Hannah felt herself floating, free and slow, drifting inside her own mind as a finger slid in and out of her mouth. She suckled without thought other than the pleasure it gave her. She tried to focus, to remember when this even started. Instead all that she saw were colors behind her eyes, the sounds of couples fucking in a fevered heat making her sweat in wanting. The probing finger slipped out, trailing down her body. Hannah shivered, a line of spittle trailing on her face. She wanted it to fill her once more and thrilled with again not knowing what orifice in her body it would invade like so many times before. She had no choice, no control, no preference. Here, twirling inside the blackness she existed to feel what THEY gave to her, nothing more.
The flyer had promised good pay to any student who signed up for the study. A student she was naturally always cash poor. She had registered, and then spent hours filling out endless sheaves of papers asking details of body size, weight, dietary habits, sexual history.
She had blushed at these, not sure how honest to be. They had reassured her over and over that all was confidential, nothing marked to show her true self, just a number. She was number 6. Feeling bold she decided to be as truthful, more than she had dared even with herself. Hannah described in details the fantasies that had crept into her head piece by piece, crowding her vision. She told them in delicate script of her wanting to assume a role of object, a warm flesh cipher. She would no longer decide her fate, but let the one using her have total control. Willingly, lovingly, with no preconceived background desires of her own to fulfill. She craved the experience above all.
Each part of her body known and marked down. Each line she put to paper of her need to feel unknown fingers in her anus, of nameless men fucking her mouth, women sliding instruments of their own making into her body, opening her in ways she wanted but trembled to even say in her own mind, she grew wetter. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping in vain to make the throbbing stop so she could finish. When she described her desire to feel her own urethra opened she came, sitting on a hardbacked chair, under sterile fluorescent light, sitting next to a freshman student of anthropology scribbling her own lines totally unaware of the teeth Hannah ground together to keep from screaming.
Three weeks go by and nothing, the study gone from her head. Then a simple note delivered to her door by courier. Hannah opened it and read that the Polidori Institute had accepted her. On Friday of that week she was to be picked up by staff car. She would need to bring nothing with her, all needs taken care of for the duration of the study. Her professors had been notified and all class work excused. The study requirements would suffice for now based on her current academic standing. She had no real idea what they wanted, what they studied, and she did not care in the least.
Hannah sat in the van looking at the others who were going with her. Each was about her age, five other girls, six men. She knew a few casually. They made idle chat as they were driven to the Institute. It loomed like a Gothic nightmare when they spilled out after an hour of sitting cramped. She almost giggled at the cold stereotype creepiness. Grinning she saw that she was not alone in her initial assessment. A tall woman dressed in a crisp grey suit arrived with a clipboard. She looked past each of them as they stood waiting for the next step.
"As I call out your last name please fall into a line. You will be handed a room card. Please do not speak to each other. This is a strictly controlled environment. You have agreed to a group psychological study and it has been running since you were picked up. From this moment on each second of your days will be monitored, each moment recorded and analyzed. You may leave if you wish at any time, but failure to stay for the full study will obviate us from any payments promised. Signing in is your agreement to the terms."
The roll call was brief, each student eager for the money. Hannah did not care about that, she wanted to KNOW why they had asked what they did, if the others had answered the same as her, and where this would lead.
Each subject was delivered to a room and shown how to use the door card. The furnishings were simple but to her surprise elegant and tasteful. Nothing inside seemed clinical. It had a feeling of warmth. They ate in silence separated by a distance of several feet that night, each one in a cubicle. Once Hannah had leaned her head out, the spoon to her soup still in hand. She wanted to sneak a look around at the others. A man dressed in orderly whites had simply stood behind her and pushed her head back inside. No words, no explanation. That night she undressed and looked around to see what she might wear to bed as the room had been chilled in her absence. Seeing nothing she started for the door when it opened and two Staff members entered, one holding a holding a silver tray.
"Relax 6, all has been planned for you. Sit on the bed and open your mouth please." The tall man asked her.
Hannah started to speak but her words were cut off by a lightning fast slap from the woman. Her cheeks burned, she wondered if maybe a tooth was loose?
"You were told OPEN, not speak…………. Obey 6, now…" Something in the woman's tone, or perhaps the burning in her cheek told her that this was no game. Hannah opened her mouth.
