The Experiment on Mackensie Jackson By RobBase086 and BurningWillows

[RobBase086]

It was a Monday night and Dr. Robert Sandage was working with Dr. Mackensie Jackson and Dr. Cameron Valentine on a new drug. Dr. Sandage was 42 years old, 5'4", short black hair and brown eyes. He weighed 140 pounds. He was single and never married. For Dr. Sandage working in the lab was his life and passion. He had received a phone call at his desk. It was Dr. Sandage head boss Dr. Gavin Slanovich. "Hello Dr. Slanovich. How are you doing tonight?" He asked him as he held the phone to his ear. "Dr. Sandage I am doing quite well. I need you and your doctors to be working on the new drug that is to change criminals or those mentally sick to fit back into society. I would like to see what effects it has to a person and all. Please start working on this." Dr. Sandage was listening to him and answered back, "I will do that and is this safe to do? How do we know that it will reverse a person back into society?" Dr. Sandage said to Dr. Slanovich. Dr. Slanovich was a bit annoyed by Dr. Sandage asking questions about it. "You are all doctors! Do your research on it and see what results turn up with it." Dr. Slanovich says to Dr. Sandage. As Dr. Valentine was listening into the conversation. Dr. Valentine was 6',2" tall with brown hair, blue eyes and weighed 160 pounds. He loved this kind of research that they did. He was a very cocky young doctor who just graduated from medical school. He kept himself in shape and would screw anything that was wearing a skirt.

Dr. Sandage looked at Dr. Valentine and Dr. Jackson to have a meeting with them. "Dr. Valentine and Dr. Jackson please come to my office for a meeting please." He walks into his office to have a seat in his chair at his desk. "It looks like it will be a long week for the three of us. We have some personality altering drug that the federal government is asking for. My boss just called me to tell me it is to change criminals and mentally challenged people to fit back into society. It is a crazy thing that we are working on. I remember hearing about the cruelty at the old hospital Pendenhurst in Pennsylvania. That was a sick thing on what the doctors and nurses did there. I just hope that we are not doing anything bad. Let us get started with this and use the microscopes to check DNA and all on this please." He said to them both. Dr. Valentine loved this idea and would love to see what it would do to Dr. Jackson if he could get away with it. Dr. Valentine loved sex and partying. He really did not care what he did to a woman. It is all due to his parents divorce as a child and his father dated more than one woman when he was young. That might explain why he only thinks about sex from the opposite sex.

 

[BurningWillows]

Mackensie Jakson walked down the street, cell phone in one hand, her double espresso caramellato in the other. So busy with her text she almost missed the pole in front of her. She swung around it last second, her black heels catching in a crack in the sidewalk sending her phone to the ground as she tried to balance herself and her drink.

"Fuck,"she muttered, reaching down to pick up her phone while simultaneously holding the skirt of her dress down so it wouldn't ride any farther up her thighs.

Straightening up her eyes caught the first poster on the pole, the headliner in bold letters :Need Money?

Well of course I damn well need money! she thought, staring at the cracked screen of her cell. She had been in the city for almost two weeks and had yet to find a job. She was running low on savings to support her caffiene addiction, her rent was due in just over a week, and she needed a new phone now too.

She continued reading, Research lab is looking for participants for a new drug. Test subjects must be fit, open-minded, and willing to go through a number of surveys. Please call or walk in for more information. On the bottom of the poster were small tabs with an address and phone number underneath. Mac took one, stuffed it in her small purse along with her phone and smoothed out the wrinkles in her purple halter dress.

It was still early into the afternoon. First she would go home and change, google the address in her laptop, and hopefully they'd still have room by the time she got there for another volunteer.

Besides, she thought, what's the worst that could happen?

 

[RobBase086]

Mackensie Jakson walked down the street, cell phone in one hand, her double espresso caramellato in the other. So busy with her text she almost missed the pole in front of her. She swung around it last second, her black heels catching in a crack in the sidewalk sending her phone to the ground as she tried to balance herself and her drink.

"Fuck,"she muttered, reaching down to pick up her phone while simultaneously holding the skirt of her dress down so it wouldn't ride any farther up her thighs.

Straightening up her eyes caught the first poster on the pole, the headliner in bold letters :Need Money?

Well of course I damn well need money! she thought, staring at the cracked screen of her cell. She had been in the city for almost two weeks and had yet to find a job. She was running low on savings to support her caffiene addiction, her rent was due in just over a week, and she needed a new phone now too.

She continued reading, Research lab is looking for participants for a new drug. Test subjects must be fit, open-minded, and willing to go through a number of surveys. Please call or walk in for more information. On the bottom of the poster were small tabs with an address and phone number underneath. Mac took one, stuffed it in her small purse along with her phone and smoothed out the wrinkles in her purple halter dress.

It was still early into the afternoon. First she would go home and change, google the address in her laptop, and hopefully they'd still have room by the time she got there for another volunteer.

Besides, she thought, what's the worst that could happen?

Dr. Sandage began to work with Dr. Valentine on creating this new drug. "Dr. Valentine I know how much you like to look and have fun with the ladies. Please remain professional about what we do." He told him. Dr. Valentine was a bit annoyed about being safe with women. His eyes rolled and he responded back, "Oh no worries Dr. Sandage. I can keep my sausage in my pants." He was of course lying because if the right woman came in who he could corrupt, make money off of by taking pictures to sell to Playboy, Hustler, or any other sex exploitation magazine he would. "Dr. Sandage you should see my studion in my condo! I definately can make movies if I want to. It is my new expensive hobby that I have." Dr. Sandage knew that Dr. Valentine loved to take advantage of women if he could to get only sexual satisfaction. The problem is that Dr. Valentine may meet his match soon.

"Well what you do outside of here is not my business provided that it is not illegal Dr. Valentine and you do not hurt anyone." Dr. Sandage replied back to Dr. Valentine. There were not many calls or anyone implying about the new drug to sample. "Dr. Sandage I hate to say it, but we cannot do research if no one calls or comes in." Dr. Sandage looked at Dr. Valentine and said, "I just had this spread all over town. It takes time for people to come out."

 

[BurningWillows]

Mac stood inside the doorway, doing a last minute check of herself. The tight red dress she wore plunged down her front in a deep v-line that reached just before her belly button. The dress was backless as well, the skirt of it sitting snugly on her hips to a quarter way down her thighs. All with the dress she wore black lace heels, hoop earrings, and a few bangles on each wrist. While she had been at her apartment she had remembered she was going to a friend's birthday bash later tonight. With no time between checking out the address on the ad, and getting to her friend's place, Mac decided to dress up early.

Now she was standing inside the doorway of the research lab, feeling suddenly bare. She could have brought a sweater or something, to hide her bra-less chest, or worn a shawl to cover her bare shoulders. Instead she would be walking into a building full of scientists, dressed inappropriately.

I'm not a freaking scientist though, she argued with herself, Why should I care how I'm dressed?

The answer came shortly as she walked into the building and got a shrewd look from the receptionist. At the point though she couldn't turn around without making it worse so she held her head up high and strutted forward, leaning slightly on the desk as she smiled at the receptionist.

"I found an ad for test subjects," she smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth.

The receptionist scowled, like Mac had just asked her to something horrid, "I'm sure you got the wrong ad. The modeling company is three buildings down."

That she knew where the modeling company was told Mac she wasn't the first pretty blonde to walk into the research lab. The woman, in her late twenties with mousy brown hair swept into a bun, glared at her again when she didn't budge.

"It was this address," Mac stated, her confidence dwindling under the glare of the other woman.

She looked down to her desk for something muttering under her breath, "Don't need no blonde bimbos running around here. Got enough to deal with."

Mac's nostrils flared and she bit her tongue to keep from retorting back. Just because she was slim, graced with curves, and had naturally blonde hair didn't automatically make her stupid. In fact, she had a B average throughout high school, and although she never attending college she hadn't shot down the idea of it yet.

Mackensie made an act of leaning over the desk and flipping her hair to piss off the receptionist more. Her eyes bugged out when she went to hand Mac a clipboard with a blank information sheet and her breasts pushed together as she used her far arm to reach for it, her right arm leaning against the counter surrounding her desk.

"Thanks!" Mac chirped, swiveling on her heel and marching away to a group of sofas.

 

[RobBase086]

Mac stood inside the doorway, doing a last minute check of herself. The tight red dress she wore plunged down her front in a deep v-line that reached just before her belly button. The dress was backless as well, the skirt of it sitting snugly on her hips to a quarter way down her thighs. All with the dress she wore black lace heels, hoop earrings, and a few bangles on each wrist. While she had been at her apartment she had remembered she was going to a friend's birthday bash later tonight. With no time between checking out the address on the ad, and getting to her friend's place, Mac decided to dress up early.

Now she was standing inside the doorway of the research lab, feeling suddenly bare. She could have brought a sweater or something, to hide her bra-less chest, or worn a shawl to cover her bare shoulders. Instead she would be walking into a building full of scientists, dressed inappropriately.

I'm not a freaking scientist though, she argued with herself, Why should I care how I'm dressed?

The answer came shortly as she walked into the building and got a shrewd look from the receptionist. At the point though she couldn't turn around without making it worse so she held her head up high and strutted forward, leaning slightly on the desk as she smiled at the receptionist.

"I found an ad for test subjects," she smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth.

The receptionist scowled, like Mac had just asked her to something horrid, "I'm sure you got the wrong ad. The modeling company is three buildings down."

That she knew where the modeling company was told Mac she wasn't the first pretty blonde to walk into the research lab. The woman, in her late twenties with mousy brown hair swept into a bun, glared at her again when she didn't budge.

"It was this address," Mac stated, her confidence dwindling under the glare of the other woman.

She looked down to her desk for something muttering under her breath, "Don't need no blonde bimbos running around here. Got enough to deal with."

Mac's nostrils flared and she bit her tongue to keep from retorting back. Just because she was slim, graced with curves, and had naturally blonde hair didn't automatically make her stupid. In fact, she had a B average throughout high school, and although she never attending college she hadn't shot down the idea of it yet.

Mackensie made an act of leaning over the desk and flipping her hair to piss off the receptionist more. Her eyes bugged out when she went to hand Mac a clipboard with a blank information sheet and her breasts pushed together as she used her far arm to reach for it, her right arm leaning against the counter surrounding her desk.

"Thanks!" Mac chirped, swiveling on her heel and marching away to a group of sofas.

Both Dr. Sandage and Dr. Valentine were working together to get the fresh batch of drugs ready. Dr. Sandage noted what is going into the drug and what each items reaction would do. Dr. Sandage keeps all of that in his office on the computer. This was going on while Mackinsi Jackson was filling out the questionare about allergic reactions she may have taking the tests that Dr. Sandage will be performing. "Dr. Valentine do you have the first batch of the drug made up yet?" He was curious about it because he did not know how many people will show up to try it. It was while Dr. Valentine was mixing that the receptionist picked up the phone to let him know that there was a young lady there filling out forms. "Hello Dr. Sandage? I was calling to let you know that you have a test subject filling out the forms right now. She just came in and it should take her about 15 minutes to complete it." She told him. Dr. Sandage was happy to hear that someone showed up to give this a try. "Thank you Ms. Frampten! Send her in when the forms are all filled out to see me." He said to her.

Dr. Sandage stepped out of his office and was going to inform Dr. Valentine about it. "Dr. Valentine we have our first subject coming in. I will perform the physical and all to make sure that she can take the drug eventually." Dr. Sandage wanted to administer Ms. Jackson the drug, but Dr. Valentine had another plan. His plans were to see what the drug will do to her. "That sounds like a well thought out plan Dr. Sandage. I hope she works out and makes it to the testing part. Dr. Valentine placed a small sample into his pocket not realizing what will happen to Mackensie Jackson. If Dr. Valentine could find the right woman to manage and marry for creating with her Valentine Enterprises to marry her and all he would. Dr. Valentine was a pretty boy all through high school and college. He always got the woman he wanted. He was wanting a woman to be his wife and famous as a model or possibly pornstar. With this new drug will it happen?

The drug that Dr. Valentine was mixing did not have the awful medicine flavor. It was as clear as water and blends immediately with anything it fell into. Dr. Valentine had the drug mixed he wants to test it out on someone to see what happens to that person. He shall find out what he mixed will do.

 

[BurningWillows]

Do you have any medical illness, either physical or phycological? the form asked, and for the umptenth time she circled no.

"No allergies, no meds, no illnesses..." she muttered, tapping the pen on the form as she read the next question.

Another no.

Mac skimmed the rest of the page, counting the questions she had left. Only five. Quickly, she read and answered them before handing it over to the secretary.

"If you could just wait," she smiled sickly sweet, "A doctor will be out in a moment to collect you."

Already? Mac checked the clock on the wall behind the Reception Desk, and cursed when she realized an hour had already past since she left her house. She was due to arrive at the party by six to help set up, and with a broken phone she had no way to call and tell them she'd be late.

Oh well, she thought shrugging, I'll apologize later.

She had just sat back on the sofa when a man in a white lab coat appeared through a door, smiling.

 

[RobBase086]

Do you have any medical illness, either physical or phycological? the form asked, and for the umptenth time she circled no.

"No allergies, no meds, no illnesses..." she muttered, tapping the pen on the form as she read the next question.

Another no.

Mac skimmed the rest of the page, counting the questions she had left. Only five. Quickly, she read and answered them before handing it over to the secretary.

"If you could just wait," she smiled sickly sweet, "A doctor will be out in a moment to collect you."

Already? Mac checked the clock on the wall behind the Reception Desk, and cursed when she realized an hour had already past since she left her house. She was due to arrive at the party by six to help set up, and with a broken phone she had no way to call and tell them she'd be late.

Oh well, she thought shrugging, I'll apologize later.

She had just sat back on the sofa when a man in a white lab coat appeared through a door, smiling.

Dr. Sandage smiled when he saw Ms. Mackensie Jackson sitting there. He thought she was a very attractive woman. Instantly he knew he could not control Dr. Valentine wanting to hit on Ms. Jackson due to how beautiful she was. He smiled and said, "Good afternoon Ms. Mackensie Jacksone! If you would please gather your things and follow me. We will begin the physical portion." He said to her being a real gentleman. Dr. Sandage watched Ms. Mackensie stand and he lead her into the examining room. Dr. Valentine saw Ms. Jackson come in. His dyes bulged out thinking that she is the woman of his dreams and they could be rich if he could manage her and be her lover as well. "Ms. Jackson here is a gown for you to put on. I will be back in to give you a physical." He told her in a nice way.

It was while Ms. Jackson was changing that she left her cup of coffee out with her clothes. Dr. Sandage was busy in his office when Dr. Valentine quickly stepped inside seeing her cup there with her clothes. He noticed when he picked up the cup and removed the lid that there was very little coffee left when he poured the whole test tube into her coffee cup. With how much of the drug in Ms. Jacksons cup the drug would kick in pretty fast. He placed the lid back on and slipped out of the room without Ms. Jackson seeing him or Dr. Sandage either. He went back to work as Dr. Sandage waited for Ms. Jackson to be in her medical gown to come inside.

 

[BurningWillows]

The man who escorted her introduced himself as Dr.Sandage, and his associate sitting in the room as Dr.Valentine. While Dr. Sandage seemed calm and focused on the task, Mac continued to catch Dr.Valentine gawking at her, and she squirmed in her spot uncomfortably. In the corner of the small room was a coffee machine, the warm smell of caffeine enticing Mackensie to make herself a cup. Sipping at it, she went through the short introductions with ease, taking the robe with a smile and setting her coffee down on the table along with her jacket. She followed Dr. Sandage to the bathroom where she quickly changed, then shuffled back to the room with her jacket and mostly empty coffee cup.

She took a large gulp while she waited, and a grating stale taste made her pucker her cheeks. Coffee grains, she thought with distaste, throwing the disposable cup in the trash, Gross.

Dr. Sandage appeared then, ready for the first portion of her examination. Better be worth the reward, she thought as she settled herself in a chair opposite him, across a large grey table.

 

[RobBase086]

The man who escorted her introduced himself as Dr.Sandage, and his associate sitting in the room as Dr.Valentine. While Dr. Sandage seemed calm and focused on the task, Mac continued to catch Dr.Valentine gawking at her, and she squirmed in her spot uncomfortably. In the corner of the small room was a coffee machine, the warm smell of caffeine enticing Mackensie to make herself a cup. Sipping at it, she went through the short introductions with ease, taking the robe with a smile and setting her coffee down on the table along with her jacket. She followed Dr. Sandage to the bathroom where she quickly changed, then shuffled back to the room with her jacket and mostly empty coffee cup.

She took a large gulp while she waited, and a grating stale taste made her pucker her cheeks. Coffee grains, she thought with distaste, throwing the disposable cup in the trash, Gross.

Dr. Sandage appeared then, ready for the first portion of her examination. Better be worth the reward, she thought as she settled herself in a chair opposite him, across a large grey table.

Dr. Sandage placed his hands and stethoscope into his pockets so, that his hands would not be cold when he began the physical. "Ms. Jackson I am warming my hands and the stetoscope because when I go see my doctor I cannot stand cold hands or a cold stethoscope." He told her as he began to read over all of the answers on the questionare she went through and answered before seeing him. "I hope that there will not be a problem with me touching you?" His intent was being a gentleman. He walked over to her and began to listen to her heart. He had the stethoscope right where her heart is to listen. Then asked her to take a few deep breaths for him. Dr. Sandage placed the stethoscope onto her back. "Please breath for me. Take a deep breath once again." He listened several times her breathing.

"You sound cery healthy and you will be coming back for the next step in this process of the testing Ms. Jacjson." He said to her as he fills out a slip of paper for her to collect her money for the day of physical and all. He smiled at her and then said, "Here is your pay for today. It is $800. Please come back in for the bext test Ms. Jacksin." What Dr. Sandage did not know was that Dr. Valentine already gave her a sample of the drug without him kbowing it. The next process was for her to live there for a few weeks while sge was given the drug.

Will Dr. Valentine and Ms. Mackensie Jacksons paths cross after today and he is able to give her the drug? Dr. Valentine was thinking how he would love to hook up with her. That was his thoughts. In his head he was thinking, "Come on Dr. Sandage! Let her go so I can meet her outside of herr. He was laughing on the inside.

 

[BurningWillows]

Mac focused on his words, inhaling and exhaling although her head had begun to feel fuzzy. When he pressed a cheque into her hand she almost fainted at the sight of the cash.

"800?" she squeaked, but her voice was so faint Dr. Sandage didn't catch it.

She went to stand as he did, the tests done for the day, but her legs refused to cooperate, and she had to use all her concentration to act normal as she finally pushed up on shaking feet. He didn't bring her back to the bathroom but left her in the room alone to change, and she did so quickly. Every second that passed her breathing got harder and her head swam, but she fought it, wanting to get outside the building before she collasped.

Just a little more, she encouraged herself, slipping her last heel on and teetering towards the door, purse clutched in her hand. She got two steps out the door and back into the main foyer when Dr. Valentine appeared out of nowhere, a dangerous smile on his lips.

 

[RobBase086]

Mac focused on his words, inhaling and exhaling although her head had begun to feel fuzzy. When he pressed a cheque into her hand she almost fainted at the sight of the cash.

"800?" she squeaked, but her voice was so faint Dr. Sandage didn't catch it.

She went to stand as he did, the tests done for the day, but her legs refused to cooperate, and she had to use all her concentration to act normal as she finally pushed up on shaking feet. He didn't bring her back to the bathroom but left her in the room alone to change, and she did so quickly. Every second that passed her breathing got harder and her head swam, but she fought it, wanting to get outside the building before she collasped.

Just a little more, she encouraged herself, slipping her last heel on and teetering towards the door, purse clutched in her hand. She got two steps out the door and back into the main foyer when Dr. Valentine appeared out of nowhere, a dangerous smile on his lips.

"Oh are you ok Ms. Jackson?" He asked her as he knew she was feeling the effects of the drug. "Ms. Jackson allow me to assist you. My condo is close by." He said with thoughts racing in his head about her becoming a naughty model who he can manafe abd make famous. "Have you ever thought about modeling or becoming a actress Ms. Jackson? I can be your manager and set things up for you if you would like that?" His hands began to explore her body. He felt her nice firm ass and explored her firm breasts. "I have the lingerie, swimwear, or anything else for pictures ge told her with a smile. He was wanting to take advantage of her. "What is happening Ms. Jackson? Can you explain to me what you are feeling right now?" He was hoping that her sexdrive was starting to increase for him and her pussy began to feel hot and wet for him. He walked her out to the garage where he kissed her lips softly as his hands cupped her B size chest. He loved how they felt abd wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her body.

 

[BurningWillows]

She followed him bleeky, her tongue numb and her brain dizzy. Am I drugged? she thought, blinking rapidly in the sun as they left the building and walked down the street.

She was vaguely aware of him leading her somewhere, and some part of her screamed to protest and push him off, but her feet followed him willingly to his condo, and when his hands started to explore she still didn't raise her voice.

What's wrong with me? she thought dimly, her eyes closed to fight off the raising nausea. Something was definitely wrong but Mac couldn't concentrate enough to understand what. She could hear Dr. Valentine's voice waver in and out, but it sounded like he was far off too. She started to notice she was slipping out of conciousness. She could taste his musk on her lips before everything went dark.

As if in a dream, Mac could see through her own eyes, however she had no control over her body. Dr. Valentine was in front of her, marveling as he led her into his condo.

"Nice place," she said, her voice slightly deeper and off key.

Dr.Valentine only smiled, and that same dangerous look passed through his eyes. Mackensie wanted to pull away but she had no control and her body pulled towards him instead, an off pitch laugh emanating from her mouth.

"Are you going to give me a tour?" she asked, tracing her finger down his chest.

Inside Mackensie was yelling, everything about the scene was wrong. Wrong! And yet she was helpless as he led her around, lazily pointing things out until the walked into his bedroom.

Now Mackensie tried to lash out at herself, concentrating with everything she had to regain control of her limbs and turn around and march out. But to no avail. As if someone else was controlling her, she watched in horror as she started stripping in front of him, Dr. Valentine's greedy eyes travelling the length of her body.

 

[RobBase086]

She followed him bleeky, her tongue numb and her brain dizzy. Am I drugged? she thought, blinking rapidly in the sun as they left the building and walked down the street.

She was vaguely aware of him leading her somewhere, and some part of her screamed to protest and push him off, but her feet followed him willingly to his condo, and when his hands started to explore she still didn't raise her voice.

What's wrong with me? she thought dimly, her eyes closed to fight off the raising nausea. Something was definitely wrong but Mac couldn't concentrate enough to understand what. She could hear Dr. Valentine's voice waver in and out, but it sounded like he was far off too. She started to notice she was slipping out of conciousness. She could taste his musk on her lips before everything went dark.

As if in a dream, Mac could see through her own eyes, however she had no control over her body. Dr. Valentine was in front of her, marveling as he led her into his condo.

"Nice place," she said, her voice slightly deeper and off key.

Dr.Valentine only smiled, and that same dangerous look passed through his eyes. Mackensie wanted to pull away but she had no control and her body pulled towards him instead, an off pitch laugh emanating from her mouth.

"Are you going to give me a tour?" she asked, tracing her finger down his chest.

Inside Mackensie was yelling, everything about the scene was wrong. Wrong! And yet she was helpless as he led her around, lazily pointing things out until the walked into his bedroom.

Now Mackensie tried to lash out at herself, concentrating with everything she had to regain control of her limbs and turn around and march out. But to no avail. As if someone else was controlling her, she watched in horror as she started stripping in front of him, Dr. Valentine's greedy eyes travelling the length of her body.

His eyes traveled frim Mackensie Jacksins head on down her body with his eyes. His hands findled and squeesed her firm breasts. "Ms. Jackson you are the most beautiful woman alive! I could really make you famous with your looks and body." He told her as he kissed her lips while his fingers twisted and pulled onto her nipples. He kissed deeply and with more passion. "I am glad you love my condo. I could make you rich and famous Mackensie as your boyfriend and manager. You want fame and fortune do you not?" He asked her as his tingue played with hers. He gave her nice firm ass a smack as he squeezed them. Dr. Valentine laid her onto the bed and placed her legs over his shoulder spreading them apart. He nibbled onto her inner thigh and licked them while his fingers began playing with her pussy. "This is what you need and want from your boyfriend Dr. Cameron Drake is it not baby?" He said to her as his fingers played more with her pussy. He noticed that the drug turned her into his love slave and he was in control over her.

"You no longer want to be a good girl Mackensie. You love, money, power, and sex. You are the hottest woman alive." He tells her as he awaits to hear what she has to say about it.

 

[BurningWillows]

Inside Mackensie was screaming, trying to wrestle control of her body. But nothing worked. She could hear her voice moaning, see herself responding to Valentine's touch and hated it. Hated all of it. I must have been drugged, she realized, Whatever that science lab was making, I got it in my system somehow!

When he laid her on the bed Mackensie tried to close her eyes and block it out but again, she was helpless. Whatever controlled her lapped up the attention, murmuring back the words, "money, power...sex..."

Mackensie tried to drown it all out, feeling him enter her and despising herself when she moaned loudly in response. The sex seemed to last forever, Valentine and herself wrestling in the bed, while inside she squirmed and cried and wished desperately she could have her body back. When he finished in her she cried out, one part of her in ecstasy the other in terror.

He lay back beside her, and Mackensie vaguely heard her voice saying she needed to go, or she'd be late to a party. He waved her away, watching her as she redressed and let herself out. Even back on the street, Mackensie still had no control over her body, as she sauntered down the block.

Thirty minutes later she was at the party, having missed the preparations and making in just in time. She acted normally at first, chatting with friends, drinking coolers and flirting with men. And although Mac had no control she felt herself relaxing finally, hoping whatever drug she took would eventually wear off. And when it did she would give Dr. Valentine a piece of her mind.

A few hours into the party and she was still drugged, but she didn't care. The alcohol was making her woozy, the music was loud and blaring in her ears, and her body hummed and danced along. Someone was grinding behind her but she ignored him, letting herself flow with the music until he grabbed her wrist and pulled at her.

"Where are we going?" she heard herself giggle.

"You told me you were taking me to your place," he teased, but there was an air of truth to his voice.

"But I'm not ready to go," she sighed, trying to tug free.

"We are leaving," he muttered, yanking her harder so that she cried out.

Asshole, Mac thought and for once the drug seemed to agree.

"Let me go," her voice growled, a touch of something dark behind it.

"C'mon baby," he sighed, seeming to tell she was upset, "You promised."

She seemed to resign and follow him out the door, but her body was rigid and tense, and when he called a cab and driver asked for the address she prattled out Valentine's. They arrived at the house five minutes later, at almost two in the morning. She knew Valentine should be asleep, so why was her alter ego so relaxed and sure about her choice as she walked up the steps and pretended to look for keys in her purse.

"Must have...forgotten...at party..." she muttered as she searched, even though Mac knew she had no keys for the front door.

"Come to my house baby," he purred, and her alter ego flinched.

"I'd rather stay here," she murmured, bending down to look at the tiny garden beside the steps, "Maybe someone left a spare key under one of these stones."

Like a flash of lightening she flipped around with a rock in her hand and smashed it into his skull, knocking him unconcious. Mac yelped as the man crumbled, but her alter ego only sighed and walked over his body, pressing the button beside Valentine's name on the Call List beside the door. After a few minutes his voice grumbled something over the intercom and Mac answered with a flirtatious, "Hey babe. Got a present for you."

Immediately they were buzzed in. It didn't take much to drag his body into the elevator. Mac had no idea when the drug would wear off, or what she was about to do.

 

[RobBase086]

Inside Mackensie was screaming, trying to wrestle control of her body. But nothing worked. She could hear her voice moaning, see herself responding to Valentine's touch and hated it. Hated all of it. I must have been drugged, she realized, Whatever that science lab was making, I got it in my system somehow!

When he laid her on the bed Mackensie tried to close her eyes and block it out but again, she was helpless. Whatever controlled her lapped up the attention, murmuring back the words, "money, power...sex..."

Mackensie tried to drown it all out, feeling him enter her and despising herself when she moaned loudly in response. The sex seemed to last forever, Valentine and herself wrestling in the bed, while inside she squirmed and cried and wished desperately she could have her body back. When he finished in her she cried out, one part of her in ecstasy the other in terror.

He lay back beside her, and Mackensie vaguely heard her voice saying she needed to go, or she'd be late to a party. He waved her away, watching her as she redressed and let herself out. Even back on the street, Mackensie still had no control over her body, as she sauntered down the block.

Thirty minutes later she was at the party, having missed the preparations and making in just in time. She acted normally at first, chatting with friends, drinking coolers and flirting with men. And although Mac had no control she felt herself relaxing finally, hoping whatever drug she took would eventually wear off. And when it did she would give Dr. Valentine a piece of her mind.

A few hours into the party and she was still drugged, but she didn't care. The alcohol was making her woozy, the music was loud and blaring in her ears, and her body hummed and danced along. Someone was grinding behind her but she ignored him, letting herself flow with the music until he grabbed her wrist and pulled at her.

"Where are we going?" she heard herself giggle.

"You told me you were taking me to your place," he teased, but there was an air of truth to his voice.

"But I'm not ready to go," she sighed, trying to tug free.

"We are leaving," he muttered, yanking her harder so that she cried out.

Asshole, Mac thought and for once the drug seemed to agree.

"Let me go," her voice growled, a touch of something dark behind it.

"C'mon baby," he sighed, seeming to tell she was upset, "You promised."

She seemed to resign and follow him out the door, but her body was rigid and tense, and when he called a cab and driver asked for the address she prattled out Valentine's. They arrived at the house five minutes later, at almost two in the morning. She knew Valentine should be asleep, so why was her alter ego so relaxed and sure about her choice as she walked up the steps and pretended to look for keys in her purse.

"Must have...forgotten...at party..." she muttered as she searched, even though Mac knew she had no keys for the front door.

"Come to my house baby," he purred, and her alter ego flinched.

"I'd rather stay here," she murmured, bending down to look at the tiny garden beside the steps, "Maybe someone left a spare key under one of these stones."

Like a flash of lightening she flipped around with a rock in her hand and smashed it into his skull, knocking him unconcious. Mac yelped as the man crumbled, but her alter ego only sighed and walked over his body, pressing the button beside Valentine's name on the Call List beside the door. After a few minutes his voice grumbled something over the intercom and Mac answered with a flirtatious, "Hey babe. Got a present for you."

Immediately they were buzzed in. It didn't take much to drag his body into the elevator. Mac had no idea when the drug would wear off, or what she was about to do.

"Mackensie is that you lover?" He said a half asleep not realizing that the gift she had brought back to his house was sime guy she met at a party. The guys gead busted open and bleeding. As Dr. Valentine seen the man with a portion of his brains laying open. "Mackensie what happened here my love?" He awaited for her abswer and some what got the idea that this guy had came on too string and Mackensie was protecting herself from him. "This is not a problem Mac. I will call the police and tell them that you had gone out after leaving here. When you came back to see me again ge was attempting to rape my beautiful angel. How does that sound to you? I hope the plan will work. We will be creating Valentine Enterprises and you are the hottest model alive!" He told her as he had her cime back into his condo.

Cameron then picked up the phone to call 911. "Mac we need to make this look like rape. Tear a bit of your clothes." He tells her and helps her out with the look that the guy from the party was trying to rape her. Mackensie was being molded into the new woman that Dr. Cameron Valentine wanted. The problem is how long does the drug continue with her alter ego? That is what he was worried about. Dr. Cameron hoped that once the police showed up to question as to what happened and she went back to her apartment the drug will wear off there to where she will not remember a thing. The drug was in her system altering her DNA strand to become the new Mackensie Jackson. Dr. Cameron Valentine was getting the kind of wonan he dreamnt about.

Cameron had plans of giving her more of the drug when she went in for her second meeting with Dr. Sandage. The thing is that Dr. Valentine must be around when the drug kicks in once again. He cannot afford hor Mack to get noticed of what he has done to her. He wanted full credit for this and make her the hottest lingerie model.

"Mack I have plans baby for your first photo shoot and you will be amazing! We have to take care of this issue first okay love?" He tells her. As the police arrive to the condo. There Cameron was holding a upset Mackensie Jackson. "It is going to be okay sweetie. I promise you that."

 

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Mackenise's new alter ego had one thing going for her. Acting. She sobbed and spluttered to the police, making up the lame story that he followed her from the party and attacked her at the apartment. The police bought it, although suspicions were raised when the hospital called and said he had passed away in the ambulance, the blunt force causing too much blood loss.

Mac heard this and felt sick, but something else twisted her her gut. Joy. Her alter ego fought to contain her glee in front of the police but it hummed inside her, and when the cops left she could do all but contain her euphoria from Cameron. She likes it Mac thought, shuttering, she...I enjoyed killing a man.

 

[RobBase086]

Mackenise's new alter ego had one thing going for her. Acting. She sobbed and spluttered to the police, making up the lame story that he followed her from the party and attacked her at the apartment. The police bought it, although suspicions were raised when the hospital called and said he had passed away in the ambulance, the blunt force causing too much blood loss.

Mac heard this and felt sick, but something else twisted her her gut. Joy. Her alter ego fought to contain her glee in front of the police but it hummed inside her, and when the cops left she could do all but contain her euphoria from Cameron. She likes it Mac thought, shuttering, she...I enjoyed killing a man.

"I am proud of you Mack! You did a phenomenal job of acting in front of the police. I have a feeling that you will be a great actress to go with your modeling." Cameron kisses her lips deeply and passionately holding her in his arms as he wiped away her tears feom her eyes. "Mackensie you will need to go home and get some rest for your photo shoot. I would like to have you ready for that. Would you like me to drive you back to your place?" He asked her as he had plans for her to wear a leather or latex outfit at the photo shoot. Dr. Cameron Valentine knew that he had to continue giving her the drug to forever alter her into the new Mackensie Jackson and he knew how he had to do it.

"I do not mind you staying here my love if you would like to. This is up to you." He kissed her lips once again as he walked her to the mirror. "Do we not make the hottest couple alive baby doll? What do you think?" He asked her with a smile on his face. Cameron knew he would love to propose to Mackensi Jackson, but wanted to make sure she was forever the new her before popping the question to her. He was not sure if shee needed a few more dossage of the medicine or not. He had to be verypatient about the whole thing to get it right with her. He was happy and in love with her. His thoughts of making love with her and the vision of her body in his mind .He was very pleased in selecting her. "Am I your boyfriend that you will be bragging about to your friends my sweet? I hope so." With his evil smile on his face.

 

[BurningWillows]

Mac stared at herself in the mirror, leaning into Cameron and she didn't mind as much as she did before. Was he a creep? Sure. But he hadn't panicked when she brought a half dead man into his apartment, and hadn't even brought up that he was now dead. It seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

She decided to stay here, being as there was still alcohol in her system and another cab would make her whole night too expensive. She fell asleep in his arms, comfortable.

Mackensie woke feeling refreshed and herself. Myself! she realized as she wiggled her fingers and toes. Valentine's arm was around her, keeping her restrained to the bed. Even the smallest shuffle made him groan, and she worried she'd wake him up. She couldn't stay here forever, but she didn't think she could get out without waking him.

Like an answer to her prayers Valentine rolled over, pulling his restraining arm off her. She made a beeline for the clothes on the floor, pulling them on as she snuck out the bedroom. Once she hit the asphalt she had a choice: home or the lab. If she went home, she could shower and regroup. But if she went to the lab, she could get there before Valentine and talk to Sandage. Something told her the drug she took the day before wasn't supposed to be administered.

She chose home. She'd call the lab from home, afraid that even if she went to the lab, Valentine would still find her. She didn't want to explain what happened the day before, how it wasn't her. She also didn't want to give him the chance to do it again. She walked two blocks before spotting a cab, using the last of her cash in her wallet to get home. After locking the door and the windows, she took a long shower, trying to wash away her thoughts and drown herself in the numbing sound of the water.

 

[RobBase086]

Mac stared at herself in the mirror, leaning into Cameron and she didn't mind as much as she did before. Was he a creep? Sure. But he hadn't panicked when she brought a half dead man into his apartment, and hadn't even brought up that he was now dead. It seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

She decided to stay here, being as there was still alcohol in her system and another cab would make her whole night too expensive. She fell asleep in his arms, comfortable.

Mackensie woke feeling refreshed and herself. Myself! she realized as she wiggled her fingers and toes. Valentine's arm was around her, keeping her restrained to the bed. Even the smallest shuffle made him groan, and she worried she'd wake him up. She couldn't stay here forever, but she didn't think she could get out without waking him.

Like an answer to her prayers Valentine rolled over, pulling his restraining arm off her. She made a beeline for the clothes on the floor, pulling them on as she snuck out the bedroom. Once she hit the asphalt she had a choice: home or the lab. If she went home, she could shower and regroup. But if she went to the lab, she could get there before Valentine and talk to Sandage. Something told her the drug she took the day before wasn't supposed to be administered.

She chose home. She'd call the lab from home, afraid that even if she went to the lab, Valentine would still find her. She didn't want to explain what happened the day before, how it wasn't her. She also didn't want to give him the chance to do it again. She walked two blocks before spotting a cab, using the last of her cash in her wallet to get home. After locking the door and the windows, she took a long shower, trying to wash away her thoughts and drown herself in the numbing sound of the water.

It was about 15 minutes after Mackensie left that he had awaken from his sleep. When he did he realised that Mackensie had gotten dressed and fled from his place.He did not know that she went directly back to where she lived to clean up. Cameron knew that the drug wore off., but what he did not realize is the drug is still in her system and altering her slowly into the new Mackensie Jackson he told her she wanted to be like. In Camerons thoughts he knew that he had to beat her to the lab before she could spill the beans about what he has done.

Cameron Drake hoped into the shower and shaved within 30 minutes. He then dressed and hoped into his metalic blue Lexus SUV, and drove to the lab. What he did not know was that he would be talking to Ms. Mackensie Jackson when she called the lab. "Relax Cameron. You have this all figured out." He assured himself pulling into his usial parking space. It was while Mackensie was asleep the night before that he had taken a sample of her blood. He began to view the sample in the microscope. Dr. Cameron Drake realized that her blood was mutating and configuring Mackensies DNA. "Oh how I love this! The next time Ms. Jackson turns into her alter ego the longer she will be the new her until the drug completely runs through her system." He was saying to himself. The phone rang and it was Dr. Sandage. "Dr. Valentine, I am not feeling very well and it seems as if I have the stomach virus. Just continue working on the drug. If Ms. Mackensie Jackson comes in please apologize for me, and we will reschedule for another day. Thank you!" Dr. Valentine had that evil smile on his face and then said, "I will do that Dr. Sandage. I hope you get to feeling better!" He tells him.

 

[BurningWillows]

Mac felt an odd thrumming in her stomach as she stepped out of the shower, her bare feet padding down the wooden floor towards her bedroom. She let the towel fall as she reached her door, and felt oddly confident as she strolled around her room naked. Maybe it was still the alcohol in her system, or the fact she had beaten the drug, but Mac was feeling over confident. She even let herself wear a particularly revealing dress, opting out yet again from her usual skirt or jeans. It was a shiny grey dress that hugged her curves, with four triangle slits down the left side. The dress fell off her right shoulder and ended high up her thighs. It was the type of outfit she'd buy and save for a clubbing night, or a special occasion, but some part of her yearned for it. She dressed it with a pair of large, jeweled earrings that hung low, and her hair swept back in a tight ponytail. To top it off she found her violet ankle boots with the high heel that had tiny silver spikes still out of the heel.

Enjoying her emotional high, she pranced over to her cell phone on its charger, picking it up and searching out the science labs phone number. Some small voice in her head said she should be scared, worried, or at least stressed, but she felt oddly free and joyful.

The same receptionist answered the phone on her second call, and immediately transferred her to the scientist on duty before she could get more than her name out.

"Hello?" Dr. Valentine's voice popped up a minute later, sending a shiver down her back. She wasn't sure if it was nervousness or excitement...

"You drugged me!" she accused, but her voice didn't sound as confident as it had moments before. She put more effort in as she added, "Why the hell did you drug me?"

 

[RobBase086]

Mac felt an odd thrumming in her stomach as she stepped out of the shower, her bare feet padding down the wooden floor towards her bedroom. She let the towel fall as she reached her door, and felt oddly confident as she strolled around her room naked. Maybe it was still the alcohol in her system, or the fact she had beaten the drug, but Mac was feeling over confident. She even let herself wear a particularly revealing dress, opting out yet again from her usual skirt or jeans. It was a shiny grey dress that hugged her curves, with four triangle slits down the left side. The dress fell off her right shoulder and ended high up her thighs. It was the type of outfit she'd buy and save for a clubbing night, or a special occasion, but some part of her yearned for it. She dressed it with a pair of large, jeweled earrings that hung low, and her hair swept back in a tight ponytail. To top it off she found her violet ankle boots with the high heel that had tiny silver spikes still out of the heel.

Enjoying her emotional high, she pranced over to her cell phone on its charger, picking it up and searching out the science labs phone number. Some small voice in her head said she should be scared, worried, or at least stressed, but she felt oddly free and joyful.

The same receptionist answered the phone on her second call, and immediately transferred her to the scientist on duty before she could get more than her name out.

"Hello?" Dr. Valentine's voice popped up a minute later, sending a shiver down her back. She wasn't sure if it was nervousness or excitement...

"You drugged me!" she accused, but her voice didn't sound as confident as it had moments before. She put more effort in as she added, "Why the hell did you drug me?"

"Hello Mack! How is my beautiful love goddess doing today? " As Dr. Valentine heard her accuse him of drugging her. "No I am sorry, but I did not drug you. Do you have proof of me doing that to you, and can you prove that theory Ms. Jackson? That could have been Dr. Sandage that could have dine that to you. He is home sick today. There is your guilty party there." Dr. Valentine was trying to throw her off the trail by blaming Dr. Sandage since he was not there. "What ever Dr. Sandage gave to you I can give you the antidote Ms. Jackson. As he was putting the second plan in place to give her a stronger dossage of the drug into her system. That is if Mackensie shows up for it at the lab.

It was after the phone conversation that Dr. Valentine was mixing a stronger dossage of the medicine for her to drink down. He loved how his plan was coming together and working out. Soon the new Mackensie Jackson will be born. He will have her taking pictures in swimwear and lingerie to sell to magazines and nudes for the male magazines. He was going to corrupt this sweet innocent flower. He smiled and laughed in a evil way. As he was waiting for her to show up to the lab. He came inside her when they had sex last night and he knew he had to get her to want to marry him. Dr. Valentine was ready for a wild night with her. He finished the drug and saw that she came into the lab. "Ms. Jackson I am so sorry what Dr. Sandage did to you. I have the antidote here for you and ready." He assured her as he held it in his hand. "This will make you feel like the old you once again." He was acting like he was the good person when he is not though.

 

[BurningWillows]

She took the pill from him, letting it roll in her hand, "How can I trust you? After what happened last night..."

She thought back to it with a shudder. He wasn't as innocent as he acted. But neither was I, she thought somberly, It wasn't like I told him to back off. I was a completely different person.

"How long will the pill take to work?" she asked, staring at it, "I have a friend coming into town unexpectedly, and I told him I go out for a drink with him later. Will it take all day, or will it be instantaneous? I can't afford to be drowsy or anything...it's, uh, important."

 

[RobBase086]

She took the pill from him, letting it roll in her hand, "How can I trust you? After what happened last night..."

She thought back to it with a shudder. He wasn't as innocent as he acted. But neither was I, she thought somberly, It wasn't like I told him to back off. I was a completely different person.

"How long will the pill take to work?" she asked, staring at it, "I have a friend coming into town unexpectedly, and I told him I go out for a drink with him later. Will it take all day, or will it be instantaneous? I can't afford to be drowsy or anything...it's, uh, important."

Dr. Valentine watched as she took the pill out of his hand and looked at it. "I am not lying to you Ms. Jackson. I will pay you $1000 for taking it. Is that fair to you? It will be cash up front, and you do not have to worry about cashing a check." He told her. Dr. Valentine did not know how long it would take effect on her. He knew that taking pills varries on the chemicals that made the drug. The stronger the drug the faster it would kick in he thought to himself.

"It all depends Ms. Jackson on what is mixed to create the pill." He replied answering her question. "Well I understand a friend is coming in to town to see you. I am not sure how long it will take. I hope it will not take all day for it to reverse what was given to you yesterday." Cameron Valentine was thinking about the photo shoot he had planned for Mackensie and knew she will become rich and every mans fantasy. "I do not believe it will make you drowsy or anything Ms. Jackson. Is it a guy you were serious with before moving here?" Dr. Valentine was curious because he was a bit jealous of hearing about the guy. He knew that he could get her to break the guys heart and be evil to this friend of hers. The thing is she must take the pill though for the pill to alter more of her personality.

 

[BurningWillows]

"When will I get paid?" she asked, her hand rising closer to her mouth. Something about it allured to her, like a deep part of her wanted to take the drugs. She had never been one into narotics to feel happy; she tended to lean towards alcohol for that.

He asked a rare odd, abrasive question about the guy she was meeting, "Um, just an old flame. It died along with his ego. Now when am I getting this thousand dollars?"

When he showed her the money in his hand her doubts swayed, and she wanted to believe him. She really did. And before another doubt could jump in her head she swallowed the pill, feeling the bitter taste at the back of her tongue.

"Can I call you? If, uh, anything goes wrong?" she asked, snatching the money as fast as she could and already walking out the door, talking over her shoulder, "Your number is in my phone right? Is it alright to call later, in case I have another reaction."

Before he could utter a response she was already out the door, walking as fast as she could in her heels. She knew he'd follow her, and she didn't care. She hadn't been specific on when she was meeting her friend but the truth was he already waiting outside in his car. He was meant to pick her up at her place, but with the fiasco last night she asked him to meet her at the lab, and they'd get a drink then. A little early to drink in the afternoon, but Mac needed something to take off the edge.

After all, you did kill a guy, her thoughts mocked her as she climbed into his SUV with a solemn "Hi Rick."

They only drove a couple blocks east, finding an open pub and free parking. After her mojito and a club sandwich with fries had been ordered she relaxed a little, trying to focus on Rick as he chatted about his new job.

 

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"When will I get paid?" she asked, her hand rising closer to her mouth. Something about it allured to her, like a deep part of her wanted to take the drugs. She had never been one into narotics to feel happy; she tended to lean towards alcohol for that.

He asked a rare odd, abrasive question about the guy she was meeting, "Um, just an old flame. It died along with his ego. Now when am I getting this thousand dollars?"

When he showed her the money in his hand her doubts swayed, and she wanted to believe him. She really did. And before another doubt could jump in her head she swallowed the pill, feeling the bitter taste at the back of her tongue.

"Can I call you? If, uh, anything goes wrong?" she asked, snatching the money as fast as she could and already walking out the door, talking over her shoulder, "Your number is in my phone right? Is it alright to call later, in case I have another reaction."

Before he could utter a response she was already out the door, walking as fast as she could in her heels. She knew he'd follow her, and she didn't care. She hadn't been specific on when she was meeting her friend but the truth was he already waiting outside in his car. He was meant to pick her up at her place, but with the fiasco last night she asked him to meet her at the lab, and they'd get a drink then. A little early to drink in the afternoon, but Mac needed something to take off the edge.

After all, you did kill a guy, her thoughts mocked her as she climbed into his SUV with a solemn "Hi Rick."

They only drove a couple blocks east, finding an open pub and free parking. After her mojito and a club sandwich with fries had been ordered she relaxed a little, trying to focus on Rick as he chatted about his new job.

"You get paid once you take the antidote." He tells her as he watch her take the pill. Dr. Valentine did not know how long it would take for the pill to kick in. He figured that if he follows her that when the drug kicks in he can be there to further help Mackensie to change into the new her. He did not want her friend screwing it up for him.

Dr. Valentine stood there wondering when the second dossage he gave to her happen. "I am sorry to hear that he is a old flame that did not work out. He was a jerk to you I take it?" Dr. Valentine says to her. Dr. Valentine gave her a stronger dossage than the first sample yesterday morning. Cameron Valentine counted out $1000 as he promised her. He noticed that his suggestion of money was in her subconcious now. He loved the positive results. The next part of Dr. Cameron Valentines plans was for Mackensie Jackson only wanting him and no other man can please her sexually or emotionally like Dr. Cameron Valentine.


"Yes you can call me. I placed my number on a sheet for you to call me." He told her as he handed it to her. Dr. Valentine watched her leaving and responded. "Yes any strange feelings please do call me Ms. Jackson." He said to her.


Dr. Valentine did have plans to follow her. "Hi Mac! Long time no see beautiful. Did you miss me or think about me any?" Rick asked her as they drove to have a few cocktails. It was while there that Dr. Valentine was sitting at a booth watching her and her friend. Dr. Valentine was wondering when the drug would begin to kick in.