Clinical Trials Ch. 01

Do you masturbate, if so how often. Do you use sex toys. If so what type of toys. Do you orgasm from sex. Have you had multiple orgasms.

Then the questions turned to what she thought of her own body.

What features of your body are you most happy with. What features would you like to change. What features in other women do you find most attractive.

The questions went on and on, but Brittney was resolved to complete them as quickly as possible. Finally, after over an hour of struggle, Brittney finished. She hesitated before clicking the send button, again second guessing whether she should be doing this. But thinking again that she had little choice, she gritted her teeth and clicked send. She thought about starting an outline for the story, but wasn't in the mood. Instead she started browsing online for a new pair of shoes, even though she knew she couldn't afford them.

Brittney looked up and cursed at the wall behind her desk as she heard voices from that direction. Holly and her boyfriend had moved to Holly's bedroom, and the walls weren't thick enough to keep out the sounds coming from them. Though she was disgusted by the thought of the two of them having sex, she was drawn to listening in instead of putting on headphones to block them out.

"Man, you look sexy tonight Holly. I love that skimpy little dress," she heard Billy say.

"Aww, you like it? Does it make that big cock of yours get hard?" Holly taunted. "Let me see it. Take off your pants." Brittney heard some rustling. "Oh my, that is a big hard cock, now isn't it? What would you like to do with it?"

"I want to fill that little pussy of yours. I want to fuck you all night with it, that's what I want," Billy responded.

"Oh do you now? That seems a little ambitious, don't you think? All night? Why, I bet I could make you shoot your load with just a few strokes with my hand."

Brittney heard Billy groan. She imagined his big cock with Holly's fingers wrapped around it. Brittney slid her fingers inside her panties and began to slowly massage her clit.

After several moments she heard Holly's voice through the wall again. "Or what if I wrap my lips and tongue around this big cock. How long would you last?"

Billy groaned even louder. Brittney imagined that it was her kneeling in front of his big cock, taking it deep in her mouth. She didn't like Billy, but it was a dirty fantasy and it made her even wetter. She slid a finger inside her wet pussy and stifled a moan.

Billy's moans turned into curses as he tried to hold back his orgasm. Holly's voice again, "See, look at this dripping cock. You wouldn't last a minute inside my tight hole. You think you can fuck me all night? Mmhmm, not likely."

Brittney jumped as she heard the thump of Holly's headboard bump into the wall, and then Holly's voice again. "That's it, lay back. You're going to lick me. Make me cum with that tongue of yours since your cock isn't going to last long enough to get me off."

Brittney pulled her right knee up to her chest, then reached around and stuffed two fingers inside her opening as she imagined his tongue on her own pussy. She sawed her fingers in and out as squishy sounds filled her room.

"Oh god yes, that it. Faster, right there," Holly directed Billy. After several minutes Brittney could hear Holly go over the edge and scream out in orgasm.

Getting close to cumming herself, Brittney spread her legs further. In doing so she inadvertently banged her foot against the lamp, which slammed into the wall with a crash. "Shit!" she screamed out loud and tried to grab the lamp. Instead of grabbing the lamp she proceeded to knocked over the pencil holder, causing it and a dozen pens and pencils to hit the hardwood floor and scatter across the room.

"Hey!" Holly shouted and pounded her fist against the wall. "Getting your thrills from listening to us fuck?"

"Shit!" Brittney said under her breath. "No, I'm not!" she called back to Holly, completely flustered.

"Uh huh, I bet. Fuckin' perv. Go find your own cock," Holly shouted back at Brittney.

"Damn it," Brittney cursed under her breath. The mood broken, she retreated back to her bed and buried her head under her pillow. Though she could still hear the occasional shriek from the next room, she eventually fell into a restless sleep, still horny and frustrated.

*****

Brittney felt like she was suffocating. It was dark and she was lying on her back in her bed. A weight was on top of her chest making it hard to breathe. She squirmed but could barely move. She tried to push the weight off, but she felt weak. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness and Holly's face became clear looming over her.

"Hey, what are you doing in here," she squeaked, her voice barely a whisper.

"You owe me rent, bitch. Since you haven't paid me I'm going to take what you owe in other ways," Holly growled.

"Please, I'll get you your money. Just get off of me!" Brittney responded, again her voice sounding barely above a whisper.

"No, I've waited long enough, your time is up," Holly angrily replied. She then began to move forward. To her horror Brittney suddenly realized that Holly was naked. Brittney was confused. Was she naked a minute ago? Brittney began to panic as Holly's pussy loomed closer and closer to her face.

"No!!" she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Then she heard a male voice behind Holly.

"That's it, ride her face! Let's see her lick her first pussy. Oh yeah, do it, Holly!"

Shit, it was Billy, her boyfriend. What was he doing in here! She twisted in an attempt to get away, but it was impossible to get any leverage. Holly's pussy was just inches away from her lips. She squirmed, but her eyes were riveted to the sight before her. Holly's pungent scent filled her nostrils.

"Lick it, Brittney," Holly ordered. Brittney wanted to resist, but found herself pushing her tongue up to touch the outer folds of Holly's slit, momentarily forgetting that Billy was watching. She then curled her tongue and pushed it inside Holly, hearing Holly moan in pleasure. Her tastes were flooded as Holly's juices coated her tongue. Brittney's mind screamed out that this was wrong, but her tongue continued its journey, now flicking across Holly's clit as Holly again moaned and ground harder against Brittney's face. She somehow felt a sense of accomplishment at being able to please Holly.

"Oh yeah, that's so hot," Billy commented from behind Holly. And then Brittney felt the unmistakable feeling of a hard cock nudging against her own opening.

"Please, no..." Brittney pleaded, but her pussy was wet, and she unconsciously pushed her hips towards the hard member that was about to penetrate her.

"Yeah, you want my big meat inside you, don't you," Billy growled.

"No," she whispered, but she again pushed her hips up to meet his pending penetration. She could feel the tip of his large member parting her lips. Brittney groaned.

"Hey, keep licking, you slut! I'm the one you owe back rent to," Holly commanded.

Brittney obediently thrust her tongue up into the sloppy cunt above her. Holly dropped herself down, smothering Brittney. Brittney struggled, unable to breathe. She felt like she was about to pass out. Billy's big cock slammed inside her, filling her up. She tried to scream.

*****

Brittney woke with a start, gasping for breath and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her pussy throbbed with need, and for a brief moment she thought she still tasted Holly's cream on her lips.

"Shit, what the hell!" Brittney thought to herself. "What kind of fucked up dream was that?"

She considered masturbating to relieve her pent up need, but decided fantasizing about Holly and Billy was just too far out there. She eventually dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Brittney spent the day searching for more information on Dr. Drake and BioZene, and also worrying about her next visit to see the doctor. Unfortunately the extent of her searching skills didn't go past Google, so she ended up with nothing more useful than what original folder from Ted Packard contained. She also half heartedly searched for more writing assignments, but was just as unsuccessful at that. She kept checking her e-mail for a reply from Dr. Drake regarding the survey she sent last night, but got nothing there either. She found a phone number from one of the prior journalists assigned to the story, so in desperation she called. There was no answer, so she left a brief message for them to call her back.

It was finally time to leave for her appointment. She wore a short yellow sun dress and brought her note pad and the questions she had prepared the previous day, though figured she'd be equally unsuccessful today at getting answers as she was yesterday.

Arriving at BioZene, she again parked in the gravel lot, approached the steel door, knocked, and waited. She nervously looked around, but there was no one else in sight. Finally the door opened.

"Miss Banyard. Follow me," Dr. Drake said with little fanfare. Brittney followed in silence as they made their way down the same hallways as the day before, arriving in Dr. Drake's office.

Without wasting any time, the doctor thrust several documents towards Brittney. "Here, read and sign these."

Brittney looked at them in dismay. There must have been 20 pages, and she wasn't in the mood to read a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo. "Yes ma'am," she responded, and then skimmed through the pages. She read very little, and understood even less. While she was reviewing them the doctor was across the room at a workbench, appearing to be very busy. Brittney considered asking for an explanation of the documents, but was afraid to disturb the doctor. Finally, she found the places to sign and penned her signature and date on each document.

"I'm finished," she called to the doctor.

"Excellent!" The doctor turned and strode over to Brittney. She grabbed the forms and handed Brittney a white hospital gown. "Remove all your clothes, put this on and lie back on the table please," the doctor ordered.

Brittney took the gown and unfolded it. "Here?" Brittney asked as she looked around for a place to change in private.

"Yes, yes, here. Hurry up, we have much to do and I don't wish to be here all night!" Dr. Drake responded impatiently.

Brittney turned around and undressed, then quickly pulled the gown over her naked body and climbed up on the table.

"Can you tell me what you are going to do to me now?" Brittney asked.

"Ah yes, of course!" the doctor responded, now appearing excited. "But just remember what I'm about to tell you is covered under the non-disclosure form that you just signed. You will not repeat any of it without my written consent. If you do, believe me, you will regret it."

"Umm, I understand, doctor."

"Ok, excellent! Well, we are going to perform two procedures today. Both are based on some advanced nanobiology research that combines the science of genetic engineering with the science of nanomaterials. We have found a way to create materials that are both programmable and compatible with the human body. In this way, we can create materials that can be introduced inside a person's body, and these materials can be programmed to act in specific ways. And we can create these materials simply and inexpensively in a lab environment. Any questions so far?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, you mean you are going to inject me with something?" Brittney responded fearfully.

"Haha, no! That's one of the huge advantages of our design. The body actually draws it in, recognizing the matching genetic make-up, and makes it part of that person. It is done completely by topical application. The most you'll feel is some tingling."

"Umm, ok. But what are you going to do to me?" Brittney asked.

"Ah yes, today's trial. First, we are going to test a replacement procedure for lip enhancement. Currently people use Botox or other injections. These are temporary solutions, and have side effects of swelling, allergic reactions, etc. I chose this for you because I noticed you have somewhat thin lips that you mentioned you weren't pleased with in your survey. I bet you'd love to have larger, perfect lips, now wouldn't you?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, I guess so, sure," Brittney replied, trying to think of where in the survey she had said this.

"Of course you do. Ok, I have the sample prepared. You will need to lie perfectly still."

Dr. Drake donned a pair of latex gloves and then brought a small dish over to Brittney. "You may feel a little tingling," she said and then proceeded to apply a gel like material to Brittney's lips using a small flat tipped instrument. She applied a thin coat, and then repeated this several times. It did tingle, and Brittney struggled to remain still.

After applying several coats of the gel to Brittney's lips, the doctor sat back and examined Brittney's lips. "I do believe this was a success!" the doctor said gleefully. "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Umm, no, I don' thin' so..." Brittney slurred as she tried to speak without moving her lips.

"Haha, no need for that! Touch them, lick them, it's fine! There's no recovery period," The doctor replied. She then handed Brittney a small mirror. "See for yourself."

Brittney took the mirror and looked at her lips. They were indeed perfectly formed, puffy, kissable lips. She touched them and felt her fingers tickling her lips. She then licked her lips. Everything about them felt like her own lips. "But how..." Brittney asked in amazement.

"My god, girl, weren't you listening? These are your lips now. The procedure is permanent. You now have perfect lips. Lips that will never get chapped, by the way," the doctor said proudly.

"Permanent?" she asked, nervously. She continued to examine her lips and face in the mirror. It was still her face, but, well, they did look good.

The doctor moved back to her bench and began preparing the second application. After several minutes she again approached Brittney. But this time she was pushing a cart with several items on it. From her angle Brittney couldn't see the items on the cart, and she surely would have panicked if she had. On the cart was a round container with a pump handle on the top. A clear plastic tube was connected to the container. The tube was several feet long, and the other end was attached to the end of a round steel shaft, about two inches in diameter and nine inches long. The shaft had holes at various locations along its length.

"I understand from your survey, Miss Banyard, that you are sexually active and that you are on the pill. I also understand that you contracted and STD two years ago," the doctor stated coolly.

"Umm, yes," Brittney confirmed, embarrassed.

"Very well. For this next application you will need to put your feet into the stirrups," the doctor stated as she extended the stirrups from the table.

"What are you going to do?" Brittney asked nervously, not moving.

"We have developed a topical nanomaterial that will both prevent unwanted pregnancy and prevent future STD's. Both would seem to be of value to you, Miss Banyard. Now put your feet in the stirrups. There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm a medical doctor. You don't have anything I haven't seen before."

Brittney lifted and spread her legs. Before she realized what was happening, the doctor added Velcro straps around her ankles, trapping her in the stirrups. "Just to prevent any unnecessary movement, Miss Banyard. We don't want something to go wrong with the application."

Brittney lay back and tried to think of things other than her current situation. She reminded herself that she needed to get more detail from the doctor for her story. What did the doctor call it? Nanobiology? She hoped she would be allowed to ask questions before she left today, since she needed to start putting together an outline for Mr. Packard.

Just then she felt something cool and slippery touch her between her legs and she jumped. She looked down to see the doctor about to insert the metal shaft into her vagina. She gripped the sides of the table as the shaft inched in slowly. It was well lubricated and didn't hurt, but it was definitely uncomfortable. The doctor then reached over and pumped the handle on the canister several times, filling the line and then the shaft with a clear gel, which began to ooze out of the holes in the shaft.

The doctor continued to push the shaft into Brittney until most of its nine inches was inside her. Brittney's knuckles were white as she continued to squeeze the table. Slowly, she found her body was getting accustomed to the intrusion. After a few minutes her pussy began to tingle. It was a similar feeling to how her lips felt from the prior application. But now feeling this in her most sensitive area, the tingling had a different effect. The doctor pumped the canister again, and Brittney could feel the cool gel coating her insides. The doctor began to pull the shaft back out, but then twisted it slightly and pushed it back in. Brittney could feel her own juices mingling with the gel as her body started to heat up. The doctor continued a slow rhythm of twisting and sliding the shaft in and out. Brittney was mortified to realize she was very aroused and could feel an orgasm building up inside her. She tried to hold it back, tried to think of anything besides the shaft filling her so completely. But the tingling was impossible to ignore, and soon she was gasping and teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, the doctor stopped with the shaft buried fully inside her. "Any discomfort, Miss Banyard?" the doctor asked.

Brittney could only shake her head.

"Very good," the doctor responded, then turned to examine the canister. Brittney's arousal slowly inched away from the precipice as she waited.

After several minutes the doctor spoke. "Ok, just a little more." She pumped the canister again and twisted the shaft buried inside Brittney. Brittney shuddered in response. The doctor pumped the shaft very slowly in and out for several minutes, periodically pumping the cylinder until it was empty. Brittney squeezed her eyes shut, certain that she was going to orgasm with the next thrust inside her.

But instead, the doctor pulled the shaft quickly out of her. Brittney let out a loud groan in disappointment.

"Yes, I'm sure that was uncomfortable for you, but we are finished," the doctor told Brittney in a tone that implied the doctor interpreted Brittney's outburst as relief. But the doctor was fully aware of Brittney's arousal. The doctor proceeded to wipe away the excess fluids leaking from Brittney's pussy and then removed the Velcro straps. "There we are, all finished. You may get up and get dressed now."

Flush with unfulfilled sexual tension, Brittney slowly rose and searched for her clothes, trying to clear her head and make sense of what just happened. Finally dressed, the doctor asked her to sit for a few last details.

"We will need to monitor your vital signs throughout the trial. You will be wearing this around your neck," the doctor stated as she held up a small steel collar. The collar was unmarked, about three eighths of an inch in diameter at the widest point. It also did not appear to have a clasp. The doctor clicked a button on her laptop and the collar opened. She then slipped it around Brittney's neck and snapped it closed again. It hung loosely around her neck, but was too small to remove without opening the clasp. "You must not remove this, or you will be expelled from the clinical trial. You must also abstain from any sex for 24 hours. That means no penetration, human or otherwise. Understand?"

Brittney was barely listening. While no longer filled with the steel shaft, her pussy felt like ever millimeter of her insides were being tickled by a thousand feathers. She felt more juices leaking out of her and soaking her panties. She squeezed her legs together to try to stop the sensations, which only put pressure on her clit and made her even more in need.