Test Subject Ch 06

Test Subject 6 Gloria

After the wholly unexpected threesome with Christine and Laurel, my next encounter was the most unexpected of any I'd had up until now.

I realised my recent testing of suitable subjects was still in the preliminary stages, and although I'd tested a few willing volunteers, I figured I would have to evaluate a few more subjects yet, something I was really looking forward to. So far, the tests had met with 100% success, every single woman who had tested my formula had become insatiably sexual within ten minutes or so of drinking it, and I couldn't see why that shouldn't continue to be the case.

Of course being the only male present at the test I became the immediate focal point of their induced affections, and the lucky man who was the recipient of all that sexual energy. In other words, I'd fucked every single one of them. I was worried that rumours may begin to circulate about the product, albeit in a limited way due to the small numbers I had tested so far. I would prefer it to be a secret until I was ready to take it forward, and get it into production, So, I began to be a bit choosier about who I tested, even calling a temporary halt to the testing until things cooled down a bit.

The whole idea of developing my formula was to help women who were having difficulties sexually. It was never intended, by me at least, as a recreational drug of choice for women who were just plain horny already, like one of my previous test subjects, Tansy, although I knew it was likely that it would become just that if it was ever released to the world at large. Still, my altruistic intentions were to the fore in my mind, and I began to look for test subjects who needed help rather than those who just wanted to add to the fun they were already having.

Suddenly, and most unexpectedly, I got a phone call one evening from a woman who wanted to talk to me face to face. In fact, she downright demanded, albeit in a persuasive rather than antagonistic way, that we should meet and admitted that she had a special interest in the same field, the treatment of psychosexual ailments. Her name was Dr Gloria Anderson, a doctor of psychiatry, she added.

Rather than run away from this meeting I was delighted to arrange an appointment at my office. I thought if there was any trouble looming, it would be far better to head it off and meet as soon as possible.

We arranged to meet the very next day, a Saturday, just after lunchtime around 2pm. I was there earlier of course, just making sure that the office was presentable. As the saying goes, 'you only get one chance to make a first impression,' so I wanted it to be as favourable to me as possible. I wasn't quite sure what this woman wanted, but I'd know soon enough I figured.

At exactly 2pm the buzzer in my office sounded. I picked up the intercom phone, and when Dr Anderson announced herself, I pressed the button to open the main security door to the building. I opened my office door and waited expectantly for her in the doorway, and within moments she was walking towards me. First impression, a very self-assured woman, dressed in a smart business suit, high heeled shoes, maybe forty years old give or take a couple of years either way, so a little older than me. Slim, good figure, and great legs. Mid-brown hair, shoulder length, and a very striking face with sparkling blue eyes. Not conventionally beautiful, but lovely, nonetheless. A full, generous lipped mouth smiled a devastating smile, perfect teeth I noticed, and reaching me, she held out her hand, which I took and shook firmly, but not bone crunchingly so. Her handshake was firm and confident too.

'Dr Anderson,' I said and smiled at her, 'I do hope it's going to be lovely to meet you.' She looked at me and smiled again assuring me that she hoped for the same. 'After all, I have no idea why you insisted on meeting me,' I added. I invited her into my office, and she stepped through the door which I closed behind her. I offered her one of the two comfortable office chairs which she took, and rather than go behind my desk, which as a psychiatrist she might think was a defensive position, a barrier, I sat in the other chair at a slight angle to her. She crossed her lovely legs confidently and looked at me.

'We have a mutual acquaintance,' she began, 'which is why I'm here.' I raised my eyebrows quizzically, but said nothing, waiting for her to continue. 'A former patient of mine, Laurel, who I believe you know?'

'Ah, yes,' I admitted. 'I know her very well, such a lovely woman.' She nodded and looked around the office as if thinking about what she was going to say.

'I treated her for a number of years, with varying degrees of success,' she admitted. 'She finally gave up, resigned to the fact that there was little or no progress in her case. I'm good at my job, I assure you,' I nodded as if agreeing with her, 'but I have to admit she had me stumped. Nothing I tried seemed to have any effect.'

'Yes, she was quite a sad case,' I agreed, 'in fact at one point she seemed almost proud that she was completely lacking in libido, and nobody could possibly help her.' She nodded in agreement, 'but I think we've got past that hurdle now,' I added. She smiled at that.

'Yes, apparently so,' she said quietly. 'I met her last week, for coffee, just as friends, after all, we've talked to each other for years and I'm very fond of her, not to mention concerned for her welfare. She seems a changed woman and seems to be enjoying a somewhat robust sex life, something I never thought I'd see. First of all, I must thank you on her behalf, and secondly...' she hesitated, 'how the hell did you do it?' She laughed and I laughed too.

'Ah, you want to know about my secret formula?' I stated, and she nodded her head vigorously.

'Yes, I have a number of patients with the same sort of issues so I just had to meet you and see if you had some sort of unique insight that may help my patients too. These women are in real distress, unable to function sexually which is causing a whole plethora of other mental problems, depression, et cetera. Anything we can do to help must be a good thing.'

'Look Dr Anderson,' I started. 'Firstly, I'm no psychologist, nor do I have any expertise in the field of psychotherapy. I'm a scientist, a microbiologist, neurobiologist, with varying fields of personal interest. I work for a large pharmacological group developing new drugs, attempting to cure or treat various things. However, I've been working on my own time for a number of years, working at home on my weekends, or whenever I have the time to develop a sort of feminine Viagra.' Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at that statement.

'Actually,' I went on, 'that's a poor comparison, because Viagra just helps a man to gain and maintain an erection, and what I have developed is more along the lines of an aphrodisiac, a compound that increases a woman's libido. Depending on the amount ingested, the results can be quite remarkable.' She was silent for a moment, obviously thinking, trying to come to terms with what she'd just heard.

'What would happen if I only took a small dosage?' she asked me, the plot thickened as someone famous once said, but for the life of me I can't remember who said it. Who cares? Besides, for a woman who was highly intelligent, she'd inadvertently let the cat out of the bag. Was she thinking in terms of trying it herself? Well, she was as I said a lovely looking woman, intelligent and sophisticated. I'd like nothing better than fucking her from behind as she lay face down over my office desk.

'Are you thinking of sampling its efficacy yourself Dr Anderson?' I asked her, hoping she was going to say yes.

'Mmm... I'm not sure, but if it can produce results like it did with Lauren, and possibly with future clients, then perhaps I ought to try a very small dosage before I try it on my patients, just for scientific purposes you understand,' she said, trying to convince me and herself, and pretend it wasn't just for some ulterior motive. '

Explain it to me any way you want sweetheart,'

I thought to myself. '

You're curious and want to see for yourself how it affects you.'

I thought for a moment, putting on a show of reluctance, two can play at that sort of shit, until finally I came up with a solution.

'How about if you volunteered to join my drug trial on an official basis?' I suggested. 'I have all the documentation here if you want to sign up. I have to try and comply with the regulations involved in a new drugs trial. I can't just let anyone try it without signing her up officially.' She nodded, not too eagerly, obviously still cautious despite her curiosity. Once again, she hesitated, thinking, trying to decide.

'Well, I suppose,' she eventually conceded, 'I understand the need for you to be open and above board with all you do in your trials, and to follow the protocols strictly. Actually, come to think of it, that gives me more confidence, knowing you're keeping to the rules at all times.' As she spoke, I went to my desk and came back to her with the necessary forms. The main one being the industry standard one for human drug trials, and the other one absolving me of any responsibility for what might follow sexually should she lose control after taking the compound. She laughed as she signed that one.

'I don't think that's going to happen, do you? Really? I'm not some silly young woman who may be swayed by some placebo effect. I can assure you, I

never

lose control,' she declared as she read and signed the requisite forms. I smiled and said nothing, but just thought I was going to love taking her down a peg or two.

I was confident that when she took the normal dosage the lovely Gloria would be helpless to ignore her own increased libido. In other words, she may try to maintain control, but every single woman so far who had become involved with testing had grown insatiably sexual within ten minutes of taking it. She'd be no different, but always open minded, I'd wait and see before passing judgement.

With the forms now duly signed, I put them back in the desk drawer, and placed a very small, transparent plastic cup, of the type used in hospitals to dispense pills and medication. I filled it halfway, and it looked like a very small dosage, but it was exactly the same amount that I had used with Christine, Laurel, Tansy, and Josephine. It would be interesting to see how Dr Anderson, who never lost control, would handle this I mused. She looked at the tiny cup.

'Is that it,' she queried looking at the cup. 'It doesn't look like very much; do you think that's enough for me to get an idea of any possible effects.' I assured her that I thought it would be just enough to give her some idea of how it worked. She lifted it up, looked at it more closely, but of course there was nothing to see. It just looked like a very small mouthful of that famous coke product. She smiled at me, lifted the cup to her mouth, tasted it, and seemingly satisfied with the taste, drank it down in one swallow. 'Mmm... it tastes nice,' she commented.

'What happens now?' she asked me, 'how will I know if it's working?' I smiled reassuringly for her.

'You may feel warmer, you may start to perspire, you'll become increasingly aware of your own body, the sensitivity of your skin, become breathless, and more sexually aware, feel yourself becoming ready for sex, your libido will increase. Your breasts and genitals will become increasingly sensitive, but although some of these things or indeed all of these symptoms may appear, let's just wait and see how you react as the compound circulates through your blood stream.' She nodded, and closed her eyes for a moment, and drew in a long shuddering breath, it was beginning.

'Let's get you more comfortable,' I suggested, and pointed to the couch behind her. 'If you lie down on the couch, you can relax and let the compound take effect, take off your shoes, make yourself comfortable.' She rose from the chair and sat on the edge of the couch to remove her shoes, then lay down as I had advised her to do.

'I must say this is rather ironic,' she joked, 'having the psychiatrist lie down on

your

couch.' She smiled and fidgeted a little, making herself more comfortable. She just nodded when I said I would be observing and making notes, but to be honest, with the chemicals taking hold of her, I could probably have said I was changing into a bright red ball gown, and she wouldn't have noticed.

As I watched, she became ever more restless, crossing and uncrossing her legs at the ankles, and then she slid her feet higher up the couch, with her knees pointing towards the ceiling. If this was any indicator, the next thing she would do would be to open her legs a little wider, then wider still, and assume a sexually receptive open legged posture. In my own mind I had labelled that the, 'fuck me,' position.

'Hot,' she murmured quietly to herself, 'too warm,' and she unbuttoned the suit jacket. One, two, then three, and she pulled the material away from her body revealing the fact that under the jacket she only wore an expensive looking, lacy black bra. Even lying on her back, I could see she had nice tits. Her hands now rested on her stomach just below the black bra, but after a moment or two, she slid them sensuously up her body and cupped her breasts in her hands, gently squeezing and fondling herself.

A quiet little moan escaped her mouth, and her eyes flashed open, and she looked at me. She looked mildly embarrassed for a moment, and then it was as if it was all too much bother to resist what she was feeling, and her eyes closed again, and she gave herself over to the irresistible feelings and urges taking control of her body.

Suddenly, her hands moved down and grasped the hem of her skirt. The fabric was taught between her knees, as she struggled to part her legs, the skirt too tight to just fall away. So, now she pulled the skirt down the expanse of her long slim thighs to her waist, opening her legs. No longer constricted by the tightness of her skirt, she spread her legs wider in a sexually receptive position. Instinctively surrendering and offering herself. For a woman who never lost control she was obviously doing just that, but then I knew she would all along.

She was about to surprise herself even more with just how out of control she would become now that her hormones, released in conjunction with my chemicals, were raging through her bloodstream. Her pussy was assuming control, and demanding attention, immediate attention, and simply would not be denied. The rational part of her brain would have to step aside, take a back seat until she answered that demand.

As I observed her closely, her right hand slid between her legs and stroked her pussy through her panties. She moaned really loudly this time, all inhibitions gone, and once again opened her eyes, looking at me. I smiled and nodded, and she took that as her permission and her eyes fluttered shut again. The hand withdrew from between her legs, caressed higher, then down under the waistband of her panties and tights to where her pussy waited in the darkness. I presumed, or rather, imagined it was very wet. She moaned and shuddered again.

'Oooh, f... f...uck...' she moaned loudly, 'oh fuck... oh my... gawd... can't believe... can't... be... lieve... oh fuck... I'm com... coming,' she gasped out loud, her hips thrusting upwards, fucking her fingers frantically, as she sought to drag every last shred of sensation from between her legs.

For my part, I just sat close beside her watching her go through the gamut of emotions and sheer lust, induced by my compound,

my

invention. I have to admit that I felt a sense of triumph that this mature, intelligent, sophisticated, and yes, beautiful woman, was so affected by it that she was masturbating uncontrollably in front of a stranger within twenty minutes of introducing herself. Now, that's what I would call, 'the desired effect.'

As her orgasm gradually died, she lay on my couch, breathing hard, but slowly recovering. Somehow during the course of her orgasm, as she had caressed and touched herself, her bra had become pushed up over her tits, revealing them to my appreciative gaze. Nice tits and nice areolae I thought, and great nipples too, but that wasn't the while picture. She had also pushed her tights and panties down over her hips and they now they were just below her pussy level at the top of her thighs revealing her shaven mound.

She lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, obviously thinking, occasionally looking at me, a faint smile on her lovely mouth. She seemed calm enough, but I knew that wouldn't last. The slightest thing could set her off again, and it was her pride, her sense of propriety, of acting improperly that did it. She looked down at herself, and looked embarrassed again, and hurriedly tried to cover herself up, pulling her bra down over her breasts hiding them from me.

As she attempted to settle her, 'puppies,' into the cups more comfortably, her hands unavoidably touched her tits and nipples, and I heard another little whimpering moan, and then she was no longer interested in hiding them, and began to caress and massage herself again. The cups she had just pulled down, were pulled back up again and I watched as she squeezed and played with her nipples gasping and whimpering with pleasure.

'Oh... fuck...' she moaned, 'that stuff... that... stuff... it's... in... cred... ible... I'm on... fire... oh god... help me,' she looked at me pleadingly, repeating, 'help... me... please help... meeee,' she moaned frantically. There was nothing more I'd like at that moment than to suck her nipples, finger and suck her pussy, and slip my rock hard dick into her pussy, but I had to hear it from her, not just assume that was what she wanted.

'Do you mean you want me to touch you?' I said quietly. She nodded her head vigorously.

'Help me... you know... what to do... what I want... need,' she pleaded as she became ever hornier.

'Would you like me to remove your panties and look at your pussy?' I said teasingly, knowing that just the idea, the mild dirty talk would add to her need.

'Yes... yes,' she whimpered, 'just do it... do it... please...,' and as she was saying it, I skinned her tights and panties down her long, slim legs and off. She immediately spread her legs wider, displaying herself shamelessly, and what a display it was. A clean shaven pussy, nice labia, openly pouting and dribbling her juices, the inside of her thighs glistened in the light where her juices had escaped. Yes, this one obviously needed some attention, and I was determined to give it what it needed.

I went down and between, where she thrust her eager pussy up at me, desperate now to be touched, so I happily obliged by splitting her fine, generous labia apart with my fingers, eliciting further moans of approval. My fingers were immediately engulfed by the abundant flow she released, and I immediately got close up and very, very personal. I took in the beauty of her pussy in one swift glance before drawing closer still, smelling her most intimate fragrance. She smelt lovely, and I let my tongue slide up the groove formed by her labia, up and over her prominent clitoris. She tasted as good as she smelt.

'Oh my gawd... oh... oh fuck,' was her instantaneous reaction to having her clitoris tongued. 'Please... don't... oh please...oh...my... gawd... don't stop...' but her pleading was entirely superfluous. I had no intention of stopping, not when I had her heading for another orgasm so quickly on the heels of her first. I continued to lick and suck, pulling her clitoris into my mouth, sucking gently, a little harder, then releasing and licking, while my fingers slid in and out, creating what I hoped was a delightful friction in her pussy, especially when I curled my fingertips and massaged her g-spot.