Test Subject 7
The testing regime for my formula/compound, call it what you will, had been highly successful so far. Without fail, every woman tested had reported a significant increase in their libido, not one single failure. There were no other side effects reported so far, and even after the immediate influence of the drug had worn off, they remained highly sexualised, being more aware of the rewards and benefits that good uninhibited sex could bring.
Perhaps one dose would be all they ever needed I began to think, but then remembered Eleanor, my work colleague and first accidental test subject, who had drank some without me knowing and become ravenously sexual for a whole weekend. When it started to wear off, she had begged me to give her more, and I had been giving her minute doses every week, or couple of weeks ever since to keep her libido enhanced.
I had pulled back from my testing regime for a while, just to give me time to think, review the test results, and maybe write an article about it, perhaps with the view to publication in a scientific, or medical journal.
Just as I was taking a break from testing, along came an unexpected bonus in the shape of Gloria, a curious psychiatrist, and oh my, what a wonderful shape she was. She had to try my compound of course, just to see if it may be helpful in treating her patients, and that old, 'curiosity killed the cat,' proverb had never been more appropriate in her case. During her test she became so horny that she unwittingly let the proverbial cat, 'out of the bag,' regarding her secret and long repressed need to be submissive.
Her masochistic enjoyment of pain also floated to the surface and was revealed shortly after when I experimentally smacked her bottom during sex. She loved it, begged for more, and eventually asked me to be her dominant, something I had never thought about before, but if I was going to be dominant with a sexy woman, then I couldn't think of any woman I'd like to dominate better than Gloria.
In the meantime life went on. I went to work every day, did the job I was paid (very well) to do, had some fun a couple of times a month with Eleanor, my first unexpected test subject, sometimes with Laurel, and occasionally with Christine, but not Josephine the dental student, my second test subject. She was really far too young for me to continue any kind of relationship with. I reckoned it was best to just have fond memories of her.
My life was pretty humdrum really. I would meet up with members of my family, sometimes go to see the local football team with a cousin or uncle. My mother and father lived about an hour away and I tried to see them at least once a month. I had two sisters, Abby the eldest, and Shannon, the youngest, the baby of the family. Abby was a couple of years younger than me, so twenty six, or twenty seven, while Shannon was twenty one. I've never been good at birthdays to be honest. They were both fine looking young women, and I loved them both dearly.
Abby occasionally stayed with me overnight when she was flying into the local airport. She was what they used to call an air hostess, but it's now more politically correct to refer to them as flight attendants. A bit like lavatory attendants, but without the smell of piss. Abby had always been beautiful and outgoing, and I wasn't the slightest bit surprised when I heard that she's been accepted as cabin crew by one of the major airlines. I thought she was better than that actually, a very clever young woman, but she seemed happy, so I refrained from commenting in a critical way.
I got a text from her one morning which read, 'Coming to visit, got a weekend layover. Can I stay with you?' Of course I agreed immediately, apart from the fact that she always stayed with me when her work happened to take her here, she was good fun and would even cook our dinner and wash the dishes afterwards. Sometimes she would even insist on taking me out to lunch, or dinner and paying for it.
When I got home from work that evening I was glad to be home. It had been a long hard week, it was Friday evening and I was looking forward to a long, lazy weekend. Now though, I unexpectedly had Abby to keep me company, and I was looking forward to doing a few things with her, going out walking, going to the movies, maybe catching a gig if there were any local bands playing in town.
Abby was already there when I got home. She had her own keys for my place, and could come and go as she pleased whenever she was in town. I could smell something cooking as I walked in the door, and within the hour she was serving me up a steaming plate of Hungarian Goulash, made from scratch. She was an excellent cook, and although I'm not much of a drinker, I had a glass of an excellent and light white wine.
'Duty free shop, Schiphol airport, Amsterdam,' she explained. After dinner as we were relaxing, she fetched a bottle of vodka from her suitcase, but I didn't have any of the usual mixers, orange juice, tomato juice, coke, etc. After all, as I said earlier, I wasn't much of a drinker and didn't keep a stock of alcohol in the house. She'd made a lovely evening meal, so I offered to go down to the local mini-mart and get something. They'd have coke at the very least, so off I went. It was a ten minute walk there and back, but I met a work colleague and I chatted to him for about another ten minutes before heading back home.
When I got back, Abby was sitting on the sofa, curled up with her feet under her the way she always did, dressed in a dressing gown/bath robe.
'I had a quick shower while you were gone,' she said by way of explanation, smiling beautifully as always.
'I could only get coke,' I said, holding the bottle up to illustrate, 'the mini market doesn't have much of a selection,' and she smiled at me again, then said the words that made my heart freeze.
'Oh, that's great, but it wouldn't really have mattered anyway. I found some coke at the back of the fridge, and just used that until you got back with something better,' she said holding her glass up for me to see. 'It wasn't really coke though was it?' she queried. 'It tasted nice, and although it wasn't actually coke, I used it anyway; it tastes better with a shot of vodka.' I sat down before her, and she looked at me. I think she knew by the look on my face that something was wrong.
'Abby,' I asked her, 'don't panic my darling, and you're in no danger, but can you tell me how much of that, "coke," you drank?' Suddenly she looked frightened.
'What was it, have I drank some kind of toxic poison you're experimenting with?' she said anxiously. I shook my head.
'No Abby, it's not a poison, you're not even going to be ill. It
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