Dragged Back to the Laboratory (UseAlex and ScarletThorn)

[UseAlex]

It was a good day today. No one recognized me, and I didn't have any orgasms. I can't believe that is how I categorize a 'good day'. As I got back home, I saw the mail on the floor under the mail slot and stacked it neatly on the table. I'd look through it in a moment, but first I turned on the TV and opened the refrigerator. I heard the news anchors talking about some stupid dog that got stuck in a drainage pipe and was finally freed today as I poured a glass of lemonade for myself. I perked up as I heard them say my name.

"Commonly recognized as having the most famous pussy in the world, Alex Summers still has not responded to statements that she owes it to the scientific community at large to-"

I clicked the television off, letting out a sigh. I didn't want to have the "most famous pussy in the world." I didn't want any of the alterations they made to my body back in the underground lab. I remember when the word 'pussy' was a derogatory slang, but now it was practically a scientific term. They wrote about my pussy in college textbooks for fuck's sake. The world was so mixed up now. I just wanted to live a normal life again. As I stretched, I thought back to the wonderful feeling of taking your bra off after a long day at work. It was only pleasant because it was so uncomfortable to begin with, but heck, I still missed it. I couldn't wear bras anymore. The machines had made my nipples so sensitive, the rubbing of fabric stimulated me too much. Orgasms were... weird. Pleasurable, by definition, but I never wanted to experience them anymore. I didn't have any control over them, and I had more than I could ever want. Bleugh. I shouldn't be thinking about all these things. Trying to clear these thoughts from my head, I finally turned to the mail and started leafing through it, stopping in shock when I see a letter with the Courthouse as the return address...

 

[ScarletThorn]

‘Dear Ms. Summers:

Pursuant to HR 1463 The Sexual Equality Act, your body - your erogenous zones and the chemical reactions in your brain they create to be specific - has been deemed vital to further understand the nature of orgasms and create the ability to produce them equally.

It is therefore within the power of the NIAS (National Institute for the Advancement of Sex) to obtain your body for the advancement of science. Pursuant to law, your time will be compensated. You are to report to Dartmouth University Female Anatomy Lab tomorrow at 7 AM. Sheriffs will escort you if required. The country thanks you for your service.

By order of,
Judge Williams US 5th Circuit.
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I sat in the cold leather chair, the same chair the famous Alex Summers would Be in shortly. On the wall hangs my PHD diploma from Princeton, and I think about what the girl who studied love potions all those years ago would do if she had Alex Summers in a room to herself. That girl had spent nights thinking about the famous Summers pussy as she thought about how to please her first ever girlfriend. That girl had wished it was her they tested on.

But I need to maintain my professionalism so I breathe three slow deep breaths. I think about all the girls my work can help and all the people who will watch the experiment live. But first all the pre-experiment details needed to be observed. First she needed to meet the famous girl in person.

 

[UseAlex]

I couldn't believe it. I read the letter and then I reread the letter and then I reread it again. Every time I looked over the words again, I was certain they would be different. That somehow my paranoia was getting the better of me. The laws were vague and ill-defined back then, so no reparations had been made for what was essentially my rape in that laboratory. It wasn't technically illegal, falling somewhere in a grey area as new advances in science outpaced the politics. But now? Now the law was very clear. It wasn't a grey area any more... but I never would have dreamed the black and white laws would see me legally required to be tested upon once again.

I dropped the paper on the ground as I started to hyperventilate. What were my options? What could I possibly do?! Everyone in the world knew who I was, so there was no way I could get very far if I ran. Sheriffs would escort me if required?! There had to be some way to appeal this, but it was so obvious that there wasn't. I was due to appear in the lab tomorrow, and the courthouse was already closed for the day today. This was... this was unreal.

I spent the entire rest of the dwindling daylight pacing in my small apartment, trying to decide what I could possibly do. Every car that drove by on the street outside was a police officer in my mind. What if I did run? What would happen? Well, best case scenario, I make it out of the country and stay on the run for the rest of my life. Every person I interact with would have the potential to recognize me and turn me in. Staying in one place would be completely out of the question. And what about the worst case scenario...? They anticipate that I would run and they catch me as soon as I take a single step in the opposite direction of the lab. I'm dragged back there and they do the tests anyway, but now they throw me in a jail cell at the end of every day, instead of being able to go back to my own bed. Would they let me go back home each night? I hadn't even thought about it, but the last time, I was at the lab day and night. I was stripped naked and never allowed to cover myself in the slightest. Surely that would be too much. We were passed turning the other way on treating a girl like that! We had to be. But then again, a letter stating my obligation to sexual testing I didn't consent to was sitting on my carpet. Not knowing what I could possibly do, I paced the floor all night until I finally passed out on my couch, well passed midnight, without setting an alarm or making any plans for tomorrow at all.

 

[ScarletThorn]

The Sherrifs bust open your door one minute past the time limit. They find you on the couch, red hair messily everywhere, your huge breasts protruding from even your large dress. They would normally be tempted to try something, and it’s obvious from their faces. But a high profile case like this meant that could get them arrested themselves.

But no one would ever know about a grope or two. And it’s not their fault your body is so sensitive. They carry you out, one holding your legs and giving your ass a tight squeeze. The other holds your arms and accidentally grabs your breast.

They put you in the car, where there is a camera so they don’t dare touch you. But they spend the hour trip talking about how they would fuck you if they could.

They bring you to my lab and lay you down in the patients chair in the middle, chaining your legs to the post, then leaving.

I walk in five minutes later in a Sexy lab-coat. I extend my hand to you. “As you know visuals are important stimulation so I’m wearing an altered lab-coat.” I’m standing in front of you and can already see up your dress and I see that you are already wet. “Those bustards. Their fun could ruin the research. I am so sorry Alex, it may not seem like it but I’m sure you’ll see that your treatment will be more human this time. But science needs you.”

 

[UseAlex]

I sit up sharply when I hear my door being broken down, eyes wide and fear gripping me. I'm completely shocked and unable to move as the two strong men barge right in. In the moment, I don't even realize that my dress had slipped down a bit and my enormous breasts were sticking right out. That is, until they lay their hands on me.

"N-no! Let me go! Y-y-you can't do this to me! I don't want to do this!"

It doesn't matter how much I plea. They pull my arms and lift me up. I pout with my boobs sticking out and bouncing subtly with every step the two men take. My face is bright red. As much as this stupid altered body has embarrassed me before, I still can't help but blush when people see me in any kind of sexual light. Then I feel the man happily helping himself and purposefully holding me so his hand is right on my butt. It is like an electric shock as he hits my highly sensitive erogenous zone. He squeezes my soft flesh and I'm just trembling from unwanted arousal. And then the accidental bump to my breast and I just can't take it. My body shakes in their arms as an orgasm washes over me. I always try to stop it, but I've never once been successful. I squirt hard, like I always do, and several lewd moans force their way through my lips as I stain my dress.

What must they think about me? Well, I don't have to wonder long. They toss me in the backseat of the police car, giving me a chance to fix my dress and collect myself as much as I can, while they talk about me in very explicit terms. All the while, I'm blushing brightly, trying and failing to ignore them as they talk about how hot I looked cumming... how nice my boobs were... how soft my butt was when he grabbed it... how he wished he could feel my pussy spasming on his cock. I can do nothing but stew with humiliation and anger in the back seat.

And after everything else, I'm chained to the chair and left to wait. I flat out refuse to shake your hand.
"More humane? I'm already chained down. You can't do this to me! I absolutely forbid it!"

 

[ScarletThorn]

“Yes, humane,” I stress, watching you squirm in the chair against the restraints. “I’m afraid your opinion is nothing against the law. First thing is I need you to sign this consent form to authorize me to do anything I deem necessary during the experiment. It also grants you rights outside of experiment hours, to wear clothes, to have a private room while you sleep, to eat healthily.” I see you ready to scream that you’ll never sign it, so. Add, “if you don’t sign, well have to proceed under emergency authorization and you’ll have no rights at all. But it would mean more work for our lawyers.”

I sit down in a rolling stool and pull up near you. “Today will be about gathering your juices for use later. We plan on gathering them between levels 100 and 5000. I have a personal goal to see if I can beat your record though,” I smile knowingly. “But first, I’m curious, have you ever came without even being touched before?”

 

[UseAlex]

There was no way I would sign that! I suspected that she was not allowed to do anything to me unless I signed, so she was trying to scare me into giving my rights away by claiming that it would secure my rights. However, I was tempted. This was a nightmare, but it was also a nightmare I had been through once before. I knew what the machines were capable of. And at the mention that she wanted to beat my record, it all came flooding back to me. I had... the most intense orgasm any human ever had. I would never forget the feeling of that horrible pleasure coursing through my entire body, white hot spikes of pure, unreal pleasure swirling inside me like my entire body was a sun. They had built it up to that point over the course of weeks. Somehow they discovered a way to 'record' my climax somehow to make me experience it again with additional stimulations layered on top. They would record that climax too, and the cycle went on and on like that, far beyond the realm of reality. I shuddered just thinking about it and the prospect of going back to that absurd reality.

"Never... it would be more than I could ever bare... I don't care what you say, I will never consent to this!"

I flat out ignored her other question. Why would I tell her anything? But I felt like the answer had to be painted on my face. I was so sensitive that a strong breeze could easily make me orgasm, and it took all my strength to keep it from turning into a chain of climaxes. Since I couldn't wear panties anymore, I wasn't exactly protected from the wind... I blushed brightly, trying not to be too obvious about the answer to her question.