to remove it," Brittney replied. With all the things that had happened to her recently she'd practically forgot she still had it on. But she didn't know how to take it off, and she had no desire to see the doctor again. But she also didn't know what would happen if she tried to cut it off.

"Try? You mean you don't know how to take it off?"

"Umm, it's sort of locked on," Brittney sheepishly replied. 

"I see..." Tracie replied thoughtfully.

After a moment Tracie tried to kiss Brittney again, but Brittney turned her head away. Tracie instead slowly kissed her way down Brittney's body until she reached a hard nipple. Tracie looked up at Brittney as she lightly flicked her tongue over it. Brittney whimpered and automatically thrust her chest out in response. She didn't want this from Tracie, but it felt too good to stop her.

Brittney felt her body heat up, her nipples ultra sensitive to Tracie's tongue. The pleasure felt natural, as opposed to the forced pleasure inflicted on her by the doctor and Holly. Maybe Holly actually did turn off the program inside her. But she struggled with the fact that it was another woman's lips teasing her nipples. It was wrong, and she needed to get hold of herself before the cravings began to overtake her reasoning.

Tracie moved to Brittney's other nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Brittney moaned and her pussy contracted. Tracie was in no hurry as she continued to nibble and suck both of Brittney's nipples in turn. Brittney's arousal slowly rose higher and higher.

"No, please stop," Brittney pleaded. Tracie looked up at Brittney with smiling eyes and continued working over her nipples. Several more minutes of this resulted in Brittney panting and squirming on the bed. 

"Please, no more," Brittney asked again. Tracie purred but kept up the gentle pleasuring of Brittney's nipples with her tongue.

"Please!" Brittney cried again. Her body was hovering just short of the peak, the soft teasing of her nipples wasn't enough to get her over the edge. She needed to get control of this situation before it got out of hand.

"Stop, please! I should be going now!" Brittney shouted and attempted to get up. But Tracie had her arms tightly around her, holding her in place.

"Mmm, don't worry, I know what you like," Tracie said. She then took both of Brittney's nipples between her fingers and looked up at Brittney again. Their eyes locked, and Brittney squirmed in fear and anticipation. Finally, Tracie pinched both of her nipples hard. 

Brittney cried out and arched her back. "Oh fuck!" she yelled as her pussy spasmed. Tracie continued to squeeze Brittney's nipples, and Brittney was soon teetering on the edge of orgasm. She cried out again but at the moment she was sure to find release, Tracie released her nipples. Brittney was shocked at the intensity of feelings coming from her nipples. Temporarily released from the spell, Brittney squirmed to get away. "Please, we can't do this!"

Tracie had other plans, however, and quickly pushed Brittney back on the bed and climbed on top of her. She sat on Brittney's chest and pinned her arms above her head. 

"Hey!" Brittney shouted. "Let me go!" she said as she tried to rock Tracie off of her.

"Aww, sweetie, not so fast." Tracie slid higher, her nightgown slid up her thighs and her panty covered pussy was now just inches from Tracie's chin.

Brittney shook her head and tried to twist away. Why was Tracie doing this, she questioned. But she couldn't shake Tracie off of her. She detected the faint smell of Tracie's arousal coming through her panties. She knew where this was heading, and fought again to knock Tracie off of her.

"Let me go!" Brittney said again. "I'm not like that! I'm not a lesbian!"

Tracie easily kept her pinned underneath her. "Ok, I guess that's how it has to be," she said disappointedly. As Tracie was speaking she leaned forward, Brittney now staring up at Tracie's ample cleavage. Tracie quickly slipped the cuffs that were hidden at the top of the bed around Brittney's wrists. "You aren't leaving just yet, darlin'. Your mistress sold you to me for the evening, but you were worthless last night. So we're going to have our fun this morning!"

"What!" Brittney shouted and tugged at the bonds now holding her wrists above her head. And then Tracie's words sunk in and she stopped struggling. "She... she sold me to you? She doesn't own me!" she spat.

"Aww sweetie, it looks like she does, actually. I heard what she got you to do with those bachelor party guys. Sounded pretty hot, actually. If I was into guys I'd probably be wishing that it was me instead of you." She produced more cuffs, and soon Brittney's ankles were cuffed and pulled towards each corner of the bed, leaving her naked, spread, open, and at the mercy of Tracie. Brittney whimpered in fear of what was coming next.

Tracie stood and removed her nightgown and panties. Brittney watched, and despite herself couldn't help notice how attractive Tracie was. Tracie climbed on the bed with her head at the opposite end as Brittney's, which gave her full view of Brittney's splayed pussy. Tracie draped one leg over Brittney's, bringing her foot just inches from Brittney's sex. Her fingers idly stroked Brittney's thigh.

"I guess you just need a little motivation before you lick me. Holly warned me about that. But she said you a pretty good pussy licker when you put your mind to it. So I'll just have to figure out what I can do to inspire you. Still, I'm a little offended. I heard that you enjoyed licking her, but you put up such a fight with me. So now I think you'll have to beg me before I let you taste me."

"Please, why are you doing this?" Tracie slid her foot forward until her big toe pressed against Brittney's clit. Brittney gasped. 

"Oh yes, she also told me about how sensitive you are. Don't worry, I know how to treat a girl," Tracie said. She slid her toe gently down Brittney's clit until it pressed against her opening. She wiggled her toe, which soon was slick with Brittney's cream. She pushed forward, her toe slipping inside Brittney. "And as for why, well, if you hadn't fought me I would have been happy to have sweet sex together. But now I'm in the mood to try out what's it like to have a sex slave. Who knows, if I like it I might just see about buying you more often."

"Oh goddd, please! I'm not your slave! Don't do this, I can't take it!" Brittney cried.

"Sure you can! And I want to hear you beg to lick me. But I hope you fight me off for as long as you can, I think I'll enjoy teasing your cute body. And I'm pretty good at teasing girls, if I do say so myself," Tracie said with grin.

Tracie pushed her toe a little further inside Brittney, eliciting another whimper. She slowly fucked her with her toe while Brittney squirmed. After every ten thrusts she withdrew and slid her slippery toe across Brittney's hard clit. By the fourth time Tracie's toe teased her clit Brittney cried out again for her to stop.

"Look at that wet pussy of yours. You're dripping just from my toe. And from a girl toe, no less. Just imagine if that was my tongue instead of my toe. Still think you aren't into girls, sweetie?" Tracie taunted.

Brittney squirmed, but there was no hiding her arousal. "No, I'm... not..." she croaked. 

"Ok sweetie, whatever you say. But I'll be nice, I'll give you a little break." Tracie swung her leg off Brittney and stretched it up towards Brittney's face. "Lick," Tracie commanded as she held her toe in front of Brittney's lips.

Brittney looked at Tracie in shock. She couldn't be asking to lick her toe, could she? That was gross! She stared at Tracie's foot with her bright red toenail polish and her toe slick with her own juices.

"No! That's disgusting!" Brittney said as she turned her head away.

"What am I going to do with you? You've got some fight in you, I'll give you that." Tracie pressed her foot to Brittney's cheek, spreading the wetness on Brittney's face. "Last chance, sweetie," she said. Brittney didn't respond, but kept her head turned away and grimaced as her own juices dried on her cheek.

"Ok then, you asked for it." Tracie held Brittney's right foot in her hand. "You are just perfect, aren't you? Even your feet are pretty." Tracie ran a fingernail along the bottom of Brittney's foot. Brittney screamed and tried to jerk away. Tracie did it again, eliciting another scream from Brittney. 

"Oh god, not that!" Brittney cried. "Please don't tickle me!" Ignoring her, Tracie continued to play her fingernails on Brittney's foot, alternating between firm and gentle strokes. Brittney jerked and twisted uselessly, the tickling forcing laughter from her. She didn't remember being this ticklish before. Probably another 'feature' courtesy of the doctor, she thought.

Tracie stopped long enough to move to the other side of Brittney and repeated the tickling treatment to Brittney's left foot. 

"Please stop!" Brittney cried between fits of laughter. Her ribs were beginning to get sore from the strain. Tracie ignored her as she continued to tickle. After several minutes Tracie returned to tickling Brittney's right foot again.




Clinical Trials Ch. 06



Unable to stand it any longer, Brittney shouted out, "Ok! Just stop!"

Tracie stopped and sat up. She swung over the top of Brittney until she was sitting on Brittney's stomach. Tracie poked her fingers into Brittney's sides and Brittney screamed out again. After several minutes of finding all of Brittney's ticklish spots on her sides and ribs, Tracie slowed her attack. "Ok, tell me," Tracie ordered. 

Brittney twisted uselessly. It was getting harder to breathe between the forced laughter. "Ok, I'll do what you want! Just stop, I can't take it!"

"Tell me what you will do." Brittney hesitated to respond. What did Tracie want, for Brittney to beg to lick her toes? The words wouldn't come out.

"Too slow!" Tracie said and started again with her fingernails against Brittney's sides. Brittney howled and twisted again.

"Ok! Ok! Please!" Brittney begged. Tracie finally stopped and looked up at Brittney.

"Ok, I'll... I'll lick your toe," Brittney squeaked.

"Excellent! We're making progress now, aren't we, sweetie? But let's get my toe nice and slippery again, shall we? Unless, of course, you aren't aroused by my cute toes."

Tracie repositioned herself to press her toe once again against Brittney's clit. After a few gentle strokes, Tracie pushed her toe inside Brittney. Brittney suppressed a moan as Tracie slowly fucked Brittney with her toe. Tracie returned to alternating between stroking Brittney's clit and fucking her with her toe. After about the fifth time with Tracie's toe teasing her clit, Brittney couldn't suppress it anymore and cried out. Her body was hovering on the edge of orgasm once again. She was sure that the nanomaterial was no longer forcing this pleasure on her, it was all just from Tracie's teasing. And that was ten times the agony as before now that her own body and mind were betraying her. She squirmed and twisted to get more contact to reach orgasm. But Tracie was watching her closely, and knew exactly when to slow down and when to stop to prevent Brittney from going over the edge.

"Please!" Brittney cried desperately.

"Aww, sweetie, too much of my girl toes already? You are amazingly sensitive, that's for sure." Tracie pulled her foot away and stretched it up to Brittney's face. Without having to be told, Brittney stuck out her tongue and licked. Tracie just watched, a sweet smile on her face as one of Brittney's barriers fell. Brittney swirled her tongue around her toe, the taste of her own pussy coating her tongue. But while being revolted by the act, somehow the taste of her own cream wasn't so terrible. Tracie pressed her toe into Brittney's mouth and Brittney dutifully sucked it clean.

"Very good, sweetie," Tracie said. She moved her foot back to Brittney's pussy and repeated the same process of teasing Brittney's clit and toe-fucking her opening. 

After several more cycles Brittney cried out again. "Please, no more! I can't take it!" Her pussy steadily dripped and she twisted and squirmed, either to get away or to get more contact, she wasn't sure. Tracie ignored her plea, however. After teasing her a while longer she moved her foot to Brittney's face once again.

Brittney dutifully opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. "Good girl, now you're getting it," Tracie said. Once she was satisfied her toe was clean again, she moved her foot back to Brittney's pussy and resumed her teasing. Brittney was now almost constantly moaning, desperate for release. But Tracie continued to watch Brittney's reactions carefully. Eventually she just rested her toe lightly against Brittney's clit, which was enough to hold her on the edge. For Brittney, the pressure without any friction was even more frustrating. She felt that if Tracie would move her toe just one millimeter she would cum.

Once again Tracie moved her foot to Brittney's mouth. This time when Brittney opened her mouth Tracie stuffed all her toes in. Brittney's eyes flew open as she feared she was going to gag. "That's it, suck all my cute little toes, sweetie," Tracie commanded. 

Satisfied once again, Tracie again moved her foot between Brittney's legs.

"Please! I'll do anything! Just let me cum!" Brittney pleaded.

"Aww, now that's no way for a slave to speak to her mistress! Or maybe I should call you my foot slave." Tracie responded. "It looks like you still need to learn your place." Tracie resumed her slow teasing once again. Brittney groaned and twisted in frustration.

After another round of teasing, Tracie grabbed Brittney's clit between her toes and squeezed. Brittney cried out at the pain, but it also drove her right to the edge one more time. Finally relenting, Brittney pleaded, "Please m... mistress. May I pleasure you?"

"Well, that's getting better, slave. And how do you want to pleasure me?" Tracie asked.

Brittney hesitated. But she couldn't stand any more teasing. She would do anything to get Tracie to release the grip her toes had on her clit. "May I lick your pussy, mistress?" Brittney choked out.

"Well, seeing as you asked so nicely," Tracie smiled. She climbed over Brittney and sat on her chest. "Now be a good girl," she said as she slowly lowered her pussy onto Brittney's waiting tongue. Brittney hesitated only for an instant, then licked Tracie's slit. Tracie was already wet, and Brittney quickly had the taste of her on her tongue.

Brittney tried to lick Tracie the same way she had licked Holly. Tracie didn't like that, however, and quickly took control, directing her on exactly how to pleasure her. Brittney quickly learned, and Tracie was soon moaning as Brittney alternately tickled her clit and pushed her tongue deep inside her. After only a few minutes Tracie grabbed Brittney's face and forcefully rubbed her clit from Brittney's chin up to her nose and back again and again as her pussy gushed in orgasm.

Brittney, assuming that Tracie was satisfied, pulled back and stopped licking. The scent of Tracie coating her face was overwhelming and she fought to find a fresh breath of air. "Oh no you don't, I'm not finished!" Tracie told her. Brittney groaned, but when Tracie moved over her once again Brittney started the same techniques she just learned. Tracie was in no hurry this time, however. After what seemed like forever and with her tongue growing tired, Tracie finally went over the edge again. Brittney's whole face was glistening with Tracie's cream as Tracie sat up.

Tracie climbed off of Brittney and kneeled beside her. "Well, that was reasonably satisfying. But honestly I got the impression you were better than that."

"I'm sorry mistress," Brittney squeaked. 

Tracie placed her hand over Brittney's pussy. "Now does foot slave deserve to cum?"

Brittney wasn't sure how to answer her. Yes, of course she needed to cum, but did she deserve to cum? And was this a trick question? But did she want to cum at the hand of Tracie, who just spent the last two hours teasing and using her? And she cringed at the Tracie's new foot slave nickname for her.

"Ok, I guess the answer is no, then," Tracie replied after Brittney failed to respond. "This has been a bad pussy anyway, hasn't it?" Tracie began to lightly slap Brittney's pussy, which sent shockwaves through Brittney's body. She thrust her hips up and groaned loudly, the pain/pleasure of the impact to her clit quickly drove her to the edge.

"What a needy slut you are! You could cum just from me spanking your big clit!" Tracie stopped. "But you're right, I don't think you deserve to cum. Maybe when you get home you can ask Holly if you can cum. Anyway, I don't have time for any more playing, I've got errands to run. You wait here while I get ready, ok?"

Panting in need, Brittney stared up at her in disbelief as she watched Tracie get up and step into the bathroom. She tugged desperately at her bindings. "Let me go!" she shouted. When she got no response, she shouted again. "You fucking bitch!"

Tracie stuck her head back into the bedroom. "You better watch your tongue, sweetie. You're going to pay for that little outburst next time I get you," Tracie warned.



Clinical Trials Ch. 07



It took all morning for Doctor Jennifer Drake to get any of the Fed's to answer their phone. Sure it was Saturday, but so what. She needed to get control of Brittney back.

"Agent Sanders," the voice on the phone said.

"Yes, agent Sanders, this is Doctor Jennifer Drake with BioZene. I have a critical situation that I need help with."

"And what might that be, Doctor Drake?"

"Your men have confiscated all our computer equipment. I have a critical experiment running that requires me to access data on one of those servers," she responded.

"Mmhmm," he grunted.

"I need someone to give me access right away. It's very important!" She wasn't sure he understood the importance of her request.

"I see," he replied. "And what information do you need access to?"

"It's nothing of interest to your investigation. It's for my research, and the information is time sensitive. Months of work will be lost if I don't get it. You wouldn't want to be responsible for millions of dollars of potential lost revenue if I don't get this data, would you?"

He paused, thinking. This clearly sounded fishy. "I'm afraid I can't do that, ma'am."

"Look, I need this right away! It's just some data, nothing to do with your investigation." 

"Sorry ma'am. I don't have the authority to release any of the documents at this time," he calmly responded.

"Who's your boss, agent? I'll talk to him then," she threatened.

"That would be director Thomas, ma'am. But I'm afraid he on vacation in the Bahama's until Tuesday. I can give him your message when he returns, if you'd like."

"Now listen, I need this right away! You don't understand! That damned raid with your stupid men stomping all through BioZene was probably illegal anyway. Did you actually have a warrant?" The doctor was pissed.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't release any files. Is there anything else I can help you with?" he replied.

"No, you impotent bastard, there isn't!" Doctor Drake punched the button on her phone to hang up. "Shit!" she shouted.

*****

After her shower Tracie returned to the bedroom and to Brittney, who was still spread on the bed with her arms and legs in cuffs. Brittney glared at Tracie but refrained from saying anything. 

"You need something to wear. I threw away that tattered top from last night, but lucky for you I have some extra things," Tracie said as she sat next to her on the bed. "Now how's that cute pussy of yours doing?" Tracie traced her fingernail up and down Brittney's clit a couple times. Brittney groaned and thrust her hips up involuntarily. Within moments her clit was throbbing in need. "Please!" Brittney begged.

Tracie stopped. "Please what? Please stop because you're not a lesbian and you don't want a girl to make you cum? Or please keep going, because you like girls and you want to cum for me?"

Brittney shook her head back and forth, struggling to answer. No, she wasn't a lesbian! But she was so horny, she just wanted to cum, even if was at the hands of Tracie.

"No answer? Ok, I'll just assume you don't want to cum. Just as I thought, though. You are still as horny as ever. Truly amazing. I don't think we can trust you to make it home without you playing with yourself. Would you like that? Would you play with yourself and cum while I watched you? I think that would be really hot, don't you? But my new foot slave doesn't really deserve to cum after calling me a bitch, now does she?"

"Please! I'm sorry!" Brittney whined.

"It's too late for apologies, sweetie. You had your chance." Tracie moved to the end of the bed and removed the cuffs around Brittney's ankles. "Turn over onto your stomach," Tracie ordered. Afraid to disobey and fairly helpless with her hands still cuffed above her head, Brittney obediently rolled over. 

"That's a cute ass you have! I think next time I'll have to pay more attention to it," Tracie commented. She proceeded to slap both of Brittney's ass cheeks a couple of times. Brittney cried out in surprise as Tracie's handprints showed clearly on Brittney's reddened ass. 

Tracie climbed on top of Brittney and sat on her back. She unhooked the cuffs around her wrists, pulled Brittney's arms back, and slid the sleeves of a white top up her arms. Before Brittney could fight back and get free Tracie refastened the cuffs to Brittney's wrists, this time behind her back.

"No, please! Just let me go!" Brittney begged when she realized what Tracie had done.

"Shh, calm down. I'm going to take you home. I just don't want you to get any ideas along the way. Now get up," Tracie ordered.

Brittney awkwardly rolled over and swung her feet off the bed, then stood up shakily. 

"I'm afraid this top might be a little small," Tracie said as she pulled it closed and began to fasten the buttons. "It was my little sister's, but she grew out of it. Hmm, I guess we'll have to leave the top buttons open," Tracie said as she tugged at the top. Brittney's small breasts were pressing tightly against the material and her nipples were clearly visible. Tracie leaned down and held Brittney's mini-dress from the night before so that Brittney could step into it. 

Brittney was going to ask about underwear, but thought better of it. But no matter how often she was deprived of her panties she couldn't used to the exposed feeling she got without them. Tracie next helped her put her high heels back on. "Ok, all ready to go," Tracie said. Brittney looked down at herself. She was reminded of how she looked leaving Packard's office the other day looking like a prostitute. And now with her hands cuffed behind her, what were people going to think when they saw her?

"Can't we just take the cuffs off? I'll be good," Brittney pleaded.

"I give you clothes, help you dress, and offer to take you home, and this is that the thanks I get? I could just let you take the bus, I bet you'd like to show yourself off in front of a bunch of strangers. Now I think foot slave needs to thank me properly. Get down there and kiss my feet!" Tracie ordered.

"What! No, come on, just let me go!"

In a sudden movement, Tracie pinned her against the bedpost and moved her hand up her skirt and between Brittney's legs. She once again began slapping Brittney's clit. Brittney cried out. "You really aren't in a position to disobey me. Now I can go back to teasing your clit for the rest of the morning, but I'd have to rearrange my schedule, which would really piss me off. I don't think you want me in a mood, do you, slave?"

Her clit throbbing once again and her pussy leaking down her leg, Brittney squirmed to get away. "Ok! Please, just stop!"

"My, my! Look at how juicy my fingers are just from that little spanking," Tracie said as she stopped slapping Brittney's clit and lifted her fingers in front of Brittney's face. "Yeah, sweetie doesn't like girls, uh uh, so I better stop. I bet I could make you cum just by spanking your clit. Maybe we should try that next time. Ok, get on with it then. Show me your gratitude and maybe I'll take you home now."

Beaten, Brittney slunk down to her knees and leaned forward. With her hands trapped behind her she struggled to get low enough to reach Tracie's feet. She finally managed, and with her ass in the air her short dress slid up and exposed her ass cheeks. She tentatively kissed the top of Tracie's foot.

"Keep going, you haven't convinced me yet," Tracie ordered.

Hating to be put in this embarrassing position, but seeing no alternative, Brittney began kissing Tracie's foot from her toes to her ankle. After a few minutes Tracie moved her other foot in front of Brittney, and Brittney dutifully repeated her foot worship.

Finally satisfied, Tracie leaned down and spanked Brittney exposed ass cheeks, and then stepped back. "That was acceptable, foot slave. Come on, get up," Tracie said and pulled Brittney up and then pushed her towards the front door.

*****

"Hello?" Doctor Drake spoke into her phone.

"Hi doctor! This is Holly." Holly replied. "So nice to speak to you again. I do hope you've been doing well."

"What do you want?" the doctor replied tersely, recognizing Holly's voice. 

"Oh, don't be like that! I was hoping we could be friends. Or maybe even partners! I do so love what you've done to Brittney!"

"Fat chance. Now what do you want?" the doctor replied, anger now in her voice. She was losing her cool way too easily, she knew. She took a deep breath.

"Ok, be that way. But I think you'll come around. I have a business proposal for you. You see, while you've done some great things, you really fell down on the programming side. I'm willing to sell you my new Brittney program for a reasonable fee. And perhaps after you see it we can negotiate for some future perks," Holly added.

The doctor paused, trying to figure out where this was heading. "Uh, huh. How much?" she asked.

"Yes, right to the point. I figured that you'd be direct about it. So, there's my time and effort, and of course my expertise. And then there's a matter of confidentiality, as I'm sure you wouldn't want your competitors to get their hands on Brittney and my code."

"I should have figured as much. You want to blackmail me. And what is your price?" the doctor asked.

"Blackmail! No, of course not! I'm just looking for compensation in line with the value I've added to Brittney, and for my time and trouble. Now I'd say fifty thousand dollars is reasonable," Holly stated.

"Uh huh, right. You're crazy. And you think I have that kind of cash on me."

"Oh, I can be reasonable. After all, I still think I can convince you to bring me in as a partner. Today is Sunday, so I'll give you til tomorrow when the banks are open. You bring me the money and I'll hand over the code," Holly replied.

The gears were turning in the doctor's head. Partnership? No way, she could never trust Holly. But she needed to play along to buy some time, and then figure out a way out of this. And the offer for a partnership was surely just another way for Holly to milk the doctor of more money.

"And what about Brittney? I need control of her back," said the doctor.

"Well, we can negotiate that when we meet. I'd really like to keep her a while longer, she is such fun to have around. And I think she's a gold mine of opportunity, if you get my drift. And like I said, I think there's a partnership in our future, so Brittney is just a stepping stone to greater things. In the big picture you don't need Brittney, you need me. You've got the doctor skills, but given time I can really make your product into something valuable," Holly responded.

Doctor Drake didn't like this at all. The wheels were turning in her head on how to best deal with Holly. For now she needed to buy some time and string her along. "Fine. Tomorrow afternoon, 4pm. Casey's Tavern," the doctor replied.

"Excellent! I look forward to meeting the genius behind Brittney's modifications!" Holly cheerily replied.

Doctor Drake hung up without replying. She punched in another number into her phone.

"Yeah," came the gruff reply.

"Did you get what I asked for?" the doctor asked.

"I got it."

"Good, bring it by in an hour," the doctor said and hung up.

*****

Tracie pulled up in front of Brittney's house. "I had a great time, sweetie. I hope we can do this again soon. I just can't get enough of that cute body of yours!"

Tracie reached over and stroked Brittney's thigh softly. She ran her hand higher until she reached Brittney's short dress as Brittney squirmed to get away. Not stopping there, however, Holly slid her hand higher, pushing the short dress up Brittney's thigh until her pussy was exposed.

"Mmm, so nice!" Tracie cooed as she slid her finger along Brittney's clit and then downward until her finger dipped inside Brittney's wetness. "And sooo responsive!" Tracie excitedly said as Brittney groaned.

"You are still so wet! But sadly I must let you go. Now where is that key?" It was then that she noticed a man working in the yard next door. He was young, well built, tall, and tan.

"Oooh baby, who's your neighbor?"

"Oh god, now what?" Brittney thought to herself.

"I don't know, just some guy. I think his dad bought him the house for while he's going to ASU," Brittney nervously responded.

"Well, he's pretty cute, isn't he? What's his name? Have you guy's hooked up?" Tracie asked.

"No! He's like 19 years old I think. It's Josh, I think. Not my type," Brittney responded.

"Nonsense! I bet you'd get along. And I'm sure he's attracted to you. Come on, let's find out!" Tracie said as she rolled down her window.

"No!" Brittney screamed. She squirmed in the seat and tried to get her dress to cover herself, but was only able to shimmy it down about an inch until her pussy was just barely out of view.

"Hey Josh! Got a minute?" Tracie shouted out the window.

"No, please don't!" Brittney whispered. But it was no use as Josh was already walking over to Tracie's car window.

"Hi Josh, how's it going? I'm Tracie. And I think you know your neighbor Brittney," Tracie said cheerfully as she stuck her hand out and shook Josh's hand.

"Hey, what's up?" Josh replied. His eyes were immediately drawn to Brittney. He first noticed her enticing exposed thighs, and then her nipples that were clearly poking through the tight top. Finally he noticed that her arms were twisted behind her back, which he found strange.

"Well Josh, I was just dropping Brittney off. She was telling me earlier about a hot neighbor guy, and I figured it must be you she was talking about."

Brittney turned away, red with embarrassment. She wanted to run away, she couldn't believe Tracie was saying these things about her.

"No kidding?" Josh replied, trying to act cool, but clearly his interest was peaked talking to two hot looking girls. "Hey Brittney, I've seen you around, but we've never really been introduced." Josh reached his hand into the car in an attempt to shake her hand.

"Oh, sorry hun. That's actually what I need your help with. It's a little embarrassing, but I just can't seem to work the lock on her cuffs. I was hoping you could help us out," Tracie responded.

Brittney's panic rose higher. "No, that's ok, he doesn't need to help!"

"Nonsense sweetie. He's a big strong man, I'm sure he can get them unlocked for you. Now just sit tight for a second." Josh backed up as Tracie opened her door and got out of the car.

"Follow me, Josh," she said as she walked around to the other side of the car, opened Brittney's door, and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Here, Josh, can you help her up out of the car? It's a little awkward for her," Tracie stated.

"Sure, I'd be happy to," he said. Brittney made no attempt to move, however. 

"Come on sweetie, we don't have all day. Remember, you don't want to upset me again, do you?" Tracie asked.

Brittney stewed for a few seconds, but finally swung her legs out of the car. She tried to keep her knees together, but it was just too awkward. With her dress riding up her thighs and her legs spread, her bare snatch was in clear view for Josh to see. Josh was quick to notice and stared open mouthed. Brittney desperately tried to scoot out of the seat and stand, but only succeeded in sliding her dress even further up. She shrieked in horror. 

"Oh sweetie, you're going to make Josh uncomfortable exposing yourself like that! Josh, help her up, will you?

Josh finally recovered and grabbed Brittney by the arm and got her on her feet. Brittney desperately wanted to run into the house and get away from both of them. Holly grabbed her cuffed wrists, however, and spun her around. "See, the lock seems to be sticky, I just couldn't get it to open," Holly told Josh. "Here, you try," she said and handed him the key.

Josh lifted the cuffs and inserted the key. He turned the key and the lock clicked open easily.

"Oh my! Well would you look at that! You just have the magic touch, Josh!" Tracie moved in front of Brittney and removed the cuffs. "I just can't thank you enough. And I'm sure Brittney wants to thank you too. Don't you?" she said to Brittney.

Just wanting to get this over with, Brittney squeaked out with her head down, "Thanks Josh."

"Oh it's no problem at all! Anything you need, just let me know!" Josh excitedly replied.

"That's so sweet of you, Josh!" Tracie replied. "Maybe Brittney will take you up on that offer." Tracie spun Brittney around to face Josh. Brittney's eyes immediately noticed the tenting of Josh's shorts from his growing member. She wanted to look away, knew that she should, but somehow just continued to stare as her desperate pussy ached with desire.

Tracie moved in close until her breasts were pressing against Brittney's back. She wrapped her arms around Brittney as she whispered conspiratorially to Josh. "You know Josh, I should let you in on a little secret," she said as her hands slid higher on Brittney's body. "When you get Brittney in bed with you, the one thing that really turns her on is when you pinch her nipples really hard, like this..." 

Tracie grabbed Brittney's nipples through the thin material and pinched both of them. Brittney squealed in shock, but shock was quickly replaced by a throbbing need. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her knees nearly collapsed as she groaned. Her pussy contracted, rising toward the peak. She vaguely realized that Josh was staring at her in this vulnerable state, but her muscles couldn't do anything about it. She just needed to cum. Pain and pleasure continued to shoot through her nipples as her cream began to drip down her thigh.

After what seemed like an eternity to Brittney, Holly let go of her nipples. Brittney was left at the edge without going over, and was now standing inches away from her neighbor. 

"Well, you two have fun, I've got to get going. See you later sweetie," she said as she patted Brittney on the ass. "See you Josh," she said as she winked at him.

Finally free of Tracie, Brittney hobbled on her high heels towards her house, leaving Josh standing there alone.

"Hey, where are you going?" Josh called to her. Brittney ignored him. She still had enough dignity left to not just fuck her neighbor. She needed to get a hold of herself.

"Ok, well, let's get together some time. Just come on over whenever you want." Josh called to her.

Once in the house, Brittney went directly towards her room, hoping to avoid Holly and maybe relieve the ache in her pussy while in the shower. Unfortunately for Brittney, Holly was in the living room.

"Hey, it's about time you got home. You're chores aren't going to get done by themselves," Holly taunted. "By the way, did you have a good time with Tracie? Aren't you going to thank me for hooking you two up and releasing control on your little pussy?"

Brittney fumed but didn't say anything. Grateful to Holly? Never. And certainly not after the morning she had with Tracie. She made a move towards her room but Holly grabbed her arm.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you get a little cummy with Tracie?"

"No!" Brittney spat out, but immediately regretting telling Holly this fact. Tracie looked at her in surprise.

"What? No? Boy, you must have pissed her off! You sure have a way with people, I must say! Well you must be really desperate by now," Holly chuckled. "Oh, and that reminds me," she said as she pulled out her phone. "You're free time is over, time to lock down that little cunt of yours. We wouldn't want any accidents. Now if you are really nice then maybe I'll give you a little cum later." Holly pressed a couple buttons and then put her phone away. Brittney groaned, realizing her orgasms were now locked away and under Holly's control again.

"Please, just let me take a shower," Brittney pleaded.

"Oh fine. I need to run a couple errands anyway. But don't dawdle, I expect the house to be spotless when I return," Holly ordered. "Here, I'll give you a little reminder until I return." Holly pulled out her phone again. "There, let's try a setting of five, that should keep you on your toes," Holly grinned.




Clinical Trials Ch. 07



Brittney's clit immediately started to tingle and her nipples harden. She suppressed a groan as she shot daggers at Holly with her eyes.

"Yes, perfect. Have fun, I'll be back soon. I have a surprise for you later," Holly purred.

Holly turned and walked out the front door, and Brittney finally made it to her room. She stepped into the bathroom and caught a look at herself in the mirror. "Shit!" she cursed. She saw the reflection of a perfect fuck toy. Her top clung tightly to her tits and her hard nipples poked through. Her darker areola were clearly visible through the thin white material. Her skin was flushed, even more obvious in contrast to her white top. Her skirt was still riding up too high on her thighs, her ass cheeks nearly exposed. And her high heels accentuated her shapely legs and put her in a perfect 'fuck me' pose.

"Shit!" she cursed again as she realized her neighbor Josh saw her in this state. "Now he thinks I'm a big slut too," she murmured. Turning away, she quickly undressed and turned on the shower.

Once in the shower Brittney let the warm water stream over her body. The feeling was exquisite, every nerve sending encouraging feedback to her brain to continue. With her arousal already set to simmer thanks to Holly, the jets of water only enhanced the effect. She grabbed the soap and washcloth and lathered up her body. When the cloth swept across her nipples she groaned. She rubbed the washcloth over her nipples again, aching for more. Her body ramped up as she continued to tease her nipples.

She moved her hands downward, washing between her legs. "Oh fuck!" she cried as the cloth tickled her clit. She continued to lather between her legs as her arousal rose higher. Dropping the washcloth, she spread her legs and let the jets of water spray directly against her clit. She groaned again as her pussy contracted. Her legs began to shake as her arousal peaked. She knew she couldn't orgasm, but the pleasure coursing through her was too addicting to stop. She kept teasing her clit even though she knew it would only make her situation worse in the end.

Her clit was throbbing and her pussy on fire as Brittney's leg continued to shake. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck" she shouted over and over. And still the orgasm would not come. Her legs were getting weak, and eventually she couldn't hold herself open anymore. She collapsed to the bottom of the shower and cried as her arousal slowly dropped back down.

Brittney eventually got dressed and set to work cleaning the house. She wore a loose fitting pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She was going to go without a bra, but every movement caused her shirt to rub against her nipples, sending a jolting reminder of her aroused state. She would have gone without panties, but with her body set to simmer she needed her panties to capture the wetness that was constantly seeping out of her pussy.

While she was cleaning the house her thoughts strayed to sex. Whenever she passed by a window facing Josh's house she looked over and wondered what would happen if she just went up and rang the doorbell. Would he fuck her? Or would he force her to suck his shaft until he came in her mouth? Did he have a big cock? Each time that her thoughts were invaded she shook her head and tried to concentrate on finding a way out of this mess. But no sooner was one image gone that another took over. She thought of Tracie, and pictured herself over her lap while she spanked her ass. Next she thought of Billy, his big cock exploding cum down her throat while he leered down at her with that stupid grin of his.

By now her panties were soaked, and she was almost hoping that Holly would return on the chance that she would let her cum. She immediately cursed herself for such a thought, and hated that she was becoming dependent of Holly. She began to get apprehensive about what surprise Holly had in store for her.

She was still trying to fight off these lewd thoughts when she realized that her arousal level had jumped higher. She cupped her nipples to try to relieve the fire that was now emanating from them. At the same time her pussy contracted, aching to be filled. She dropped down onto the couch and spread her legs. Her hips slowly pumped upwards and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh god, please!" she begged. "Please let me cum!" In the back of her mind she knew she was being manipulated by Holly, but her body didn't care. The pleasure was just too intense and all rational thought left her. She pushed down her sweats until they were bunched around her ankles and began rubbing her clit through her panties.

She was so lost in her fantasies and the pleasure so intense that she didn't hear when Holly walked into the room. She didn't realize that Holly was now sitting in the chair opposite her, watching the erotic scene and listening to her pleas.

"Well, well, well!" Holly finally spoke. "What have we here? I ask you to finish your chores, and I find you on the couch rubbing your dirty cunt. What am I going to do with you?"

Brittney heard Holly's voice, and realizing the position she was in was shocked into regaining a small amount of composure. She stopped rubbing herself and closed her legs. Her eyes tried to focus and she tried to speak, but all that came out was a gurgled moan.

Holly rose from her chair and stood over Brittney. "You are one worthless housekeeper. We'll just have to find some other value in keeping you around. Now get down on the floor, NOW!" she commanded as she grabbed Brittney's arm and pulled her off the couch. Brittney's legs were too weak to support her, and with her sweats bunched around her ankles she fell to the floor and curled up on her side. "Please let me cum!" she croaked. Her body was on fire and she no longer cared that she was begging Holly for an orgasm.

"Aww, do you need a little cummy? And did you finish all your chores? It sure doesn't look like it. Get on your back!" Holly ordered. Brittney reluctantly rolled onto her back and looked up fearfully at Holly. "I've got a little present for you," Holly said as she reached for her bag. When Brittney saw what she took out of the bag she squirmed and tried to crawl away. Holly easily stopped her and sat down on Brittney's chest.

"Yes, isn't it a beauty? Nice and long and hard. And black. I bet you like them black, don't you? Let's see how this works," Holly stated. She was holding a large black dildo. At the base of the dildo was a ball and some straps. "Open wide!"

Brittney shook her head from side to side, trying to avoid Holly putting the ball in her mouth. "Sit still!" Holly ordered, and reached behind her and slapped Brittney's dripping pussy several times. Brittney squealed, and as she did so Holly stuffed the ball into her mouth, stretching her jaw open. Holly proceeded to wrap the straps of the dildo behind Brittney's head and cinched them tight. "Excellent! Now don't move!" Holly commanded.

Brittney struggled to get used to the ball gag stretching her jaw open. She stared up past what appeared to be a monstrous black cock jutting out of her mouth. Her apprehension grew as she watched Holly removed her shorts and panties. Holly quickly sat back down on Brittney's chest and began stroking the plastic cock with her hand. "Mmmm, it's nice and big. This is your own fault, you know. After your show last night, I came back home needing a good fuck. But Billy, that worthless prick, lasted about two minutes after watching your performance on stage. Now I've been on edge all day. But then I thought, hey, what about Brittney? I bet she'd be happy to help me out! So I found this toy and am just dying to try it out!"

Brittney groaned through the dildo gag and twisted underneath Holly. But with her arms pinned beneath Holly's knees her attempts to get away were fruitless. Holly rose up higher on her knees, grabbed the dildo, and pointed it at her wet opening. She sunk down an inch, then two. Brittney watched in with a combination of awe and horror as she saw the large black phallus spread Holly open. A spasm jolted Brittney's pussy.

"Mmmm, yes! It's so big! I bet you like the view down there, don't you?" Holly chided. Holly slid down a few more inches, then rose back up, trying to get used to the size. She settled down a little further on the next thrust, and rose back up again. One more thrust and about half of the black cock was inside her. Holly moaned.

"Shit yeah, this is good. I could get used to this!" She reached behind her and slapped Brittney's panty covered pussy again. "What about you? Are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

Brittney twisted to try to get away from Holly's hand. Her clit was throbbing, and every slap from Holly would have driven her over the edge to orgasm if it weren't for the nanomaterial's control over her. She watched helplessly as Holly began a steady rhythm of sliding up and down the cock. From her vantage point she could see Holly's cream coating the monster. 

Holly moaned, her orgasm fast approaching. She quickened her thrusts and grabbed Brittney's hair to pull her head up in time with her thrusting hips.

"Shit!" Holly cried. She bounced up and down even faster but still had only just over half of the dildo inside her. After several minutes, Holly screamed out as her orgasm rocked her.

"Wow!" Holly cried after recovering. "That' was sooo good!" She lifted her body up and off the dildo. Brittney groaned in relief, hoping the ordeal was over. But her arousal was still at a peak, and she hoped Holly would have some mercy on her and let her cum now that she was satisfied. But with the gag still in her mouth all she could do was plead with her eyes as a whimper came from her throat.

But instead of getting up, Holly turned around and straddled Brittney, facing down her body. Brittney shook her head desperately, the dildo wagging in the air and slapping at Holly's thighs.

"Sit still!" Holly ordered as she dropped herself down. Holly reached between her legs and guided the black monster to her opening once again. She groaned as she slowly let it fill her up. She stopped when it was about half way in again, but instead of lifting up, Holly began a slow descent. Brittney could only watch as Holly's ass came closer and closer to her face.

Millimeter by millimeter more of the cock filled Holly. Brittney tried to scream through the gag as she realized her nose was closer and closer to being nestled between Holly's ass cheeks. She could barely move, however, with Holly's thighs keeping her head trapped. 

With the phallus finally completely buried inside Holly's pussy, Holly whimpered. She'd never had anything this deep inside her, and the fullness that at first was uncomfortable was quickly turning to intense pleasure. She began a slow rhythm of rising up an inch, and quickly dropping back down again. 

"Fuck!" Holly cursed as she was stretched open. She began lifting a little higher off the cock before dropping back down more forcefully. Brittney could only watch in agony as Holly's ass dropped down on her face again and again.

"Are you still with me down there?" Holly taunted. Brittney could only grunt in response. But then suddenly her clit burst with a jolt of pain and pleasure. Brittney screamed through the gag and tried to twist away. Another shock, and she screamed again. She couldn't see, but Holly had removed the belt from her shorts and was swinging it down between Brittney's legs, targeting her panty covered pussy.

Another strike from the belt drove another scream from Brittney. Her whole world had shrunk down to the intense feelings emanating from between her legs and the sight of Holly's pussy being stretched open above her face by the large cock. Her panties were now completely saturated and her cream puddled on the floor beneath her. Another slap, and another. Brittney was now thrusting her hips up to meet each strike of the belt. Again she would have cum instantly but the nanomaterial kept it's hold on her.

Holly finally stopped whipping Brittney and began roughly bouncing up and down on the cock The power trip of whipping Brittney's pussy while she twisted and groaned underneath her drove Holly's pleasure to new heights. 

As Brittney's pussy teetered on the edge or orgasm, a wave of jealousy overtook her as she watched Holly's juices cover the shaft, slowly drip down to the base, and finally drip onto Brittney's lips and cheeks. Holly rode the cock harder and harder, constantly moaning and cursing. Brittney wanted to be the one with the cock filling her up, riding it to orgasm after orgasm. But instead she lay in frustration while Holly took her pleasure. Holly finally screamed out and dropped down onto the shaft as her orgasm overtook her.

It took several minutes before Holly recovered enough to sit up. As she sat up straight her ass nearly completely blocked Brittney's nose, and she twisted desperately to get air. 

"Aww, what's the matter? Don't you like sniffing my butt?" Holly rocked further back, completely cutting off Brittney's air. Holly laughed, and finally relented and slowly slid the cock out of her gaping pussy. She sat beside Brittney and removed the straps and pulled the ball out of Brittney's mouth. Brittney was still gasping for breath, and worked her jaw to relieve the tension.

"One more housekeeping task for you," Holly said as she turned the dildo around and pointed it at Brittney's mouth. Before she could react, Holly had shoved the tip of the dildo into her mouth. "That's it, lick it clean," Holly ordered.



Clinical Trials Ch. 08



Author's note: This chapter might be a little shorter than normal. I had hopes of wrapping things up in this chapter, but I have a few too many loose ends to close. So now I hope to end with chapter 9, and I'll try not to take too long to finish. 

Keg

*****

Brittney Banyard couldn't sleep. She lay in bed and played her day back in her head. After her roommate Holly had forced her to lick the dildo clean of Holly's juices and made Brittney gag by thrusting the massive shaft down her throat, Holly dialed Brittney's arousal level back down to five and told her to make dinner, leaving her horny and in need once again. But even prior to that, Brittney had been aroused and teased to the breaking point all day. First it was Tracie, who mercilessly teased her to the edge and denied her orgasm. After Tracie forced Brittney to lick Tracie to a couple orgasms, Tracie took her home with her wrists cuffed behind her back, and then teased her in front of her neighbor. Then all afternoon she was forced into a highly aroused state by the nanomaterial, and she was unable to stop herself from masturbating even knowing she couldn't cum. When Holly came back home she cranked up Brittney's arousal to the max as she rode the dildo strapped to Brittney's face to several orgasms. In all she'd been teased to the edge of orgasm countless times without relief. To top it all off, after Brittney had retired to her room, an hour later Holly barged in and sat on Brittney's face and forced Brittney to lick her to two more orgasms.

Now as she lay in bed and her pussy leaked and pulsed with need and the smell of Holly's cream still filled her nose, she was sure she was losing her mind. She could no longer think straight enough to concentrate on finding a way out of this mess, her only thoughts were on how horny she was and how she might find relief. She would beg Holly, do anything for her, if she thought there was any chance of Holly giving her a much needed orgasm. But she knew there was no hope, certainly not this late at night, and she hated herself for even considering stooping as low as that.

At some point she finally dozed off. But instead of restful sleep, she was tortured with dreams of big cocks filling her pussy and of being smothered by Holly's ass. She woke up countless times through the night, each time finding that her fingers had made their way inside her panties to tease her throbbing clit. And each time she cried with the agony of knowing she couldn't orgasm.

Morning finally came, and she was awoken by Holly slapping her face. 

"Get up, slut. Time to make me breakfast," Holly ordered. "Sheesh, you stink! At least wash up a bit first! But hurry up about it! I've got a big day today."

*****

Darnus walked up to the front door of Doctor Drake's home. He was haggard, with bags under his eyes and three days of unshaven whiskers on his face. He hadn't slept well in days, worrying about the situation with BioZene and with Doctor Drake. She said she would take care of the issue, that he had it under control. But she had begun ill advised clinical trials on the patient Brittney, and then lost control of her. The doctor wasn't telling him everything, but based on her actions he figured that the problem was even bigger now, which meant there was more risk of exposure. Until this was all behind them he wasn't going to be comfortable. He decided to visit the doctor to try to get a better understanding of what was happening, and see if there was anything he could do to take control of his own destiny. The door opened and the doctor stepped aside to let Darnus in.

"You look like shit," she commented.

"Well, any update on contacting the Fed's? Do you have control over the patient yet?" Darnus abruptly asked as he followed her through the house.

"The Fed's are out of the picture, I don't think we want to give them any more reason to poke around in our affairs. I have another plan," the doctor stated.

They walked into the exercise room, and Darnus was shocked at the sight. The center of the room had been cleared of exercise equipment, and what sat there instead was what appeared to be an operating table. Next to it was a smaller table that was stacked with equipment and containers.

"What the hell?" he blurted out.

"I told you I'm going to take care of it! Now why did you come here?"

"This is taking care of it? What the hell do you have planned? Is this for Brittney?" Darnus shouted.

"No, it's not! And don't you worry about it, I said I'd take care of it. By tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Now I have a lot of work to do, so unless you have anything useful to say I suggest you leave."

"If not for Brittney, then who? Who else is involved? This is completely out of control! I don't want any part of whatever you have in mind here," Darnus spat out.

"Fine. I'm busy, let yourself out, Darnus," she said as she turned her focus back to the items on the table.

Darnus stood there for a moment, making up his mind. He reached into his pocket, and on the way out the door discretely dropped a small device into the potted plant next to the door.

A few minutes after Darnus drove off, Jack emerged from a back room and entered the exercise room. He considered asking about Darnus, but really wasn't all that interested. If the doctor needed him to do her dirty work, her was fine with that, especially since she paid him well. But he knew to not to meddle in her affairs.

"How's it going?" Jack asked nonchalantly. 

"Everything is in order," Doctor Drake replied.

"Good, so the samples I obtained for you were acceptable?" he asked.

"Yes, good. I trust you didn't have any issues getting them from the house?"

"Of course not. They went to a strip club. I was in and out quickly. No issues," he replied.

"Good. And you have the preparations ready for this afternoon?" she asked.

"Yes. Everything is ready."

"Ok. You should take off for a while. I'll let you know when I'm on the way," she told him.

"Very well, I'll be waiting your call."

Jack turned and left. He was feeling good, happy to have another payday with the doctor.

*****

Brittney had made breakfast for Holly, and then took a shower to clean up. After her shower, Holly barged into Brittney's bedroom just as Brittney was getting dressed.

"Eww, you are NOT wearing that today!" Holly reprimanded, looking at the baggy sweats she had on. She walked over to Holly's dresser and yanked open the top drawer.

"Hey! That's my stuff!" Brittney cried.

Ignoring her, Holly continued to search until she found the items that suited her. "Here, put these on. We are going shoe shopping this morning. Hurry up." Holly walked out without waiting for a response.

Brittney stared at the items Holly picked out. She had selected a cotton pull-over top that clung tightly to her body, a skirt that thankfully was around mid thigh length, and a red thong panty. Knowing she had little chance at successfully resisting Holly's demands, Brittney slid out of the sweats she had chosen and slipped on Holly's selections. The tiny panties barely covered her, and the string between her ass cheeks was not something she was used to wearing. Her pussy was still kept at an arousal level that left her constantly wet, and she was worried the small patch of material would soon be soaked through.

Holly had left the room without picking out shoes for Brittney. She looked through her options, wanting to pick out something practical and comfortable. But she figured if she made the wrong choice Holly would be mad at her again. She finally decided on a pair of wedges with a four inch heel. She slipped them on and headed to the living room.

Holly drove them downtown in her car. The stores along the street were fairly empty of customers. The locals were mostly at work, and the tourists hadn't flooded the shops yet. Holly led Brittney through two stores, quickly looked around, and not seeing what she was looking for just as quickly exited, dragging Brittney behind her.

The third store was absent of other customers, and had just one worker looking bored behind the counter. He was middle aged, balding, and not thrilled about being given the opening shift where he wasn't going to make any decent commissions. He looked up as the two women walked in and tried to assess his chances at a decent sale. He concluded it was still hopeless.

"Can I help you find anything?" he asked.

Holly walked up to him and read his name tag. "Perhaps, Rodger. My friend here needs some new shoes."

"Very well, you've come to the right place. Anything in particular you are looking for?" Rodger asked, trying not to sound annoyed at the concept of them coming to a shoe store because they needed shoes.

"Yes we are. You see, Brittney here is just getting started on a career as a professional stripper. She needs some shoes appropriate for this," Holly replied. 

"No I'm not!" Brittney squealed, turning red in front of the salesman.

"Shush!" Holly scolded Brittney. "Now what would you suggest?" she asked as she turned back to Rodger.

Rodger fumbled for a moment, taken back by the boldness of Holly, but then seized on the opportunity. "Excellent, I'm sure we can find something suitable. Hold on, let me go fetch a couple options. Size 7, I'm guessing?" he said, looking down at Brittney's feet.

"Why yes, she is! You do know your feet, Rodger!" Holly responded. Holly marched Brittney over to one of the chairs. "Sit!" she ordered, and then walked away, examining some shoes on display nearby.

Rodger quickly returned with two boxes and sat on a small stool in front of Brittney. "Ok, let's try these first," he said as he pulled out the first pair. They were a silver platform with a five inch heel. Rodger lifted Brittney's foot and removed her shoe, then slid the new shoe over her foot. Holly stood a little ways away behind Rodger. With a wicked grin on her face she pulled out her phone. Brittney turned white, knowing what was coming. Holly punched a few numbers and Brittney squealed and jerked her foot as a jolt shot through her clit. 

Rodger looked up at her. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked.

"Ahh, nooo..." she trailed off as another spike of pleasure drove through her clit. Holly pressed another button, decreasing the setting. "No, I'm ok, sorry," Brittney said, recovering. She glared at Holly as Rodger put the other shoe on.

"Ok, walk around in those," he said.

Brittney stood and walked a few steps. Holly sent another jolt, this time to Brittney's nipples. Brittney grabbed a nearby shelf as she hunched over in response to the feeling. Her nipples immediately hardened and began to press out against her thin bra and became visible through her top. Holly quickly turned the setting back down as Brittney turned and walked back to her chair.

"I'm sorry, Rodger, she's very inexperienced. She'll need a lot of practice walking in heels," Holly said. "But I don't know, Rodger. Those are nice, but aren't really slutty enough, are they?"

Rodger nodded to Holly. He wasn't sure what to make of these two. "Ok, come back and sit, let's try this pair," he said to Brittney. He removed the first pair and slipped on the second pair. These were platforms as well, red this time, and about an inch higher than the first pair, with spaghetti straps rising high up on Brittney's calves. As he was lacing them up, Holly dialed up another program. Brittney choked back a moan and squirmed in her chair. Her pussy clenched for five seconds, then released for ten seconds, and then clenched again. Almost imperceptibly she pushed her hips forward and parted her legs, which caused her skirt to ride up on her thighs. Her pussy clenched again. The program cycled on and off at the same interval while Rodger strung the laces around Brittney's calves. Brittney quickly figured out the pattern and timing. Each time the stimulation stopped her muscles relaxed. But a moment before the stimulation returned she tensed, waiting for it, dreading it.

In his position on the stool in front of Brittney, Rodger immediately noticed the change, and glanced upwards. In the shadow of Brittney's skirt he could see the red panties. He tried to be discrete, but took extra time to finish lacing up the shoes. The cycle that was spiking her pussy was relentless, and Brittney finally couldn't contain it and let out a low moan.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Rodger asked as he looked up.

Brittney just gurgled in response, her eyes rolling back in her head. Holly quickly shut off the program. "Brittney! Pay attention to the man! Now get up and model those shoes for us!" Holly called out.

In a daze, Brittney nodded and stood. These shoes were definitely higher than what she was used to. She took a few small steps.

"Come on, show us your moves! Walk to the end of the aisle and give us a little spin!" Holly ordered.

Brittney took a few more small steps. She felt her pussy as it leaked out and soaked the small panties. The slick material rubbed ever so slightly against her clit as she walked, which sent unwanted pleasure through her body. She tried to keep her legs together as she walked to stop the feelings. Finally reaching the end of the aisle, she turned to walk back.

"Hey, where's your sexy moves? Let's see how that frilly skirt spins!" Holly said.

Brittney glared at Holly briefly. In her current state she was having trouble just standing. Still, she couldn't refuse Holly. She did a couple quick turns, and somehow stayed on her feet as her dress flew up and gave Rodger a view of her panties and her bare ass. She realized too late that she had exposed her panties and ass to Rodger. She stopped and looked down, embarrassed, and slowly walked back to the chair.

"Well, those shoes are pretty good," Holly told Rodger. "But what else do you have? I think she needs some over the top stripper heels."

"Hmm, let me see what I have in the back. Give me a few minutes to look," Rodger replied and walked back into the storeroom.

Holly walked up behind Brittney's chair and whispered in her ear. "Well, slut, did you like that little program while he was putting on your shoes? I know you did. I could see you squeezing your legs together every time the program triggered. I bet you just wanted to cum right in front of Rodger, didn't you? But let's try another one, what do you say?" Holly punched some buttons on her phone again. Brittney waited in silence, fearing what was to come. For several moments nothing happened. Then suddenly a spike of electricity shot through her nipples. Brittney yelped at the sudden stinging and hunched over in the chair. Several seconds later it was gone. But then it returned, shocking her nipples again.

"Now, slut, that last program was set on a regular timer, but this program is more random." Just as she was saying this to Brittney, Brittney felt a fire go through her clit. 

She screamed out at the intensity of it, "Oh shit! Please, make it stop!" A few seconds later the sensation did stop.

"That should keep you on your toes, don't you think? I must say this is so much fun! I have lots of other ideas on programs I want to write! But for now, let's play another game. You like games, don't you? When Rodger returns and puts on the next pair of shoes, I want you to beg him to either let you suck his cock or beg him to fuck your cunt. I've programmed you so that one of those two options will result in you getting your little orgasm that you so desperately need right now. Choose wrong, and, well, that would be too bad, wouldn't it?" Holly sneered.

"I can't!" Brittney whispered as she squirmed in her seat. Rodger was a complete stranger! She needed to cum, but not like this. When did Holly become such a horrible person?

"Mmhmm, you better re-think your answer. If you don't ask him or you don't get him to agree to either the blow job or fuck, then I'm going to let this program run all morning, and parade you through every store on this street. Sort of a Russian roulette on whether the program will turn on while you are in front of some cute guy. Or girl, I keep forgetting how you are into girls now. I bet in a couple hours I could get you to beg me to let you lick some stranger's cunt, just so you could get off."

Just as she said this, a blaze of heat ran through Brittney's clit again. It continued relentlessly for about fifteen seconds. Brittney hunched over, hovering on the edge of a massive orgasm. Just as suddenly the sensation was gone, leaving her panting. Brittney moaned in frustration.

"So what's it going to be? Do you think I've programmed your orgasm based on a blow job or a fuck? Such a difficult decision," Holly taunted. "Well, I've leave you two love birds alone for a while. But don't you worry, I'll be monitoring everything that happens," she said as she tapped on her phone.

As Brittney's arousal slipped away from the edge, she knew she was beaten. She couldn't take this teasing torture all morning, and would die of embarrassment if these jolts of pleasure hit her at the wrong time. When she was on stage and was forced to cum, at least it was in a strip club where it was, well, acceptable. But in public, in regular stores, that was unthinkable. Holly was right, Brittney would probably turn into a begging whore just for the chance at relief and to escape this punishment. She would have to work up the courage to play Holly's horrible game. She hated how she was falling further under Holly's control. As she was struggling with her emotions Rodger returned just as Holly walked out of the store.

"Here we go, I have something I think you'll like," he said as he sat in front of Brittney and glanced over at Holly as the door closed behind her. "These were a special order but were never picked up."

Just as he sat down, a fire spiked through Brittney's nipples. It took all her willpower to not grab her breasts, but she couldn't stop from momentarily pushing her chest out as Rodger watched. The pleasure in her nipples radiated to her pussy, and she could feel a drip of her cream seep through her panties and trickle down towards her ass as her eyes glazed over. Just as suddenly as it started, the sensation in her nipples was gone, having lasted only a few seconds. The suddenness of it scared Brittney as it gave her no hope of preparing herself for the next inevitable onslaught. The program seemed to be both random in duration of the assaults as well as random in how long between them.

Rodger again discretely watched Brittney as he buckled the straps of this next pair of shoes. As her mind spun about the predicament she was in, Brittney didn't even notice what the shoes looked like until Rodger spoke.

"There we go, try these out for a spin," he said, chuckling to himself as he remembered the image of Brittney spinning with her dress flipping out to expose her panties.

Brittney looked down at her feet. On them were the tallest platforms she had ever seen. The clear acrylic platform had to be five inches high, and the heel five inches higher than that. She could barely stand, finally needing Rodger's help to pull her up out of the chair. She stood well over six feet tall in these shoes, now looking down at Rodger's five foot nine frame. She felt like an Amazon, and had no idea how she would be able to walk in these.

Still holding Rodger's hand, she took a couple short steps. Rodger followed along beside her as she slowly walked to the end of the aisle. She started to get the hang of walking in these shoes, but then nearly groaned as she remembered what she had to do. She stopped and turned to Rodger.

"Umm, I need you to... umm, would you..." she stammered. Her mind was racing with troubling thoughts. "How am I going to say this? He's going to think I'm a whore! Girls just don't do these sorts of things! Fuck!" She tried to drive those worries from her head. "Ok, just get it over with. Which should I choose? Which would Holly expect me to choose? Maybe she'd expect me to suck him off because I wouldn't want to have sex with him. So I should have sex with him instead. Unless she figured I'd second guess her, in which case I should suck his cock. Shit! And what if he refuses?"




Clinical Trials Ch. 08



"Is there anything wrong? Are the shoes too tight?" Rodger asked.

Brittney looked down at her feet. "No, umm, they're ok I guess. I umm.... Would you... have sex with me?" she squeaked out. She hoped that was the right choice.

Rodger looked at her in shock, certain he must have heard her incorrectly. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Please, would you fuck me right now?" Brittney choked out. She couldn't believe she was talking this way in front of him.

"What? Now? Here?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes... I... need... it..." she croaked as a fire went through her nipples for three seconds, and then was gone.

Rodger stared at her. His cock twitched as her words settled in, however. She was hot, that's for certain. But what was her deal, he wondered. He next considered how to get away with this. The store was still empty, he could lock the door and take her in the back. His cock grew harder as he stared at her sexy body. Brittney's legs looked impossibly long in the ridiculously high heels, and he imagined those long legs wrapped around his back.

Making up his mind, he raced over and locked the front door. Returning to Brittney, he grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the back room. Brittney squealed, trying not to topple off the platform shoes.

Reaching the back room, Rodger turned to Brittney and hesitated. Just at that moment another jolt rocked Brittney's clit. She groaned and leaned back against the small wooden desk, her hand moved between her legs to find the source of the sensation. Rodger saw this as an invitation and quickly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He pushed his pants and underwear down, his six inch shaft hard and ready. 

The electricity still flowed through her clit as Brittney pulled her panties down and with some difficulty slid them past the big shoes. Rodger moved forward and pushed Brittney back against the desk again, and pushed her knees wide open with his hands. He grabbed her hips and in one swift movement sunk his rod to the hilt inside Brittney's dripping hole.

"Ohhh fuuuckkk!" Brittney shouted as the sudden intensity of pleasure rocked her. Rodger pulled out and slammed back in harder, driving another groan from Brittney. Her pussy contracted as it squeezed Rodger rhythmically, the nanomaterial responding to the hard shaft that impaled Brittney.

"Oh god, you are so tight!" Rodger growled. He drove his cock steadily into Brittney as the rickety desk squeaked on the floor with each thrust. Brittney moaned as each thrust bumped up against her throbbing clit. The fire in her clit was replaced by an aching need caused by the steady pounding from Rodger. Brittney groaned as an electric shock next assailed her nipples. She grabbed her tits through her top and bra. The sight excited Rodger even further. "You hot bitch! You like my cock, don't you!" he growled.

Brittney could only gurgle in response. She was right there, her orgasm imminent. As he continued his assault on her pussy, Brittney's arousal rose higher and higher. Her cream was dripping down her thighs as she pushed back to meet his every thrust. She was certain that his next plunge into her would send her over the top. But when her orgasm wasn't triggered, she was certain that the next thrust would do it. Until that one didn't do it either. Frantic, she pinched her nipples through the material and doubled her efforts to meet Rodger's every thrust. On and on it went, but still it wasn't enough. She cried out in agony as Rodger drove his cock even faster into her.

Held at the brink once again, Brittney screamed out at the slow realization that she must have made the wrong choice. In her delirious state she squirmed desperately to get Rodger off of her. She needed to suck his cock, it was the only way. Her whole mind was focused on finding a way to orgasm. Rodger, however, neared his own release and was intent on finishing off inside her. He countered her struggles by leaning forward and pinning her hands above her head. The result was that his shaft thrust at a new angle inside Brittney and sent a new wave of pleasure through her. Brittney grunted every time Rodger banged up against her clit, held at the pinnacle with no hope of release and unable to escape Rodger's grasp.

Rodger grunted as Brittney squealed underneath him. With one final thrust his cock jetted stream after stream of hot cum inside Brittney. Brittney could feel every drop as it filled her and triggered another wave of agonizing pleasure though her pussy. His cum leaked out and dripped down off the desk.

Rodger finally release his hold on Brittney's hands. Desperate, Brittney fought to get off the table and dropped down on her knees in front of Rodger. She grabbed his still hard shaft with her hand, opened her mouth, and took his whole shaft inside in one quick motion.

She sucked his cock with abandon. The taste of her own cream mixed with his cum coated her tongue. She sucked harder, drawing out the last drop of his juice. She dropped her hand between her legs and fiercely rubbed her clit. Rodger gasped, taken aback by Brittney's aggressive behavior. 

But as hard as she sucked and rubbed, her orgasm eluded her. "Oh god, please!" she thought. But nothing worked. She finally fell back onto the floor, her fingers buried inside her dripping hole, and cried out in utter frustration.

Rodger, now satisfied, pulled his pants back up. "Come on, I can't leave the store unattended. You need to get out of here," he said as he walked out of the stockroom.

Slowly coming down from the edge, Brittney tried to focus. "What have I done? Why couldn't I cum?" she thought. Either she made the wrong choice, or Holly tricked her. She slumped down on the dirty stockroom floor.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Holly now stood over her. "Well, well, well. Look at you. You thought I wanted you to fuck him. But I was being nice, I programmed it so all you had to do was suck him off! So you didn't get your little cummy, did you?"

Brittney just sat there, dejected. Suddenly, her clit throbbed mercilessly. Brittney pulled her knees up against her chest and rode out the feelings. She really hated Holly.

"Come on, get up!" Holly commanded.

Brittney eventually picked herself up and followed Holly back out into the store. By this time there were two older women browsing through the store. Brittney tried to not look their way, but was sure she saw one of them poke the other one and point at Brittney with a condescending expression on her face. Brittney knew why, of course. She was still wearing the crazy stripper heels, and was sure she had a just fucked look on her face.

"Brittney, thank Rodger for the shoes! He said they were on the house for being such an excellent customer," Holly told Brittney.

"Umm, thank you," Brittney squeaked, not making eye contact.

"My pleasure! Come back anytime!" Rodger replied.

Brittney walked past the two older women as she made her way to the front door. Just as she reached them her nipples flared up. She slowed as she nearly stumbled off her shoes, the two women gawking at her. She made it to the door, and as it opened a cool breeze blew in. She grimaced as she immediately realized that she once again had lost her panties. The air caused her to shiver as it cooled the cum that still coated her thighs.

Outside, more people were now shopping. Most looked discretely at the spectacle that was Brittney, but several stopped and stared openly. It wasn't often that someone dressed like a prostitute walked through this upscale district. Brittney turned red with embarrassment.

"This is fun! Remind me, though, I think adding a leash to that silly collar of yours would complete the look perfectly! I could lead you around by a leash like you were my little puppy dog," Holly cheerily said as she walked beside Brittney.

Brittney focused on taking one step at a time, and tried to block out all those people staring at her and Holly's ominous plans. Her only hope at the moment was to make it back to the car before the program kicked off again. 

They were in the parking lot, less than 100 feet from the car when her clit was once again hit by a strong jolt. Brittney stopped in her tracks and nearly fell to her knees. A couple of teenage girls were walking towards her, and Brittney, in an attempt to keep her dignity, refused to give in to the pleasure. She straightened up and took a tentative step, and then another, as she felt a drizzle of her cream seep down her thigh. The girls were closer, and stared at her as they realized something was not quite right with what they saw. Still, Brittney tried to cover up what she was feeling. She held her head up and looked at one of the girls, and croaked out good morning to her in a strained voice. The girl said hi, but Brittney heard the giggles from them once they had passed.

Once in the car, Holly punched a few numbers on her phone. "There you go, slut. I turned that program off for a while, and put you back on the steady buzz five setting." Brittney groaned as she slunk down in the seat, wondering if this was better or worse.



Clinical Trials Ch. 09



Author's note:

Well, we've made it to the end, thanks to all those that stuck with me and for all your feedback. There's probably room for some follow-up stories, we'll see if the mood strikes me. Enjoy! 

*****

They had been home a couple hours, and Holly had left Brittney alone. Brittney tried to keep herself busy by cleaning up the kitchen. Eventually, though, she couldn't concentrate and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV. She had put on a clean pair of cotton panties, but after a couple hours of constant arousal these were now soaked. She didn't even know what program was on. All she could think about was how to ask Holly for an orgasm. She hated how dependent she had become on Holly. It took all her concentration to not sink her fingers into her pussy while sitting there. 

"I'm going out for a while. Don't sit there on the couch all day. My bathroom is dirty, it better be spotless when I get back. Oh, and maybe we can go back to the club tonight and show off your new shoes on stage," Holly stated. "Who knows, we may have reason to celebrate!"

"Mistress..." Brittney croaked. She hated calling her that, but thought it best to play to Holly's ego.

"What is it? I'm in a hurry," Holly spat back.

"Could, umm..."

"Come on, spit it out!"

Brittney cringed and lost her nerve. "Umm, hurry back," Brittney managed to say.

"Don't you worry about me. Remember, clean my bathroom." 

Brittney turned and stared glassy eyed at the TV, and thought about how it would feel to rub her clit.

*****

Holly entered the restaurant and spotted a well dressed woman in the entrance. "Doctor Drake?" Holly asked.

"Yes I am," she responded, looking Holly over.

"I'm Holly... Courtland. Wow, it's so nice to meet you face to face! Really, you have no idea, it's an honor to meet you!" Holly beamed.

"Mmhmm, I'm sure," she replied tersely. "I've requested a table out on the street side patio. I think we'll be able to talk more freely there."

"Yes, right down to business. I expected that from you. Very well," Holly replied.

There were only a couple of diners inside, and the two of them were the only customers sitting outside on the patio. The server was there promptly, and took their drink orders. Holly made small talk about the beautiful weather until their drinks arrived. 

Taking a sip of her iced tea, Holly began. "So, do you have the payment for my services, and have you considered my offer for partnership?"

"Now it's you that's right to the point, isn't it," the doctor replied. "Yes, I have your payment," she said as she tapped her finger on an envelope in her purse. "But what is it that I'm paying for?" As the doctor was speaking a scruffy man in a white shirt began clearing the table behind them. Something seemed out of place about him to Holly, but the feeling was quickly pushed aside as she focused on what the doctor was asking.

"Oh yes!" Holly responded excitedly. "A demonstration!" she said as she reached for her phone. "Here, I'll show you the program, though it would be much more interesting to have a live demonstration. Perhaps we can do that if we come to an agreement."

A crash of dishes startled them, and Holly jumped up as a couple of plates slid under her chair. Realizing it was the man bussing the table that caused it, Holly let out a curse. "What the hell is wrong with you! Shit, could you be any clumsier?"

"I'm so sorry, miss. Let me get that," he said as he pulled back her chair and picked up the dishes. He quickly stacked them and carried them inside.

"Can't get fucking good help these days! Can you believe that guy?" Holly ranted as she sat back down. "Now where were we? Oh yes, a demonstration." She took another drink of her tea as she punched some buttons on her phone. After a few moments she showed the screen to the doctor.

"You see, where your program just had some basic on/off functionality, all of which was manually controlled, I've created a complete interface where you can preset time, duration, and intensity. And where the sensors you designed can detect the presence of, well, jizz and pussy juice, my program can be programmed to respond to these inputs in various ways. There's no limit to the number of ways you can tease and torture your slave. And, all of this communication is now encrypted to keep the access secure."

The doctor leaned in closer. This was good, she realized. She also realized that Holly was obsessed. She could see that the power over Brittney had gone to Holly's head, that she considered this a program solely to control another person. Even for the doctor, this was going beyond her original intent. So while the program was inspired, there was no way that Holly could be trusted. Besides, partners were overrated, she decided as she thought back to Darnus. The doctor watched Holly closely.

"Show me how the interface works," The doctor asked. Holly took another drink of her tea and then proceeded to explain the various functions, proudly talking about why she decided to design it the way she did, and talking excitedly about what other ideas she had.

"So whad'ya think?" Holly probed, her speech slightly slurred.

"Oh, it's excellent work, Miss Courtland. You certainly are an amazing programmer. But is it really worth what you are asking? I could hire someone else to write it for half the money," the doctor stated.

"What? Are you kiddin? Where you gonna fine someone like that?" Holly's head was spinning, and she was finding it harder to focus on the doctor's face. She needed to concentrate to counter the doctor's argument, but she could hear herself slurring her own words.

"Oh, I have connections, don't you worry." The doctor continued to watch Holly. "How are you feeling, Holly?"

"What? I'm, umm, I'm fine... Just a little light headed..."

"Mmhmm, I bet. Why don't you come with me," the doctor said as she stood up and took Holly's hand.

"What? Where?" Holly tried to stand, her head spun wildly now from the drug that the doctor slipped into Holly's drink. A van pulled up and parked in front of the restaurant and the scruffy man in the white shirt got out. He opened the gate to the street and took Holly by the elbow. The two of them led Holly to the van and helped her get in the back. The doctor got in behind Holly, and the man walked around the other side and got behind the wheel.

"Wait... where we goin'?" Holly managed to ask. She found that she had little control over her limbs. "Wha'd you do to me?"

"Everything ok?" Jack asked Doctor Drake as he pulled away from the curb.

"Perfect. You sure know how to cause a distraction," the doctor responded as she secured Holly's wrists to the seat with Velcro straps. "Don't worry, Holly, I'll take care of you now."

*****

Brittney had finished cleaning Holly's bathroom and ate a light dinner, then spent the rest of the evening watching TV. She eventually went to bed, and as she lay there she worried. Holly had still not come home. This wouldn't be a bad thing under normal circumstances. But her arousal continued relentlessly, and her only hope for relief was if Holly came home. What if something happened to Holly? The combination of being horny all the time and not being able to orgasm would eventually lead to her to an asylum. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep, but she knew her dreams would be invaded by sexual fantasies. Where could Holly have gone to? She never stayed the night at Billy's place, so that didn't seem likely. She thought of calling Holly, but figured this would only piss her off. Maybe this was just another one of Holly's games.

She finally did fall asleep, and as she feared her dreams were filled with sexual encounters. Every dream included her getting fucked by enormous cocks and ended with her at the brink of orgasm and waking up in need. And each time it took her a while to calm down before she could fall asleep again.

She woke to the sound of the doorbell. She buried her head under the pillow, but whoever it was continued to ring it. She looked over at the clock. It was almost 10am, and she decided she better get up. She slipped on a robe and headed towards the front door, ready to curse out the rude person behind it.

She pulled the door open, and was shocked to see a tall muscular black man standing there.

"Hi Brittney. It's Darnus... from BioZene," he said.

Brittney's first reaction was to slam the door and run away. Darnus quickly blocked the door from closing.

"Wait, please!" he said. "I need your help! And I think I can help you as well. Just hear me out!"

"Go away!" Brittney shouted.

"I know where Holly is!" he called through the partially open door.

Brittney hesitated. "Where?" she asked.

"Just let me in, please."

She relented and backed away as Darnus came in and closed the door. Brittney looked at him and her pussy clenched in need. She was desperate with desire, and as Darnus stood in front of her, her thoughts drifted to sex despite the fact that he was one of the causes of the mess she was in. And then she realized that one of the big cocks in her dreams last night was his. She felt her pussy spasm again.

"So where is she?" Brittney asked.

"Jennifer has... Doctor Drake has taken her," he said.

Part of Brittney cheered as she heard this news. It served Holly right if the doctor worked the same evil magic on Holly as she had done to Brittney. But her thoughts quickly turned to what this might mean for her own escape from this mess. Her only hope of getting out of this with her sanity hinged on getting Holly back.

"And what's that to me?" she asked, putting on a tough front.

"Look, she's out of control and I can't stop her. I'm hoping you can, and maybe get yourself free as well. And maybe you'll have some mercy and leave my name out of it," he replied.

"Me? What in the world can I do? And why would I help you?"

"You're a reporter, aren't you? And you're the only one that understands the situation." Darnus reached into his pocket and took a step forward and handed a small device to Brittney. "Here, take this. It's an audio receiver. The microphone is planted inside of the doctor's house. Maybe you can get some incriminating evidence from it, and then write your story."

Brittney's pussy contracted again as the nanomaterial responded to his close proximity. She quickly grabbed the device and stepped back. She hadn't even considered writing the story anymore, so his request brought back more anxiety about her commitment to Ted Packard at the Scottsdale Courier. "So Holly is at the doctor's house? What has she done to her?"

"I don't know, and I doubt that I'll be welcome in that neighborhood anymore," Darnus replied, shaking his head. "Maybe you can find out. That listening device only has a range of about 300 feet, though, so you'll have to get close. Oh, and here, take this," he said as he pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket. "I found the information hidden in the doctor's desk at work. It's a web address and login information that seemed to be connected to this research. I don't know if it will help," he said as he handed her the scrap of paper.

"I'll think about it. Now get out." Brittney had trouble concentrating with him there. Just the presence of a man was driving her arousal higher. She needed to get rid of him before she ripped off her robe and jumped him. She shuddered as she pictured his big black cock ramming into her pussy. She shook her head. "Please go! I said I'd think about it!" she said when she saw Darnus wasn't moving.

"Ok, I'll go. Please, you're the only one that can stop this," he said as he opened the door and stepped out.

*****

For the rest of the morning Brittney thought about what Darnus said to her. She tried the login information that Darnus gave to her, but it didn't seem to work. But every hour that Holly didn't return made her consider that maybe Darnus was telling the truth. She had to try to see what was happening at the doctor's house. After she showered and dressed, Brittney drove to the doctor's. She cursed as she approached the guard station. This would be a short trip if she didn't find a way to get into the subdivision. She pulled up and the guard looked down at her. "How can I help you?" he said.

"I, umm, I'm here for Doctor Jennifer Drake. I'm Brittney Banyard. I've been here before," she added, hoping that would have some impact on the guard's decision.

"Mmhmm, let's see... Nope, you're not on the list. Would you like me to ring her?"

"No!" Brittney blurted out. "Umm, it's a surprise. Can't you just let me in this one time?" she pleaded.

"Sorry, can't do that."

Brittney cursed under her breath. Now what was she going to do. She looked up at him. He was probably sixty years old, stocky, muscular, several tattoos on his arms. "Umm, isn't there anything I can do to get in? It's extremely important," she pleaded. She wasn't sure what she was willing to do, or what he might ask of her.

He looked her over, looked back at the empty street behind her, and then stared down into the car at Brittney's bare thighs. She had worn a knee length sun dress which had slid up to mid thigh while she was driving.

"It that important to you, huh?" he said gruffly.

"Yes..." she squeaked. Something in his voice made her shudder.

"Show me your panties," he ordered. 

Brittney sucked in a breath. She shouldn't have been surprised, but his words still shocked her with their boldness. But she had to get in. She slowly pulled her dress up, exposing the pink cotton material. She sat completely still while he gawked at her.

"Touch yourself."

Brittney hesitated. Her pussy was wet and she knew a wet spot would quickly form if she rubbed her pussy. Still, she spread her knees further and moved her hand between her legs. A shiver went through her as she gently ran a finger along her overly sensitive clit. She didn't look up, but still could feel his eyes bore into her.

"Rub that cunt harder. Show me how much you want to get past the gate."

Brittney complied. She pressed her fingers against herself and slid them up and down more aggressively. She felt her arousal driven higher as the guard continued to ogle her.

"You are one hot bitch, aren't you?" the guard chided. "Don't you stop rubbing! I bet you want me to fuck you right now, don't you?"

She knew she should stop, but his taunts drove her arousal higher. Her panties were now wet, and Brittney groaned. She was no longer thinking of how embarrassing this was, instead focused on how good it felt. In that moment she wanted to cum for him, to convince him that she was a whore. She imagined his cock as it drove in and out of her hole. Her pussy clenched and more cream soaked into her panties.

"Answer me!" he ordered. She decided he must have been a drill sergeant at some point.

"Yes! I want you to fuck me!" Brittney blurted out, shocked by her own words as well as the sincerity with which she said them.

"Look at me while you finger that cunt," he ordered. Brittney looked up, her arousal spiked higher as she was captured by his stare. She neared an orgasm that she knew wouldn't come.

Brittney was startled by the sound of a sports car's rumbling engine as it raced up behind her car. The guard stayed calm, however, but sighed in disappointment.

"Give me your panties, bitch," he commanded. When she hesitated, he added, "Now!"

Brittney lifted up her ass and awkwardly peeled the panties down her legs. As she did so, she noticed the security camera that pointed into her car. "Oh shit!" she thought. "Now the guard has video of me playing with my pussy!"

The guard stood back a step from her window, which forced her to reach out the window with her panties. She was sure the driver in the car behind her saw this exchange, and cursed herself again.

"Thank you very much, Miss Banyard. Maybe I'll take you up on your request the next time you return," the guard smirked as he opened the gate.

Brittney sped away from the gate and wound her way through the neighborhood. She parked a couple houses down from the doctor's house and flipped the switch on the listening device and waited. At first she didn't hear a thing, and wondered if Darnus had lied to her or if she was too far away. But then she heard the doctor's voice.

"Do you want another one? I guess you do. You are quite stubborn, I'll give you that," the doctor stated as she pinched Holly's engorged nipples. Holly screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. She twisted in her bonds, but tied to the wooden chair with her hands behind her back and her legs spread and tied to the legs, she could only wiggle uselessly.

"Was that a good one? It looked like you really enjoyed it. I must say it's convenient to have your orgasms triggered by pinching your nipples. How many orgasms has that been, hmmm? Are you keeping count like I told you to do?" the doctor asked as she flicked Holly's right nipple.

"I don't know," Holly whispered.

"Well that's disappointing. What's your guess? Fifteen? Oh well, I guess we'll have to start over, then," she said, and pinched Holly's nipples viciously again. Holly screamed out again, her pussy contracting in forced orgasm again and again. Holly's naked body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her skin, now a permanent deep tan, glistened.

"So Holly, what is the access information to your software?"

Holly shook her head. She knew her willpower wavered, but still she refused to give in to this madwoman. 

"You still refuse to tell me? What's the big deal? After all, we're partners now! You can tell me, I'll keep it a secret!" the doctor teased. She walked around Holly and dragged her long fingernails across Holly's bare shoulders. From behind Holly she reached around her and lifted Holly's tits in her hands. 

"What do you think of my work? You now have perfect DD tits! You'll be the envy of every woman around. So firm and perky, not a bit of sag in them," she said as she squeezed them. "And perfectly natural feeling." Holly looked down at her chest, unable to grasp what she was looking at. She had been a C cup, but now two massive tits swayed from her chest. The doctor pinched Holly's nipples again. A moment later, Holly's pussy erupted in another fierce orgasm. She cried out again and strained at her bonds. She was left panting and out of breath.

Brittney jumped out of her skin as she heard a knock on her window. Standing outside was Ted Packard, her editor at the Scottsdale Courier.

"Let me in, Brittney."

"What the hell are you doing here!" she shouted through the window.

"Just let me in!"

Not knowing what else to do, she unlocked the door and Ted climbed in.

"You scared me to death! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I could ask the same of you. But I'll start. The other day I planted a tracking device on your car. When I saw you heading towards the doctor's neighborhood I followed you. It cost me fifty bucks to get past the guard, though he seemed to be in a good mood. I won't even ask how you got in. Anyway, there's something very odd going on, and you seem to be in the middle of it. What really got me suspicious is when I saw you at the strip club the other day. That's when I got the idea to follow you," Ted stated.

"What!!" Brittney squealed. "Shit!" she thought as she turned red in embarrassment. "He saw me on stage? What's he going to think of me now?"

"Calm down Brittney. Tell me why you're here," he said.

The speaker on the listening device crackled before she could answer. "So, feeling talkative yet, Holly?" the doctor asked. Holly was slumped in the chair trying to catch her breath. "You know, we could go on all day. I certainly don't mind. I'd consider it all part of my clinical trial, with you being the subject. I'm sure you'd be happy to help me out, wouldn't you?"





Clinical Trials Ch. 09



"Fuck you!" Holly croaked.

"Very well, have it your way. But you'll tell me the access codes in time, I'm sure of that. Oh, I should demonstrate some other features of your new body." The doctor picked up a Hitachi vibrator wand and held it in front of Holly. "Your clit and vagina are now much more sensitive. Let's demonstrate with this vibrator on your clit, shall we?"

The doctor turned the vibrator on and slid it between Holly's legs. Holly groaned as the vibration shook her clit. He pussy spasmed in need again and again as it ached to be filled. She was taken to the edge but the vibration didn't push her over into orgasm. She thrashed in her bonds in agony. She heard a click as the doctor increased the speed on the wand. Holly thrust her hips out again as she searched for the release that wouldn't come. Her body ached from having cum so many times, but this hovering on the edge was even more agonizing. The doctor continued to slide the head of the vibrator up and down Holly's pussy.

"But of course today you will only orgasm when I pinch your nipples. Didn't I tell you that? You should be familiar with the 'simple' controls that I created. Hmm, no matter. And by the way, I think you are going to love how sensitive your vagina is now. The first time a big cock slides into you, you'll have the most incredible orgasm. That is, if I let you, of course. And there's quite a surprise waiting for you the first time someone fucks you in the ass. But we'll leave all that for later. Let's see what happens when I pinch your nipples now," the doctor said as she roughly pinched Holly's left nipple. Holly opened her mouth to scream, though no noise came out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy exploded in orgasm. She couldn't even draw in a breath as the sensations overwhelmed her. On and on her orgasm went, until Holly finally slumped down in the chair. She sat there as her body twitched occasionally with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"What the hell!" Ted blurted out as he looked up from the small speaker and stared at Brittney. Brittney just looked down at the speaker, a mixture of sympathy and vengefulness showed on her face. And she felt her arousal level creep up. She wasn't sure if it was from listening to Holly's orgasms or from the close proximity of Ted. Her bare pussy leaked out and onto her dress. She was sure that Ted could smell her arousal. Part of her wanted to hide it, but another part of her wanted him to know, wanted him to fuck her right there in the car. She was slowly losing her grip on her actions, and it took all her willpower to not reach between Ted's legs and pull out his fat cock.

Realization slowly hit Ted. This is what the doctor was working on. And Brittney was one of the doctor's patients. He felt a tightness in his chest. "Is this what happened to you? And I took advantage of you? Shit, I'm so sorry. We need to get the police here, we need to stop this!" Ted raged as he grabbed his phone.

"Wait!" Brittney said as she put her hand on his. "Wait... I need that access code..."

Ted looked at her and then he understood. Brittney was still being controlled. The act at the strip club was under the influence of whatever it was that the doctor did to her, and apparently Holly had wrested control of Brittney from the doctor. With the access code from Holly, Brittney could free herself of their control over her. But if the doctor got that access code, Brittney would be back under the doctor's control. He leaned back. Brittney looked up at him and her pussy contracted. She was almost disappointed that he now played the part of a nice guy. God, she was horny. The speaker crackled to life again.

"How would you rate that last orgasm, Holly, on a scale from one to ten?" the doctor asked as she lifted Holly's chin. Holly twisted her neck to look away. "Hmm, I would have guessed that was at least an eight. You nearly lost consciousness! Well, we'll have to try to do better. That is, unless you want to tell me the access information."

Holly hesitated. She was exhausted and wasn't sure how much more she could take. But she refused to give in to this evil bitch. "Never!" she squeaked out, trying to sound tough.

"Very well, then let's try to get that orgasm to a ten." The doctor flipped the vibrator onto its highest setting and pressed it to Holly's clit. Holly jerked and screamed. Holly was immediately hovering at the brink of another orgasm. But unable to cum, she twisted and cursed as she desperately tried to find the feeling that would get her over the edge.

It was no use, however. Her pussy clenched again and again in need, her cream steadily dripping out onto the chair. The doctor didn't let up, holding the vibrator steady and watching Holly closely. Holly's thighs were shaking with the effort to try to cum.

After holding Holly at the edge for several minutes, she reached up with her other hand and flicked Holly's nipple. "Would you like to cum now?" she asked.

Holly just stared, unfocused. "Please..." She finally managed to say.

"Please, what? Let you cum? Of course, you know how to make it happen."

"Please, I can't take it!" Holly pleaded, he whole body tensed.

"Well, what are you going to do for me?" the doctor asked.

"Anything! Please!" she begged. The doctor twisted the vibrator, and Holly screamed as her pussy clenched again.

"All I need is the access information. And besides, we're partners, right? What would it hurt to give it to me?"

Holly couldn't think straight. Her body shook in need. "Partners?" she croaked?

"Sure, Holly. Partners. We'll work together from now on, just as long as you don't keep any secrets from me." Doctor Drake tenderly brushed a lock of hair away from Holly's face.

She knew the doctor was lying. But as she looked into the doctor's eyes during that tender act, it triggered something inside of her, a need to have someone take care of her. She looked up at the doctor. "Ok..." she whispered. "Please..." she pleaded again. "The link... is... MyToyBrittney.net..." She managed to say. She paused and groaned as her pussy clenched again, the doctor still holding the vibrator against her clit.

"Very good, Holly. Now tell me the password and everything will be ok," the doctor said softly.

Holly barely heard the doctor. All she knew is that she needed to cum. Nothing else mattered. "It's... hollyreignssupreme..."

"Good girl, Holly," the doctor said as she let go of the vibrator and grabbed Holly's nipples and pinched roughly. Holly screamed as her orgasm overtook her. Her whole body shook as she strained against the ropes. Her pussy gushed as her orgasm rolled over her. On and on it went as the doctor continued pinching her nipples. Finally Holly's head slumped forward as she lost consciousness.

Satisfied, the doctor untied Holly. She slapped Holly's cheek to wake her up, and helped her to stand. She led, or more accurately, carried her over to a small couch against the far wall, laid her down, and draped a light blanket over Holly. Holly just lay there, not having the strength to even lift her head. The doctor walked over to her desk and turned on her computer.

In the car, Brittney desperately opened the browser on her phone and typed in the address she heard over the speaker. A page opened up requesting a password. Shaking, she typed it in. "Shit!" she yelled when it rejected the password. She tried again, this time capitalizing the words in the password. She hit enter, and then waited a few seconds, seconds that felt like hours. Finally, a new page opened up with a list of options.

"Where is it?" she asked herself, desperately scrolling through the page. She saw a small icon at the bottom and tried it. Another prompt appeared, 'Enter New Password'. As her fingers shook, she typed in a new password and clicked ok.

Ted was already on his phone. "Ted Packard, calling for Detective Stevens." After a few moments, "Walter, it's Ted," he said and listened to the response.

"Yes, I'm doing fine. Look, I don't have time to explain. I've got a hot one for you. Can you send a patrol car to my location? 908 Maryland Drive." Ted paused as he listened to Walter's response.

"Let's call it a missing person report. Holly Courtland. Missing since yesterday morning. Her roommate is with me. Miss Courtland is believed to be inside the residence," Ted responded to Walter's questions.

"Perfect thanks! I owe you one," Ted said and then hung up.

Brittney scanned the menu on her phone. She held her breath and pressed one of the buttons. After a few seconds she breathed a huge sigh of relief as the forced arousal she had been feeling for the last day slowly diminished.

An angry shout erupted from the speaker. "Holly! What the hell? Are you trying to pull something over on me by giving me the wrong password?" the doctor ranted as she stood over Holly.

"What? No, of course not!" Holly said as she cowered under the doctor's glare.

"Come over here and log in! And don't try anything funny, or you'll regret it!" Doctor Drake dragged Holly to the desk. Holly sat down with the small blanket over her shoulders and stared at the familiar login screen. Too tired to fight, she typed in her password and hit enter.

The screen flickered and then displayed an error for invalid password. "What?" Holly blurted out and tried again. The same error displayed on the screen. "That can't be!" she cried. She tried again, and she again failed to log in. She looked up at the doctor, both confused and fearful. "That's the password, I swear! Something's wrong!" She looked back to the screen and tried two more times, and cursed each time the password failed.

"What did you do?" Doctor Drake ranted. "If this is a trick, I'll get the truth out of you if it takes me all night!" The doctor yanked Holly out of the chair and sat down. Switching to a different window, she clicked a few buttons. Holly immediately let out a groan and curled up on the floor. Her arousal skyrocketed. In a few moments she was at the brink of orgasm. Holly's hand found its way between her legs and she pressed two, then three fingers inside her wet pussy. Desperate for relief, she thrust her fingers in and out. She felt her pussy contracting around her fingers and she groaned again. She didn't care that the doctor was watching her, she just needed to cum.

It wasn't enough, though. She hovered at the peak as she fucked herself faster, her fingers now soaked with her juices. She then remembered that it was her nipples that the doctor used to trigger her orgasms. With one hand still between her legs, she reached up and pinched her right nipple with her other hand. The pain and pleasure from her nipple drove right to her pussy and she cried out. Her legs were shaking as the pleasure coursed through her body. Still unable to cum, though, she pinched harder, tugging at her sensitive nipples as she writhed on the floor. But still her orgasm eluded her.

"You think I would make it that easy for you, you bitch?" the doctor taunted. "Your nipples aren't going to trigger your orgasm anymore. Now tell me what you did with the access information!"

"I... don't... know..." Holly gurgled. "Please, no more!"

Holly squirmed on the floor as she tried to will herself not to fuck herself or pinch her nipples. She knew in the back of her mind it was hopeless, just like it was hopeless for Brittney when Holly did this to her. But the need to cum was too strong, and she had to try. She pushed another finger inside herself, stretching herself open. She stopped pinching her nipples and moved her hand to her clit. She rubbed frantically. Her arousal was beyond what she'd ever felt before. It was hard for her to comprehend why her orgasm didn't overtake her with the level of stimulation she felt. And yet she didn't orgasm, and she continued her efforts while groaning and twisting on the floor.

As the doctor looked down at Holly the sound of the doorbell chimed from the other room.

"Fuck!" the doctor cursed. "Do not move!" she commanded Holly. "And keep quiet!" She dialed the arousal level down to eight and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Holly just whimpered as her orgasm receded slightly.

She yanked open the front door to face Ted and Brittney. Her chin dropped in shock. "What the hell? What are you doing here? And who is this?" the doctor blurted out, pointing at Ted.

"Doctor Drake? Hello, I'm Ted Packard. And you already know Brittney," Ted stated.

The doctor stared, taken aback by the situation, not hearing his response. "What? Who are you again?" she asked.

"Ted Packard, doctor. I was hoping I could speak to you for a few minutes."

"Me? Why? What do you want? I'm very busy!" The initial shock of seeing Brittney at her door was wearing off, and now she was analyzing the situation. She stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind her.

"I understand you worked for BioZene, doctor. Are you still doing research for them while they are shut down by the Fed's?" Ted asked.

The doctor ignored his question and turned to Brittney. "You!" she shouted. "You've got something to do with this, don't you?" The doctor paused for a moment. "What have you done! You have the password, don't you?"

Brittney looked at the doctor calmly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Doctor Drake. I'm a reporter for the Scottsdale Courier, here to ask a few questions about your research."

"Like hell you are! How did you get in here? I'll have that guard at the gate fired!" 

As the doctor shouted at Brittney, a patrol car pulled up in front of the house and two officers stepped out. Doctor Drake looked over Brittney's shoulder and eyed the officers suspiciously as they strode up to the house.

"Is one of you Jennifer Drake?" the older of the two men asked.

"I'm Doctor Drake. What do you want?" the doctor asked, her anger barely contained.

"We have a report of a missing person," he stated.

"Well, what's that got to do with me?" the doctor asked, but glared at Brittney as she spoke.

"Maybe nothing, ma'am. Do you have a problem with us taking a look around?"

"What? No, you can't look around! Do you have a warrant? I've got nothing to do with your missing person! Now you can get off my property!" As she spoke the second officer stepped over to the window and glanced inside. "Hey!" the doctor shouted. "I said you can leave now!" She took a couple steps towards the second officer and grabbed his arm to pull him away from the window. The officer reacted by grabbing her arm and spinning her around. She found herself with her arm twisted behind her back and her face pressed up against the window.

"Hey!" she shouted as she tried to get away from his grip. "You fucking asshole, let me go!" But then she stopped struggling and a chill ran through her as she saw inside her house.

A moment later the front door opened and everyone but the doctor turned to look. A woman stood in the doorway, naked but for a small blanket draped over her shoulders. Except for her disheveled hair, she had the look of an airbrushed Playboy centerfold come to life. Her unblemished skin was perfectly tanned; her puffy lips a deep red; her high cheekbones glowed pink; her large breasts stood high and were topped with hard nipples. All the men gawked at this blatantly sexual being that stood in front of them. Brittney gasped. She almost didn't recognize Holly. 

Holly and Brittney exchanged a brief glance, but Holly quickly looked away. Brittney was paralyzed with emotions. Here was her wicked roommate that now stood in front of her in this vulnerable state. She wanted to hate her, but she couldn't. But she didn't pity her either. There was now a connection between them, both having endured a similar ordeal at the hands of the doctor. Brittney understood the helpless, desperate feelings that were going through Holly right now.

The older officer finally spoke. "Miss, are you Holly Courtland?"

"Please," Holly whispered as she walked up to him. She wasn't even considering the fact that she was essentially naked in front of all these people. Her body was in desperate need, held just short of orgasm, and all she could think about was how to get relief. "Please fuck me, officer. I need it..."

"That's Holly, officer," Brittney whispered. Ted removed his suit coat and draped it over Holly. During this exchange, Detective Walter Stevens arrived and walked up to the house and nodded to Ted. "What do we have?" he asked the older officer.

"Female occupant, Jennifer Drake, made an aggressive move on Officer Thomas and had to be restrained. She continues to be combative. Miss Holly Courtland, the missing person, was in the house. She came out on her own accord and propositioned me," he stated coolly, though in fact his cock twitched to life when Holly came out of the house.

Over the next thirty minutes the detective tried to assess the situation. He couldn't get Holly to say much of anything. Holly wouldn't say whether anything happened in the house, or if Doctor Drake had abducted her against her will. The doctor, now in handcuffs, continued to antagonize the officers, threatening to sue them for police brutality.

Brittney fidgeted as she watched Holly curled up in the chair on the porch. She knew what Holly was going through. It served her right, she thought, for all she had done to her. But she knew it wasn't right. Suddenly she remembered the scrap of paper that Darnus had given to her. She took out her phone and tried the account. After a moment a menu appeared. "Oh shit!" she thought. "Why is this working now?" She looked at Holly again. She wasn't wearing a collar! "Maybe without the collar it only works when close by," she guessed.

She looked back at the menu. A flash of revenge struck her, and she considered sending Holly over the edge in front of everyone here. Just then Holly looked over glassy eyed to Brittney. Brittney made up her mind and turned off the stimulation. Holly closed her eyes and quickly dozed off. Brittney changed the password to the account and put away her phone.

Eventually they took the doctor down to the station for resisting an officer. She ended up spending the night in the detention cell, and was released in the morning since they had no other charges to file against her. Brittney agreed to take Holly home.

*****

When Brittney and Holly got home, Brittney helped Holly to bed and then went back to her room to study the programs controlling the two of them. From her own program, she found the setting that released her collar. She quickly removed it and laid it on the bed, trying to decide what to do next. She again struggled with her emotions. Revenge was certainly one of the options she considered. After all Holly had put her through, Holly deserved a taste of her own medicine. She didn't know if she had the stomach for it, though. On the other hand, she could try to forgive her and move on with her life. Holly would probably have enough problems on her own dealing with the changes to her body. But it hardly seemed just to let Holly get away with her deplorable actions.

Finally making up her mind, she searched through the menus. After some trial and error she found what she was looking for. Satisfied with the changes, she quietly walked over to Holly's room. Holly was still asleep, and didn't notice when Brittney locked the collar around Holly's neck. She stepped back out of her room and made a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Brittney."

"Hey Brittney, what's going on? Have you heard anything?" The voice on the line sounded worried.

"Yes, everything's ok. Holly is here, she's sleeping right now," Brittney said.

"Thank god! What happened? Where was she?"

"It's a long story." Brittney paused for a moment. "Can you come over?"

"Of course! I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Ok, see you soon," Brittney said, and hung up.




Clinical Trials Ch. 09



A short time later there was a knock on the door, and Brittney opened it.

"Hello Billy. Come in."

"Where is she? I need to see her," Billy responded.

"Just a minute, there's some things you need to know first," Brittney replied as she looked at Billy. Brittney paused, then asked, "You... you love her, don't you?"

"Love?" Billy paused. "Shit, maybe. She can be such a bitch, you know? And I know I'm not the greatest guy. But in some ways that makes us a good fit, you know? Yeah, sounds stupid, I know. But I missed her, and was so worried about her. So that says something, I suppose."

"Come here, I need to show you something," Brittney said as she led him to the kitchen.

Over the next hour Brittney told Billy about the changes to Holly. She left out the fact that some of these same modifications were inside Brittney, and didn't tell him that Holly had been controlling Brittney for the last week. He could probably guess most of that once he understood the power she was giving him over Holly. She also left out some of the details of the doctor's interrogation of Holly. She explained to Billy about the program that could be used to control Holly's sexual arousal. She gave him the access information and showed him how to use it. Lastly, Brittney told him that Holly looked different now, with a full make-over that Billy would most likely appreciate. Billy asked a few questions through all of Brittney's explanations, but mostly was overwhelmed.

"So I can make her orgasm? So what do I do now?" Billy asked.

"That's up to you, she's all yours now. But it's much, much more than that. If you want my opinion..." Brittney paused. "She's a bitch, and she needs to be brought down a couple of pegs. I'm sure you're creative enough to find ways to tame her. And I also trust that you'll take care of her," she added.

"Thanks Brittney. I don't know what to say."

"Good luck," was Brittney's only response.

*****

Several copies of the Scottsdale Courier lay on the coffee table. The front page headline read, 'BioZene Human Testing', with the byline 'Brittney Banyard'. Brittney had been extremely busy this last week. She wrote the story, which was broken into three parts and revealed even more sordid details each day. She didn't reveal Holly's name, but wrote it in a way that led the readers to believe that all the things that actually happened to Brittney had instead happened to Holly. And she did leave Darnus' name out of it, blaming it all on Doctor Drake. It even got national attention, and she got requests to appear on FOX and CNN. With the money she made she moved out of Holly's house and rented a small apartment. She wasn't sure she could afford it long term, but Billy had moved in with Holly and she had no desire to be around the two of them. She finally had a moment alone in her new apartment to relax and consider what was next.

She hadn't activated the nanomaterial since that day at the doctor's house when she turned it off. Even so, she was still sexually aroused nearly all the time, as the changes to her body made her much more sensitive than in the past. The slightest contact with her nipples or clit was enough to turn her on. By the end of each busy day she couldn't ignore the feelings any longer, and masturbated to several intense orgasms, finally drifting to sleep exhausted.

Now she stared at the nanomaterial's program menu on her phone and debated what to do. As an experiment, she dialed the arousal setting up to six and the familiar forced arousal quickly spread through her body. She undressed and lay down on her bed. Her fingers slid easily into her wet pussy and she slowly stroked them in and out. She explored her body with her other hand. She squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. After several minutes of this she picked up her phone again.

She turned the setting up to eight, and a groan escaped her lips as she was forced closer to orgasm. She fantasized about a big cock in front of her. She licked her lips and could almost taste the manhood as it slid into her mouth. She squirmed on the bed, pushing her head upward as the imaginary cock filled her mouth and threatened the back of her throat. She wanted it in her pussy, wanted to be completely filled by it. Her pussy contracted in need.

She dropped her head felt the cock leave her mouth. She spread her legs and pushed her hips up to meet the imaginary massive member. She could almost feel it parting her lips. She was inching closer to orgasm. She needed to cum. She picked up her phone again.

She slid the setting up to ten. After a brief pause, she screamed out as her orgasm shook her. Every muscle in her body tensed and she arched her back off the bed. Her pussy spasmed again and again as she came. Her first orgasm was quickly followed by a second orgasm, more intense than the first. Her phone slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. Her hand found her pussy again. Cream covered her fingers and dripped down her ass crack. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came a third time.

The orgasms didn't stop. She screamed out as the waves of pleasure continued to rack her body. The orgasms were almost continuous, she couldn't tell when one ended and the next started. As she writhed on the bed she began to panic. She had to turn the program off! She desperately felt for her phone on the bed. It was nowhere to be found. She came hard again, and nearly blacked out. 

Recovered momentarily, she looked over to her nightstand. Her phone wasn't there either. Where the hell was it? Her pussy was rocked with another orgasm and she cried out. Seconds later yet another orgasm ravaged her pussy. She tried to will the orgasm to stop, but it was no use. She came again. In the brief moments between the overwhelming pleasure she was filled with panic. She had to stop the program!

She rolled over and fell off the bed. The pain from the bruises on her knees offered a brief moment of clarity. She opened her eyes and saw her phone on the floor. She grabbed it and tried to focus on the screen. But her pussy was racked with yet another orgasm and she curled up on the floor. In another moment of reprieve from the pleasure coursing through her, she looked at the menu on her phone. Her finger reached for the setting to turn off the program just as another orgasm overtook her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tapped blindly at her phone. And then everything went black.

*****

Two weeks later Brittney was desperately horny. The scare she got from using the controls on herself was enough to consider never touching the program again. It was blind luck that she somehow turned the program off. If she hadn't, she could see the headlines now; "Sex Reporter Dies from Orgasm Overload". But program or no, her body needed sex. Yes, she was more sensitive than before, but it was more than that. With her body in an almost constant state of low level arousal even without the help of the nanomaterial program, her mind was being reprogrammed to seek out sex. She couldn't walk down the street without considering the sexual possibilities of everyone she passed. 

Now as she sat at the bar, wearing a short black dress meant to arouse, she scanned the crowd. Several men had already approached her, but she turned them away. She didn't really know why, since she was well aware that the only reason she came here to find a guy to fuck. But the old Brittney still had some say in her actions, and she wasn't going to go home with just any sleazy guy.

A deep voice spoke from behind her.

"Hello Brittney."

She turned and looked. Her pussy clenched as she saw him.

"Hi Darnus."