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Authors note. The experiment starts in Chapter 2; Chapter 1 is entirely setup. None of this content was generated by AI.

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Chapter 1

She looks cute when she's nervous

, I thought to myself,

she must really want to be a subject.

You were sat in the plastic chair on the other side of my desk wearing a hesitant smile. I leant back into my chair, also smiling at how perfect the situation was. I enjoyed watching as your eyes scanned my awards displayed on the wall behind me, then took in my imposing leather chair and mahogany desk.

The cute little thing has probably never seen so much gold in one place

, I mused. I took a slow, contemplative breath, and studied you. You looked good, but the outfit could be improved with a collar and an expression of adoring obedience. I knew why you were here, of course. After seeing you scurrying across campus, I decided you would be the perfect subject for my experiment. There was only so much that reading dense academic texts, building a framework and researching theory could teach me. At some point, I had to put my theories to the test.

"I'm here to ask your research study." You said simply. I was surprised when you didn't continue talking on when I didn't immediately respond. Perhaps you weren't as nervous as I'd thought.

I met your eyes and smiled, letting some of my excitement show on my face.

"That's good. Have you read the poster fully?" I asked.

"Yes - but more importantly I've seen how much you're paying." You said, smiling impishly. Just two weeks as a participant would be more than enough for you to pay for two semesters' rent. Enough that you could stop working at that supermarket in the uniform that didn't suit you. Enough that you could focus fully on your studies. I liked how you smiled.

"Good. I need to do some checks to make sure you're eligible before we begin. First, when was your date of birth?"

You replied immediately, not that I cared. I'd found that out as I researched you before sending you the invitation.

"And your address?" I watched as you relaxed into the boredom of talking through the information you'd given out a hundred times before.

"Your year of study?" I asked, "Your years of employment?". Again, you responded, now fully relaxed.

"Thank you. Please hold out your right hand, flat, with your fingers apart. Good, hold it there. Good, thank you. Now the same with your left." I looked at your hands studiously, as if this was something that was vital for the experiment. I enjoyed watching as you did as you were told, though having to say "please" and "thank you" irritated me. It wasn't right to have to say such things, but I could be patient.

"Good." I declared again, resisting the urge to add "girl".

"Stand up."

"Okay." You said. I liked how the slight confusion in your voice sounded but could see mild concern touching the edges of your expression as you rose. I shouldn't have been toying with you like this, but didn't want to stop. To have a pretty girl obeying my every word felt right. I flicked my gaze towards my monitor and acted as if checking off a list.

"Just have to confirm that you're healthy enough to join us for this investigation, that's all." My gaze scanned down your body, and I carefully put on my mask of mild academic interest. I liked the dusting of pink blush that was being painted onto your cheeks. I looked back at my monitor and pretended to check off a list.

If I push her much further right now, she might not want to be a part of my research

, I considered,

but I do want to know how far she'd obey me. Would she put her hands behind her back? Would she turn around? What would she do if I told her to lift up her top?

I decided against pushing you further. There were bigger plans for you. The next part was delicate, though.

"Good," I pronounced, "You'll be pleased to know that you've not got rickets. You may sit again, and I'll go and get you a consent form." You smiled up at me as I stood to leave, and I smiled back, with genuine warmth. You would be perfect.

When I returned, I held only one piece of paper. I frowned, and looked down at your still-blushing face.

"I'm sorry to say that it looks like we've run out of the forms. I've only got the signing page, and that just won't do. I want to start the test today, and I'm afraid to say that you won't be able to participate." I told you. I'd let you believe that there would be other participants, for now.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," you sighed, clearly a little relieved, "Thank you for seeing me, I'm glad to hear I don't have rickets, at least."

I let you get your hand on the door knob before I interjected. I'd been hoping you'd come up with a solution by yourself, but perhaps I had pushed you too hard for that.

"Oh, I've just thought, there is one thing we could do. The form is all standard, boilerplate stuff. I can print out another copy later, but I need to have you sign before we start. If you wanted, you could sign just the final sheet."

I watched you thinking about the money.

You asked "Could you tell me what the experiment is?"

"I'm afraid not. It would ruin the data. I can't even tell you what was on the form, since the language is very specific and I might misspeak, which would mean you wouldn't act naturally. I can tell you that you'll be here in my lab, with everything you need. The experiment should give you a new perspective on the world and your place in it."

Every undergraduate knew about the effects of mushrooms, and the news liked to use that exact phrase to explain how it felt afterwards. I'd even taken the extra step of placing a small fossilised colony of them behind me, to nudge you towards that thought. I watched as you followed the logic through and internally convinced yourself that the experiment would be just trying hallucinogens. You'd not be getting hallucinogens, but the experiment would definitely give you a new perspective.

You sat back down, and nodded at me, now excited once more.

"I need to record you signing, then I want you to look up at the camera and say that you've read it all and you're excited to be a part of the research."

You did as you were told.

Chapter 2

Ten minutes later, I had you lying on your back atop the bed in the centre of my lab. The bed was extremely configurable, and could switch to sat-up position. It was soft, and covered in a flexible plastic fabric. However, it was not solid other than where your torso lay. Instead, it had articulated arms that would hold your limbs and could move. The disposable hospital gown hung tightly around your body, and it required a strong effort of will to fix my gaze on your eyes as I stood over you.

"As, I think, you so cleverly guessed, you're not going to quite be in your right mind during this experiment. So, for your own safety and mine, I'm going to put these safety clasps around your arms."

I could tell that you were immediately concerned, but excited that you now had "confirmation" about what the experiment would be.

"It's going to be okay," I told you, "I reckon you'll be really glad you've done this afterwards." I gently took your left arm and lifted it up above your head. I placed it onto the articulated limb of the bed that was designed to hold it, then fastened the cuff around your slender wrist.

I repeated it for the other wrist, giving you a reassuring smile. I found it hard to let go of you, enjoying the feeling of holding you down.

"You don't need to do my legs, do you?" You asked, your eyes fixed on the cuffs around your wrists.

I took a deep breath in. It was growing difficult to keep myself from touching you.

"I'm afraid I do. Just one for now."

I could see that you were suspicious now. I kept looking down at you, feeling myself growing hard. I could barely think about my plan, all I wanted to do was pin that pretty face down and use you.

Something in my expression must have given me away.

"I want to stop the experiment," you blurted, "I'm sorry, I just don't think I can do this."

"Of course, that's no problem. Just as we agreed, you can stop at any time."

You sighed with relief, and I placed my hand on your head condescendingly.

"You

just

have to say the exit phrase given in the consent agreement."

"What?

You

didn't show me the fucking consent agreement!"

"That can't be right. I definitely have a video of you saying that you've seen it. If you don't say the phrase, how can I know that you genuinely want out?"

I could see your cute little mind trying to work out what to do. You kept speaking, outrage and fear clearly bubbling inside you.

I'm going to need to put a gag on her, or the slut will never shut up

, I considered.

You tried to stand up but, with your arms tied as they were, you didn't get far. I pushed you back down, and snatched your flailing left leg. I slammed it into position on the articulated limb of the bed, then deftly tied it down. Now that you were secured, I could begin my research.

I took my voice memo recorder from my pocket, and began taking my notes. "Subject appears-

will you shut up

- subject appears distressed. Face is completely flushed, and neck is also showing signs of-" I cut off as you continued talking. I walked around the bed so I standing directly over your head, and gave you a hard slap across the face.

"

You do not speak unless spoken to. You are going to shut the fuck up while I'm recording my observations.

" I struck you again, this time on the thigh. I wished I could give you a spanking, but it would be a waste of time to flip you over now. You shut your mouth anyway.

"Subject shows signs of embarrassment and fear." I pronounced. I strode over to where you had discarded your outdoor clothes while I was outside the room. I picked through them until I found your underwear.

"Earlier instructions to hold out her hands and stand up appear to have had limited erotic effect on the subject. Underwear show signs of arousal, though not extreme. Subject is, as suspected, only mildly submissive. Thus, she is perfect for this experiment."

As I spoke, you began to try to threaten your way out of the situation. "Do you know who my father is? I'll ruin your life, you'll wish you'd never met me!"

I walked back over to stand beside you, and slapped you once more. I liked how your cheek reddened further afterwards. I didn't like how you kept talking. I traced my hand downwards from your cheek, around the nape of your neck. I settled my hand there, and began to squeeze.

Gently at first, but growing stronger, I expertly reduced the flow of blood to your brain. I smiled again, thinking about how helpless and small you must be feeling. I wondered if you were thinking about how I could now do whatever I liked with you. My fingers pressed on your artery, and I applied just enough pressure to rob you of the ability to think for a few minutes. By the time I was finished, you were only barely clinging on to conciousness. I took your face in my hands and planted a kiss onto your forehead and lips before continuing my notes.

"Subject fails to understand simple instructions, and displays many disobedient traits. Appears to be suffering delusions of grandeur; she believes that she's made for something other than being a toy on my table. Treatment for this unfortunate condition will begin in 5 minutes." I said as I traced a hand along the profile of your body.

I took your remaining free leg and tied it down too. You were now so helpless, I couldn't help but feel attracted to you. The thought of tearing through your gown, then through the disposable underwear I'd given you to wear was almost all-consuming. But I was a consummate professional, and my research was more important than this feeling.

While your mouth was still lolling open, I walked into the adjacent room to get you a gag. It fit neatly into your mouth, and I'd made sure it would be extremely comfortable. I delicately removed your hospital gown, enjoying the sight of your breasts and skin.

I patiently waited for you to regain the ability to speak while idly toying with your exposed nipple. I wanted you to hear my next set of notes.

"Subject's current underwear are noticeably wet in the vaginal area. This is congruent with the view that the subject is a mild submissive, since the dampness does not extend far. This is, however, strong evidence that the subject is a slut who, deep down, knows her rightful place is serving and being used by her betters."

I found your attempts to disagree around the gag particularly sweet. I took one hand and slowly traced it up your thigh until I reached your underwear. The dark staining on the grey band of the pants was satisfying, but not as satisfying as how you tried to struggle away from my intruding hand. I tore through the band and threw the underwear to the floor.

I traced your body with my eyes, enjoying your complete nudity. The image was so perfect that I took out my camera for recording the experiment, and took a photo.

This pretty little thing is going to be mine. For the next two weeks, and beyond if the experiment is a success.

I watched as you battled with the restraints, trying fruitlessly to escape what you thought I'd do next. I placed yet another restraint around your hips, holding them down to the bed. Then, I took the joint of the legs of the bed and wound a small handle. Slowly your legs were forced open. I stood to your side, tracing my right hand up the length of your thigh again, while grasping your breast with my left. As I pushed my fingers into you, I squeezed your breast. The combined sensation made you groan.

I fingered you roughly for five seconds before retracting my hand. I watched your expression of fear and arousal at the violation.

My fingers were wet, and I dried them off on your inner thigh.

"Subject appears unwilling to be touched, though she displays pleasure when pushed. Administering first drug."

I wheeled a device over from the corner. It had a small container full of water and a hose hanging from the bottom. At the end of the hose was a piece to fit into your gag. I had debated giving you the drug anally, but I wanted it to have the most immediate effect possible.

I placed the device directly over your face, then popped the bung off your gag. I grabbed you by the hair to hold your head still while I fastened the hose into the gag, but I didn't release the water yet.

"What's going to happen is that I'm going to release the water into your mouth, then hold your nostrils shut. In your condition of elevated stress, I estimate it will take twenty seconds for you to need to breathe. The only way for you to breathe is for you to finish drinking the water. The water will taste more bitter than you expect, that is because of the substance dissolved into it. There's only about two mouthfuls in there."

With one smooth motion, I released the water, then held your nostrils shut. I felt your body shaking as I held you.

"Be a good girl and drink. You're only making this harder for yourself. Be good. Drink."

You resisted for as long as you could. I watched as your face drained of the beautiful red colour it had picked up. Your expression of fear suited you well.

You swallowed. Then again.

"You're a very good girl," I told you as you gasped for air, "A very good girl. This bodes well for you. You should start to feel the effects of the drug now."

I could tell you already were. Your cheeks had regained their flush, and you were groaning softly. Your nipples were erect and, when I strode around to look, your vagina was dripping your arousal onto the bed beneath you. Your face was a mask of confusion and embarrassment as the feeling ripped through you.

Chapter 3

"What you're now experiencing is a drug that doesn't yet have a name. Discovered by friend who shares my beliefs, but we knew it would be no fun if we patented it immediately. I don't have to tell you what it's doing to you, do I?"

I took out my voice memo recorder, and said "Subject displays all normal signs of the formula being successful. Evidence of extreme arousal is now dripping onto the bed."

You were groaning harder now, with a desperate sort of hopeless need.

Her head must be a confusing place to be,

I mused,

full of thoughts of how to escape and how humiliated and helpless she is, but all of it overruled by an insatiable lust

.

Her vagina must feel like it's on fire with a need to be touched. I bet she wishes she'd enjoyed my fingers more while she had them inside.

I wanted to see more; I wanted you to realise how you were now wrapped around my finger.

I undid the restraints on your right hand and stepped back. You immediately tried to undo your other cuff, but the bed was too well designed and you couldn't get it from the right angle. Then you couldn't resist the horniness any longer. Your hand shot between your legs, and you began rubbing yourself desperately. I took another photo, and recorded more notes on your predicament.

I idly wondered what percentage of your blush was because of the humiliation of masturbating in front of someone, what was because of the arousal and what was because your guilt at enjoying being used like this. I was content.

When I easily pulled your hand back above your head and cuffed you down once more, you moaned and tried to beg.

"We are going to have a lot of fun, you and I. As I told you, you're going to learn your proper place."

I placed my hand on your thigh, and I could tell that the muffled word you were trying to convey through the gag was "please". Now you were trying to jerk my hand toward your vagina rather than away.

"You see, my colleagues and I share a couple of beliefs that are... currently outside of the academic consensus. Going back to the start of history, there have been people within each tribe who are meant to be lesser and some that were meant to be greater. I'm not a deluded racist - it's nothing to do with race. These people existed in all cultures. This trait, of some being submissives and others being leaders, helped humanity gain its grand place at the top of the food chain. You have leaders who steer the tribe, and you have followers who obey them and serve them in gratitude for their efforts. But within the last few hundred years, we've been devolving. As society begins to insist upon pointless myths like 'equal rights' and 'respect', we've lost sight of the way forward. Why do you think there is so much wrong in the world?"

I placed my hand between your thighs and began to rub your vagina.

"You see, people like me are meant to lead, as I do. But society has stopped giving us proper rewards for it. I should be able to use my lessers however I desire. People like you are meant to be owned and played with. You're meant to be toys for successful men like myself. You're not really a person, you're just an object. And, you see some lessers are useful for getting work done. Take, for instance, some of my lab assistants. They've got sharp brains, but no vision, no leadership. They're useful for getting tasks done. You, however, are far more useful in other ways than using that pretty little head of yours."

I thrust two fingers deep inside your body as you convulsed with pleasure. I punctuated my following words by pushing my fingers into you when I emphasised a word.

"

You

are a

toy

that

exists

for

sex

. You're meant to be a pretty little

thing

that I can use to relax, whenever I

feel like it

. You're meant to be a

slut

who offers up her

body

and service to

me

.

You're

meant to be

my property

.

You're

meant to be

mine.

"