Subject 16 Eros Test 01

Lead scientist Rossi sat at his desk, glasses pulled up peering into a microscope. Footsteps approached, but he paid them no mind.

"Sir, we just got the last batch of Eros back from the manufacturing department."

The head bowed over a microscope looked up, placing his glasses back over his eyes. "Excellent. What test subjects are available?" The younger man checked his tablet.

"Looks like subjects 16 and 21, Sir." Rossi paused thinking for a moment.

"Please have subject 16 placed in testing room 2."

"Right away Dr. Rossi."

Somewhere deeper in the facility Subject 16 sat in their room, on their bed watching a screen embedded in their wall. The screen went blank before the automated voice filled the room.

"Subject 16 you have been selected for testing, please proceed to testing room 2." 16 sighed softly and stood up. The door to their room slid open silently revealing the brightly lit hallway beyond. The hallways were bare except for staggered doors at precise intervals. 16 knew that other test subjects were behind them, each one had a number painted on the wall beside the door, just like she did. The hallways were empty, she had been here long enough that she no longer had to be escorted between her room and the testing rooms. The door to testing room 2 was open and waiting for her, the lights bright.

A medical table stood in the center of the room with examination lights above. The lights above the table were currently dim, but she knew they would turn on the second she sat on the table, triggered by her weight. There was a row of monitors that would eventually display her vital signs and other statistics once she was hooked up. One of the junior scientists was in the room fussing at something on a tray she didn't bother to look at. He was young, maybe in his twenties with dark curly hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. He reminded her of someone from a time long ago, but the memories were fuzzy and she didn't bother digging deeper. Digging into the past only brought on migraines that lasted for days. He looked up at her and smiled as she automatically started disrobing her basic gray sweatpants and white t-shirt. Her standard clothes when she wasn't required to wear something else for the scientists. Most of the time they required her naked for the tests they ran. She folded them neatly and placed them on the little shelf they had set aside specifically for her things.

"Good Morning Subject 16, I'm going to start off with our baseline tests now, okay?"

"Of course Dr. Green, whatever you need." She sat in the middle of the cold table with her legs hanging off the side, she kept her hands folded in her lap. While Dr. Green wheeled his cart full of various monitors and wires up next to her. He uncoiled a metal band and she offered her left bicep without question, without him having to utter a word. He wrapped the thin pliable metal band around the middle of her bicep. He pressed a button and headed to the monitors, fiddling with a few things and making notes on his tablet.

"How do you feel this morning? Anything of note we should be aware of?" He asked before looking up at her with a smile. She liked him, he always made it a point to smile at her. A full smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"No Dr. Green," she said simply.

He tapped a few more times on his tablet before he grabbed a pen light out of his pocket and came over to her. He tilted her head back with his hand and shined the bright light in her eyes watching her pupils contract. His hand was warm and soft, and he was gentle. He pressed around her neck, before listening to her lungs. When he was satisfied, he nodded before heading to a stand of capped vials. He plucked one up with his deft fingers, heading over to her and uncapping it. The liquid inside was clear with a slight red hue to it. It seemed more viscous than water, clinging to the sides as he moved the vial.

"If you could please drink the contents of this please." He offered her the small vial, and she took it delicately from his hands, the glass cold in her hand. She upended the contents of the vial into her mouth without a second thought. The liquid tasted vaguely of strawberries, and clung to her tongue like an oil. She swallowed it, the liquid heating the entire way down her throat and down into her stomach, ending in a puddle of warmth in her stomach. She handed the vial back and Dr. Green took it, making a note on his tablet after checking his watch.

"How did it taste?"

"Like strawberries." Dr. Green raised his eyebrow at her before jotting it down on his tablet.

"How does it feel?"

"Warm, I feel it warm in my stomach." She placed her hands over her stomach as she said this. He made another note on his tablet.

"Please lay back on the table, Dr. Rossi will be in shortly."

She caught his glance at the mirrored wall on the side of the lab opposite the door she entered. She knew that Dr. Rossi must have been in there while Dr. Green did his preliminaries. She laid back without further prompting. She placed her wrists and ankles on the leather straps she knew would be locked around them. Dr. Green started with her left wrist, locking it down tight in the leather cuff, placing a finger between her skin and the leather to make sure he wasn't damaging her. He did the same procedure to her ankles and right wrist making his way around the table. He also pulled a waist strap through the base of the table, as well as thigh straps to each individual thigh. She normally wasn't restrained to this degree and she felt her heart rate pick up slightly before she calmed her breathing. She wanted to be a good subject and not skew the results with her nervousness.

"Any pinching anywhere?" He asked when the final strap was secured.

She shook her head before answering, "no sir."

"Good. Dr. Rossi will be with you shortly." He smiled, patting her bare foot before heading to the door next to the mirror. She was alone, staring into the bright examination lights above her, while the machines on the cart hummed softly to themselves. She closed her eyes waiting for Dr. Rossi so he could begin his experimentation.

She focused on her breathing, sitting with the sensations in her body, the leather straps heating up with her skin, the slow rising and falling of her ribs with her breath. The warmth that had settled in her stomach with the drinking of the vial felt like it was heating up, radiating out. The warmth spread from her stomach out to her limbs, traveling up her spine to her brain, her thoughts go from sharp clarity to fuzzy. She was warming up, the testing rooms always being on the colder side, it felt like the temperature in the room was increasing. She swallowed, the saliva pooling in her mouth, the coating of strawberries making her feel like she had been sucking on hard candy.

All of the sudden, she became aware of the pooling warmth in her core. She felt empty, aching. The evidence of her aching arousal started to gather on her thighs. She attempted to shift to ease the aching or hide the evidence of her arousal but her waist was strapped tight to the table. With her shifting, her skin peeled slightly from the table beneath her. She must have started sweating. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple at that very moment causing her to shift, it was as if someone took a finger and trailed it down her skin. She whimpered softly to herself as her skin began feeling tight across her body, her nipples turning to painful peaks. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears as she felt it increase, her body becoming nothing but her pulse. She opened her eyes, wincing and closing her eyes again almost immediately finding the lights had become blinding.

She heard the door that Dr. Green had disappeared through open and shut. Steady footsteps approached her on her table. She opened her eyes a crack locating the figure through the blinding lights. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the brightness enough that she could make out Dr. Rossi by the cart of machines. He had his tablet in his hand making notations, murmuring softly to himself. She couldn't make out what he was saying, just the general cadence of his voice. There was a soft clunk as he placed his tablet onto the cart. He bent his head as he attached a small black microphone to his shirt collar, clicking it on. He then went over to another part of the lab that she couldn't see without lifting her head up. There was the snapping of gloves before he was back in her line of sight. He stepped closer to her, into the bright examination lights and looked down at her. His gaze roved over her body in a detached sort of way.

"Time is 10:30am, Subject 16, Eros Batch 35 was administered at 10:10am. This is the first test of Eros for this subject. Subject presenting with elevated heart rate, and respiration. Perspiration evident," he looks up checking a monitor. "Body temperature has risen one degree. Subject 16 how do you feel?" She swallowed in an attempt to clear her throat to speak. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words to explain how she felt. She couldn't begin to describe the need that made her feel like a live wire, pulsing red hot with every beat of her heart. She whimpered in frustration, thrashing her head slightly.

"Subject unable to communicate at this time," clipped Dr. Rossi. There was a warm touch on her brow before her eyes were held open, a bright blinding light being flashed into them. "Pupillary response normal, however subjects pupils are dilated. Open your mouth please." She opened her mouth automatically. Gloved fingers were placed into her mouth pressing down on her tongue, before she even realized what she was doing she was sucking on the digits in her mouth, swirling and flicking her tongue over them. With a slight scoff he pulled his fingers out of her mouth.

"Salivation greatly increased. Subject began sucking on digits unprompted." There was the snap of a set of gloves being removed, before another snap as new gloves were being put on. There was the metallic clack and then her legs were being spread on the swinging legs of the exam table.

"Bodily lubrication is moving down the subject's thighs. Vulva and clitorus appear swollen. Nipples appear tight and peaked." She was so aroused she could barely think, she knew her legs had been spread. Her body ached to be filled and clenched on nothing.

"Evidence of vaginal contracture upon observation. 16, are you experiencing an orgasm?" She shook her head mewling in need. She clawed her nails into the table below her trying to keep hold of herself. "Subject denies experiencing orgasm at this time." Her legs were swung further apart, opening herself further to his scrutinizing gaze. There was the barest press of a glove hand on her inner thigh, her muscle jumping at the touch. She moaned loudly at such a slight touch, writhing the best she could under the hold of her restraints. It was as if there was a line of fire direct from the skin he touched directly to her pulsing clit.

"Subject extremely sensitized to touch." The sound of his footsteps alerted her to his approach before her eyes focused on the man standing at her side. He raised his hand and flicked a fingernail across the raised bud of her nipple. She moaned out, squirming with each sharp scrape of a nail. It was only a couple sharp flicks before she found herself hurtling into the abyss of an orgasm. She struggled against her restraints, lifting her head and shoulder off the table before arching the best she could.

"Subject experienced an orgasm with minimal stimulation to the nipple at 10:35am. Increasing restraint on the subject to prevent possible injury."

His words floated to her in the haze of her orgasm. She wasn't aware of what was happening until the cool press of leather and the soft metallic click near her ear alerted her to the restraint being clicked into place around her neck. She looked up into the eyes of the man looking down at her, noting with a sense of detachment how his eyes were such an unusual shade of blue green behind his glasses.

"Subjects eyes are dilated and glassy, perspiration and respiration has increased, goosebumps are along subjects body. Subject appears to be shivering. Are you cold?" She didn't know who he was talking to anymore, but she smiled happily at him as the waves of euphoria washed along her aching flesh.

"Subject no longer responding to basic queries." The man stepped away and she watched the lights come in and out of focus as her body shook faintly. It wasn't long before the aching in her core was back to a fevered pitch. She whined softly, attempting to shift and relieve it, but came against the restraints holding her down.

There was the sound of something being fiddled with, and before she could figure out the sounds a single slicked finger entered her and didn't move. The simple act of penetration was enough to throw her over the cliff of euphoria again, she moaned loudly since she was unable to move more than subtle wiggles, contracting hard around the digit. It took a while before her shattered mind put itself together.

"Subject experienced a two minute long orgasm after penetration of a single digit. Minor aftershocks continued for another two minutes." The air was filled with ragged gasping. It was a moment before she realized that it was her that was gasping for air. Her heavy eyes scanned the room looking for Dr. Rossi. He was standing at the bank of monitors again, making notes on his tablet. He pressed a button next to one of the monitors that activated an intercom.

"Yes, Dr. Rossi?" It was Dr. Green's voice coming distorted through the speaker.

"Please bring in the fucking machine."

There was a moment of pause, "right away sir."

Dr. Rossi stepped away from the monitors and approached her again. He watched her with calculating eyes. His eyes were a brand on her skin, searing her flesh with keening desire. The two previous orgasms did nothing except ignite her desire further. She wiggled desperately to try and sate her growing lust. Her pussy clenched, as if in an attempt to prove to her how empty it was. She longed to be filled.

The door swung open and Dr. Green pushed before him a cart with a machine on it. It looked like a large piston on legs. Dr. Green wheeled it to rest between her legs. Dr. Rossi bent to a shelf on the cart and stood holding a dildo, he screwed it into the piston. The machine was wheeled forward and the tip of the dildo pushed just into her entrance. She cried out clenching around the tip of the dildo riding out another orgasm. Both men watched her as she came down from her orgasm panting. Dr. Rossi was making a note on his tablet when her vision came back into focus. He looked up at her, before making a few taps on his tablet and the machine came to life between her legs with a whirr.

It did not move fast, just a rhythmic in and out, but to her oversensitized body it was an orgasm with every stroke. Wave upon wave crashing into each other, until they crested together, becoming one continuous orgasm. There was the rush of warm liquid coursing down her thighs. She screamed out, as her body began to shake under the hold of the restraints. She was flying on a cloud of pleasure. Tears streamed from her eyes. Her vision blurred. She became a being of cosmic energy, no longer contained by physical form. She was warmth, bliss, joy, light, a shooting star firing across the nebulas of space. It was then that the blackness of space enveloped her, sucking her down into peaceful oblivion.