Science Is Fun!

I was exhausted.

I had just finished my last class of the day, and all I could think about was getting back to my dorm and passing out. I could thank my horrendous sleep schedule for that. I really needed to fix that, but with exams just around the corner, I've been too stressed to even...

My train of thought evaporated as I noticed the poster pinned to the bulletin board in front of me:

STRESS STUDY - STUDENTS ARE INVITED TO PARTICIPATE IN DR. MACKENZIE'S NEW STRESS RELIEF STUDY. $500 COMPENSATION PROVIDED.

Isn't it great when life decides to cut you some slack?

I couldn't help but whistle at that last sentence. I've seen recruitment posters all over campus, but none of them have ever been this generous. The study's premise had already drawn me in - hell, it was exactly what I was looking for - but those five hundred bucks were enough to seal the deal. I tore off one of the phone numbers dangling from the bottom of the poster and resolved to call Dr. Mackenzie later tonight.

Hang on - Dr. Mackenzie. I knew that name from somewhere...

That's right! I took a course with her last summer. If my memory was right, she was that chemical psychology prof - the one who was always super enthusiastic about everything. Her excessive enthusiasm would've been annoying, if she wasn't so charismatic. I'd been meaning to shoot her an email ever since that class ended. After all, her class was a big part of my reason for swapping majors.

This was perfect! My day had been pretty crummy up to this point, but this poster more than made up for it. I couldn't help but notice that there was an extra skip to my step as I made my way back to my dorm room.

...

I was pulled out of my nap by the sound of my phone ringing. I reached for the phone and pulled it up to my ear, all while still wiping the sleepiness from my eyes:

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jasmine! I'm just calling to follow up about your interest in the study."

"...the study?"

"Yes! My new stress relief study!"

"Your new... Right! Oh my goodness, Dr. Mackenzie, is that you?"

"Of course it is! We just spoke an hour ago, don't you remember?"

"Well, I - um - if I'm being honest I don't even remember calling. I just woke up from a nap and - don't get me wrong, I'm still interested in the study! I just, sorry, I'm a bit frazzled right now."

"Oh, there's no need to apologize, Jasmine! If you don't mind me saying, it sounds like this stress relief study might be exactly what you need."

"Ha, you might be right about that Dr. Mackenzie."

"Well, today's your lucky day! We just had an opening, and I wanted to know if you were free this evening? We could get you started right away!"

"This evening? Sure, I have nothing else planned for today."

"Great! I'll see you soon!"

"Wait, Dr. Mackenzie, you never said where-"

I felt a prick in the back of my arm. I could barely register the sting of the needle, or its cold and metallic touch, before my vision began to blur and darken. With my last few ounces of consciousness, I crumpled out of bed and turned to face my assailant.

Seated on my bed was a young, olive-skinned girl who looked to be around my age. Most of her face was obscured by either her facemask or her curtain of frizzy brown hair, but I swear, she looked familiar. Had she been there the whole time? How have I not noticed? What had she done to me?

My vision faded to black before I could voice any of these question.

...

My eyes fluttered open as, all at once, my consciousness flooded back into me. My head hurt like hell, but I was alive.

I looked around my surroundings and, to my complete and abject horror, realized I had no idea where I was. Well, I definitely wasn't in my dorm room, for starters. This new room was barely big enough for me to stand up in. Every inch of surface was coated in a thick layer of dirty white cushioning - similar to what you'd expect to see in a padded cell.

As my senses came back to me, the sense of dread in my stomach only grew worse and worse. I felt my chest tighten as I looked down and realized that I was wearing a straight jacket. My arms were folded together and restrained against the small of my back. Similarly, my legs had also been restrained, forcing me into a kneeling position. I couldn't see them, but I could tell that my ankles were bound together as well.

Panic began to seize my body, but no matter how hard I struggled against my restraints, they just wouldn't budge. Hell, maybe it was just my panic taking over, but it felt like there were getting tighter.

I opened my mouth to scream, only to realize the third (and second-last) accessory to my newfound torment: a rubber ball gag had been fastened into my mouth, forcing my jaw open at an uncomfortable angle. My screams, already muffled by my gag, seemed to dissipate almost as soon as they left my mouth. Hell, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to be able to make any noise.

That's when I noticed the heavy set of headphones strapped to my head. They were firmly fastened around my ears, and seemed to be cancelling any and all noise, leaving me in complete silence.

I began to sob - I've never felt this scared and helpless before. Suddenly, as if on cue, a familiar voice filled my ears.

"Testing. Testing. Jasmine? Hello? Nod if you can hear me."

It was Dr. Mackenzie. With what limited range of movement I had, I nodded my head.

"Perfect! I just wanted to make sure your new headgear works! Oh, this is just so exciting, isn't it?"

I frantically shook my head and began screaming into my gag, frustrated that the headphones robbed me of the autonomy to even hear myself. This clearly wasn't the reaction Dr. Mackenzie was hoping for.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. See? This is your problem, Jasmine. You're too stressed. You need to learn to just relax and live in the moment, which is exactly what we're going to try to help you do! It's easier said than done, I know, but lucky for you, I've taken the liberty of administering a few doses of a little something I've been working on? Isn't this fun?"

I shook my head again. I could feel tears streaming down my face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Again with the negative attitude! Well, I'm going to keep speaking, so you just sit your cute little ass down and listen, mmkay? While you were catching up on your sleep, I injected you with a serum I've been working on - I'm thinking of calling it Mackenzienite! Get it? Like my name?"

The humor was lost of me.

"Anyways, this serum has two effects. First, you might notice that you're feeling oh so sensitive to the touch. Am I right, Jasmine? Every physical sensation - from the fabric against your skin to the restraints around your limbs - is being amplified tenfold by the aphrodisiac component of the serum. Do you know what that word means? Aphrodisiac? It's a word used to describe something that increases sexual pleasure - in this case, your sexual pleasure. After all, nothing clears your mind like a nice orgasm, isn't that right?"

I couldn't even hear myself scream, but my voice already felt hoarse and cracked for straining against my gag, desperately trying to pierce the noise cancelling effects of my headphones. I tried pulling against my restraints once again, only to knock myself off balance and fall flat on my stomach. With my limbs yanked up in the air behind me, I had now lost the little range of movement I had.

"The thing is, Jasmine - oh, actually, can I call you Jazzy? I'm going to call you Jazzy. The thing is, Jazzy, the serum has a nasty little side effect that I just can't seem to get rid of. All versions of the serum, despite having the intended aphrodisiac effects, also seem to inhibit orgasms. Isn't that a fun little paradox? From the experiments I've done so far - on myself, of course - no amount of pleasure, even when amplified by the aphrodisiac effects of the serum, can overcome the orgasm blocking attributes of the serum. So annoying, isn't it? No matter how badly your body wants it, no matter how much every physical signal begs for release, you just won't be able to cum. In the wrong hands, this could be a very dangerous tool."

I felt my eyes widen as I realized things were about to get much worse.

"Luckily for you, I have every intent to take very good care of you. Anyways, we'll be testing out this newest strain of the serum. For your sake, I hope it works. Ready to begin?"

I shook my head.

"Good!"

Dr. Mackenzie's voice disappeared from my headphones, throwing me back into the horrible world of silence. As if that wasn't bad enough, the tiny room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Whatever light source had been illuminating the room before had been disconnected. For a few horrifying seconds, I just lay there - unable to move, unable to see, unable to hear... I was in hell. Or at least that's what I thought.

As it turns out, things were about to get a lot worse.

A burst of sensation blossomed out from between my legs. Somewhere, buried deep within the folds of my straight jacket - strapped against my inner thigh and pressed up against my pussy - a vibrator whirred to life.