Jenna Hunter nervously walked up the walkway towards Dr. Michael Smith's research complex as the Las Vegas sun streamed down upon her five foot frame. As she strode, her long brown hair danced from side to side, curling slightly at the ends in the middle of her back, which was covered by her tan business jacket. Her half hour drive out to a secluded part of the Nevada desert had given her plenty of opportunity to contemplate her task at hand. Jenna had been working for a small but quickly blossoming magazine, as a writer, for about three months when her boss offered her a story she just couldn't pass up.
Her boss told her of a Dr. Michael Smith, who was rumored to have engineered a special plant, which, when crushed and smoked in a small dose, could transform any woman into a sexual goddess, insatiable and highly orgasmic. Evidently, the doctor's methods, and subsequent findings, for testing the effects of the "sex herb," as it had been nicknamed, were unknown. An inside source at the lab where the experiments were taking place informed Jenna's boss that Dr. Smith was looking for a person who could record his findings, and, in turn, her boss suggested to Jenna that she be the person to record Dr. Smith's results. Jenna had been promised by her boss that if she could get a feature article about the plant's power, she could secure a position as junior editor of the magazine, which would be a big jump up the power ladder and not to mention a big jump up the pay scale. Junior editor at twenty five years old? Jenna knew it was an offer she couldn't refuse.
Now, even though the young writer felt that the story was one she had to pursue, she also had a few reservations about the subject matter. Jenna had never really had a serious boyfriend because of her commitment to her classes at college and then her career after graduation. Sure, she wasn't completely naive about the subject of sex, but she definitely couldn't be considered sexually adventurous. As she reached the glass door of the research complex, her heart beat quickened and she knew there was no turning back.
Upon entrance into the lobby of the complex, Jenna was greeted by a stunning blonde behind the reception desk. "Good morning, welcome to the Smith Research Center! I'm Rachel. You must be Ms. Hunter," spoke the blonde, cheerfully. Slightly surprised that the receptionist guessed that she was Ms. Hunter, Jenna greeted the blonde, Rachel, and shook her hand. As they shook hands, Rachel stood and walked around the desk and informed Jenna that she'd be taking her to Dr. Smith's observation room. During the walk down the pristine hallway towards their eventual destination, Rachel chatted away about anything she could think of.
"Well, Ms. Hunter, I must say, you sure did pick a good day to start your research. Today's observation has been two weeks in the making. Ya' see, Dr. Smith decided that he wanted to see how a woman would react to large doses of the herb and also how horny he could make her if he made her watch nothing but porn all the time and wouldn't let her masturbate at all. "Overload" I think he called it. Anyway, today he's going to let the patient have sex with one of our male volunteers. It should be really interesting. Don't ya' think?"
Before Jenna had time to respond, Rachel cut her off.
"Anyway, here were are! Just go through this door. Dr. Smith is expecting you."
With that, the energetic blonde scampered off, leaving Jenna at the doorway of the observation room. It was now or never. She took a deep breathe, smoothed her tan skirt and opened the door.
As she stepped inside the dark room, she was immediately struck by the rooms design. It was very narrow, with a row of seats, almost like ones found in a movie theater, facing outwards towards a floor to ceiling glass wall, which overlooked a completely white room furnished with a sterile looking bed directly in its center. The lighting of the white room was very stark, bright and was in grand contrast to the room she found herself in. Suddenly, a voice broke through her thoughts.
"Ah, Jenna Hunter. A pleasure to finally meet you in person. I'm Dr. Smith."
"Dr. Smith, it's very nice to meet you. Thank you so much for allowing me to come here to witness your research first hand," Jenna responded.
"Please, have a seat, the viewing is about to begin," Dr. Smith continued. As they sat, the doctor began to run through the event which the duo were about to witness.
"Today is a very important stage of my research. As I'm sure Rachel told you, about two weeks ago, I chose one particular patient who showed a very strong reaction to the stimulant to be the first person in the world to experience a Total Sex Overload, or TSO for short. My aim is to ascertain just how far a woman can be pushed sexually until she can no longer control her actions. She will be totally driven by her need for sex and will not want anything more than to feed her desire. Now, I don't mean this to come across as gratuitous, but I do intend to understand what are acceptable and unacceptable ways which the stimulant can be used. My hypothesis is that the young woman we are about to see will be absolutely uninhibited sexually and eventually will become completely exhausted, maybe even unconscious as she tries to please herself. I want to pay special attention to her physical changes, as well. Whether she has an increased number of orgasms. Whether she has heightened arousal, that sort of thing."
After his explanation, the solitary door of the white room before them opened and a man in scrubs entered. He lead a red-haired woman with small breasts, topped with inch long nipples into the room. She was blindfolded and completely naked. Her pussy was totally shaven and she walked as though she had to pee. Dr. Smith informed Jenna that the subject was walking in a peculiar way because of her extreme state of arousal.
"If you'll notice, her hands are held out in front of her by the aid in order to keep her from touching herself. The blindfold is necessary because I was concerned that she would try to engage the male aid in sexual congress and this would have voided the period of sexual deprivation."
As Dr. Smith spoke, Jenna watched intently while the aid stood in front of the redhead, holding her hands. The patient fidgeted in place, her pedicured feet tapping from side to side. Jenna noticed that the inside of the woman's thighs were wet and glistening. A stream of her arousal ran down her leg.
Then, Dr. Smith picked up an intercom receiver and spoke, his voice filling the barren room in front of them.
