Chapter 1: Awakening
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the bright light above her head. The first thing she felt was the cool feel of table's leather mat upon her naked back and legs. There were shelves and counters, all painted white, and bright stainless steel instruments. The walls were pale blue and the tiles of the dropped ceiling were white foam.
She ran her hands over her large naked breast and the feeling that gave her made her breath sharpen. Her left hand moved slowly down her flat belly and she slid the tip of her finger into the top of her shaved cunt. That feeling brought a little moan from her lips.
"You're awake. Good."
She moved here head to look at the man who was standing just above her right shoulder. He wore a white lab coat and the blue name tag on the coat read "DR. STEIN." He looked at his watch and made a little tic on the clipboard he was holding. He was bald, thin and probably about fifty years old
As she watched him she slid her finger further into her wet vagina and moved it slowly back and forth. She moaned again from the pleasure.
"Just awake and already the little slut aren't you." He sounded quite pleased and he moved to where he could watch her masturbate a little better. She looked speculatively at his crotch and saw that his cock was beginning to push against the fabric of his khaki pants.
"You're name is Angelique," said the man, leaning his head to the side as he watcher her finger move. Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply. "There are certain chemicals in your body and one of the side affects of them is that they are very likely to make you feel almost constantly horny. You are going to need sex probably once an hour or so in order to keep yourself in control. Do you understand?"
Angelique nodded her head. She squeezed her right nipple while her other hand continued its movement in her pussy.
"The benefit of these chemicals is that they should make you quite physically appealing to others, most especially other women." His voice as he spoke was clinical, a calm statement of facts and a strange juxtaposition to her wanton display of sexual energy. "They are a mixture of potent sex pheremones and other select chemicals, a real hodgepodge of this and that but a potent mixture nonetheless. Men will find you intriguing, but women will find you downright irresistible. These chemicals are to be found in your bodily fluids. Sweat and saliva will both contain them but the highest concentration is to be found in your vaginal fluids. Kissing you will turn women on. When they eat your pussy they will find themselves in heaven. The affect should be quite interesting."
Her fingers felt good to her but she wanted more.
"Fuck me." She breathed hard from desire as she looked at the bulge in his pants.
His eyes traveled from the activity being displayed in her cunt, up and over her smooth flat stomach to her well shaped breasts, finally settling on her pretty face. Her brown hair was long and fell in waves around her. He looked carefully at the space above her right ear and his long fingers reached out and brushed aside the hair there. The scar was almost invisible.
"Please fuck me." She repeated her request with more urgency.
"Not me sweetheart," he said without animosity, "I know where you've been." He let her hair fall back onto the table and let his fingers trace a line down her throat and up her breast. Her back arched from the touch.
"But I don't want you to suffer. And watching you is making me horny as hell. I have a little proposition for you and if it works out like I think it will, you will be free to leave on your own and we take this experiment to the next level."
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Missy looked at the clock on the wall above her desk and sighed as she realized she had another two hours before she could leave. She hated whenever the agency sent her to work with Dr. Stein and she would be glad when she left for home. Hank had promised to hire a babysitter and take her out to dinner and a movie and she was looking forward to the date.
At least twice a week, the agency sent out one of it's girls to work as a receptionist in Dr. Stein's clinic and about half the time it seemed like that girl was Missy. The pay was good but it had to be good if Missy was going to put up with the good doctor and his roving eyes. Not that Stein had ever made a direct pass at her. She had made it clear almost from the first that she was very happily married and the Doctor had never done anything but leer when he thought she wasn't looking. Still she could almost always feel his eyes on her ass or tits whenever he was in the same room as her. She tried to make sure she wore her most conservative outfits whenever she worked the clinic but it was impossible to completely conceal her curves for nature had seen fit to bless her with large breasts and a well rounded butt.
A buzzer sounded on the desk and Missy flipped the switch on the intercom.
"Do we have anyone out there?" The Doctor's voice sounded a little different than normal. Almost like he was enjoying some joke or another.
Missy scanned the waiting room on the other side of the desk and scowled. They hadn't had any patients all day, not that the Stein's practice was ever very busy.
"No Doctor Stein," said Missy into the intercom.
"Good, then will you please see to the young lady in Room 5. She just woke up and I don't want her left alone very long. Her name is Angelique."
Missy frowned, puzzled. She had been there since the clinic had opened and she knew that no-one had entered all day. So why, she wondered, was there a woman in Room 5. She had to have been there all night. That sometimes happened but it was strange the Doctor had failed to mention this before. But then he had been awful busy all day on one of his projects.
"Missy?" The Doctor's voice was impatient now.
"Yes sir. I'll check on her."
"Good, good. I'll be there shortly."
Missy flipped off the intercom and stood up. She stretched her back, sore from sitting so long and looked once more at the clock.
"Two hours and I am so gone." With a deep breath of wearieness she walked through door out of the reception area. Her shoes clicked on the hard tiled floor and the sound echoed loudly in the narrow hallway. She turned a corner and stopped before the door on her right. Room 5.