The Dangers Of Volunteer Testing


Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Mind Control, Lesbian, Robot, Incest, Black Female, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Body Modification, School, Transformation, .

Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: Sally learns the hard way that one should ask question before they are strapped into the chair and not after.

How would you like to make £100 in just one hour? Can you spare one hour of your time?

If you are female aged between 21 and 25 then you could be what we are looking for. 'St John's School of Women's Science' is for young women to volunteers to give up a short period of their time at either evenings or weekends in order to be subjected to a simple and painless non-invasive test for research purposes. For more information please call Dr. Martina Russell on 07742449236.

Tea and Biscuits Provided.

That was the advertisement which caught Sally's eye as she was heading out of the UCL library two evenings previous. Even though the flyer lacked solid information and she had never heard of 'St John's School of Women's Science' in all of her twenty two years of being a London girl, Sally was a sucker for these kinds of Volunteer tests and games. She'd even taken the Scientology free stress and IQ tests in her time. So to get paid one hundred quid for what was almost a hobby just seemed like taking free money.

She had phoned the number given as soon as she arrived back in her halls. The female receptionist who answered told her there was a spot available that coming Friday evening if she wanted it. The woman then went onto explain that the test was for a basic physiological study of women in their early twenties and wouldn't be much different from a standard ECG test. Sally snapped up the slot in an instant and after receiving directions on how to find the test centre, she hung up and thought about what she could treat herself to with the test money.

The 'St John's School of Women's Science' test laboratory had not been the easiest place to find. But after sending her taxi down one too many blind alleys she finally found the school she was looking for. The centre was surprisingly small, but then again Sally reasoned that if it had been a large institution then she would probably have heard of it before. Entering the lobby, Sally saw a young blonde woman sitting behind a black computer desk and headed in that direction so to announce her arrival.

"Hello, my name's Sally Jones, I have an appointment to see Dr. Russell."

"Oh yes," replied the blonde in an accent that Sally placed as probably Russian or at least somewhere that at some point in its history was called the USSR. "The doctor is ready for you now. Please follow me." When the receptionist emerged from behind the desk, Sally was stunned by just how perfect she looked. Her legs seemed to go on forever before disappearing into a silver, all in one dress that hung off the soviet beauty like it was custom designed with her in mind. Sally couldn't believe it was possible for a girl to look so flawless; she practically shined.

Sally was led done to a lower floor and into a laboratory. There was a woman dressed in a long white lab coat attending to a chair in the center of the room. It crossed Sally mind that she couldn't have been too many years out of university, if she had even graduated at all. Yet Sally couldn't deny that the laboratory she was standing in was pretty impressive. Computer equipment and monitors were everywhere whereas the chair centerpiece seemed to be attached to enough wires and circuits to power Nigeria.

When the young woman finally noticed that she had an audience, she turned round to greet her guest.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She smiled, before addressing her receptionist. "Thank you Anya, I can take things from here."

With that Anya made her exit and the woman returned her attentions to Sally.

"I get so caught up in my work sometimes that a US fighter jet could crash into the school and I probably wouldn't notice. My name is Dr. Martina Russell, I do hope you weren't waiting too long."

"Oh no, I'd only just arrived." Reassured Sally. "This is a really cool looking lab you have here. This test looks like it could be pretty fun."

"It's nothing really. Most of this stuff is here just so that I can play World of Warcraft without slowdown."

Sally laughed, "Oh I see. So what do you need me to do?"

"Well if you could just sit yourself down in the main chair over there then we can begin the procedure."

"No problem," replied Sally.

Dr. Russell motioned towards the chair she had been fiddling with before and Sally happily followed her directions.

"So Professor..." began Sally, sitting herself down in the chair.

"Doctor Russell." She corrected as she proceeded to strap Sally's wrists and ankles in place.

"Sorry, Dr Russell of course. Err... the ad wasn't very clear, what exactly does all this stuff do?"

"Well the patches I've placed on your arms and legs are designed to measure your nervous reactions when exposed to different sensations such as hot or cold. The device I'm now putting on your head reads your brainwaves and compares the data gathered from them with that picked up by the patches." explained the doctor.

"Oh that sounds interesting." Sally responded genuinely. "What are you trying to research?"

"Actually I am trying to explore into the viability of making a drug for period pains. When a woman is on her period her body temperature rises by one or two degrees, which contributes to the discomfort. I plan to study how young women respond to temperature change in order to assess whether there is anything that can be done medically to realign this imbalance that occurs during a period."

"Wow! Do you really think you find something to help?"

"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think there was a chance of success."

"I suppose that's true." Agreed Sally before pausing slightly... "But why do I have to be strapped into this chair?"

"That's for when you find out that all of what I just said was a lie."


"Well I don't think I'd get many volunteers if I told people that I plan to robotize their body whilst the head device reprogrammes their brain so that it will function like an organic hard drive in order to allow me to download different skills and personality traits in the subject's memory." Explained Dr. Russell.

"But, you can't do this to people!" screamed Sally, fighting against the straps that held her in place. "And it's impossible to turn people into robots."

"It's funny." Chuckled the doctor, "My other girls all said the exact same thing you did too. You've already met Anya haven't you? Lovely girl she was when she came in; a bit dull looking, but nothing that a little revamping couldn't fix. Besides, she makes a much better Russian than she ever did Essex girl."

"You'll never get away with this!"

"Well, let's just see what happens shall we?"

As Sally fought a futile battle against her bonds, two young women entered the lab, arm in arm. In their free hands, one carried a clear plastic bucket full of what appeared to be water whilst the other just held a pair of scissors and a ball gag. Both were dressed in identical red satin negligees and walked in unison towards Sally. Their demeanors were near identical and they walked with a perfectly synchronized elegance that would have made one believe they were twins if it were not obvious that they were from very different backgrounds. The girl with the bucket looked distinctly South Asian with her long black hair and flawless mocha skin tone. The scissor-toting girl's ebony skin was equally flawless, but covered a body that was slightly more muscular in condition with breasts an Amazonian would have been proud of.

"They are some of my finest work don't you think?" asked Martina rhetorically, "To be fair, they were a cute pair when they came to me, but then twins always seem to have that way about them. I upgraded them one at a time. You should have seen the look on the second one's face when she realized that her shy little twin sister had been turned into an Ivorian goddess. I remember the look on that poor sweet girl's face turned from shock to horror when her new improved sister strapped her in place for her own transformation. Hell, I'm getting damp again now just thinking back to that moment.

"You're a monster." Hissed Sally.

"Flattery will get you nowhere Miss Jones, but I do love a bit of sassiness. I'm tempted to leave a bit of that fire in you when I reboot your mind; just in case I feel like something a little feistier in my sex life. Anyway enough with the super villain monologues, Laetitia, Sangita, you know what to do."

With that, Laetitia, scissors in hand, closed in on Sally. She began cut away at the helpless girl's clothing, impervious to Sally's screams of protestation. Soon Sally was down to just her underwear and with a couple more snips even that was gone.

"You'll never get away with this you bitch!" Screamed Sally to the watching Martina, "You're insane! When I get out of here you are going to wish you had never been born!"

"Laetitia dear, could you keep the subject quiet please." Instructed Dr Russell, ignoring the continuing threats of her captive. "Her stubbornness is beginning to grate."

Laetitia smiled and attempted to insert the gag into Sally's mouth, but Sally was refusing to make things easy for the captors. She clamped her teeth down hard preventing her Ivorian assailant from being able to apply the gag. However Laetitia had more than one trick up her sleeve and an unexpectedly hard pinch of Sally's right nipple was enough to make the poor girl cry out in discomfort and before she could resist, the ball was in place. Now unable to voice any decipherable protest, Sally was even more defenseless against the upcoming plans of her captors.

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