This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age and deals with domination and submission of a non
consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter.

 

                           "The Lab Rat"

                             by Musker

                              Part 1

It was the beginning of the second semester of her junior year for Barbara and
she was in trouble. She was in dire need of money. She thought the money she
made from working all of last summer was going to be enough, but the increase
in tuition, books and living expenses from last semester just about wiped her
out. Now the following semester was upon her and she barely had enough money
for books. What was she going to do?

That is why Barbara found herself in the office of a Dr. Madeline Brigs. She
found, from the university's job search, a position as a project volunteer,
fancy name for guinea pig. It was available with one of the on campus
psychology department's research units. The research was in the field of
advertisement.

The job was for the entire semester, a couple hours a week, and paid
surprisingly well, enough to get her through the semester and then some. It
had all desirable characteristics that Barbara was looking for, especially in
the field of advertisement. Her major was business administration and law, so
it would seem that she would be "looking in behind the scenes" as it were,
with regards to how things are really done. Valuable career information in her
future field of interest.

A very pleasant middle aged receptionist greeted Barbara upon entry. She gave
Barbara a form to fill out and then escorted her into Dr. Brigs private office.
The doctor's office was quite spacious, and decorated in a sort of regal
academic way, with large oak bookcases, over stuffed leather chairs, and a
massive detailed carved mahogany desk equipped with an elegant tiffany lamp
and computer. It told Barbara that this woman must be very successful in her
field. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from Dr. Brigs about the business
field, since she seemed to be very successful at that too.

Barbara just finished the application form, when she heard a door open on the
far side of the room. A well dressed mature woman came into the room. She
figured this must be Dr. Brigs.

Dr. Brigs was probably in her early fifties and looked much like any average
middle aged woman in the academic field. She was wearing a comfortable dark
pants suit with flat shoes. Her hair was light brown in color, of medium
length, and styled in a easy, manageable way. She wore little, if any, makeup
and seemed to be quite warm and friendly. Almost motherly in a way.

The two women introduced themselves to one another, and after a short while of
idle chit-chat, to which Barbara found herself relaxing even more to the good
professor's warm personality, they got down to business. Dr. Brigs went over
Barbara's file from the university and the form she just filled out.

Barbara Derman was 20 years old, long rich brunette hair, brown eyes, average
height and weight, in very good health, and had a grade point average that put
her in the top 10% of her class. Dr. Brigs began to write some notes in
Barbara's file. 'Very intelligent and disciplined.' 'Physical appearance is
clean, attractive, very athletic, no makeup and definitely plays down her
femininity.'

After a period of history gathering Dr. Brigs wrote a bold two word phrase
inside Barbara's folder--PRIME CANDIDATE.

It was then that Dr. Brigs told Barbara what the project entailed. It was
about television commercials, and what the viewer's response was to them from
a physical level. If Barbara decided to do the project, she would sit in a
chair and watch commercials, while her body was being monitor, like heart rate,
blood pressure, temperature, etc. The entire process would take no more than a
hour, two days a week, for the full length of the semester. If part one of the
experiment turned out favorably, then a part two would run through all of the
summer. It was sponsored by various large business organizations that wished
to remain anonymous, and stipulated that the results of said research were to
be kept strictly private. So Barbara would have to sign a privacy document
stating that she would not tell anyone what the experiment was about, or the
results there of. Since it was such a secrete project, Dr. Brigs was to
control all facets of the project herself, no other people, no technicians or
assistants would be taking part.

The professor paused for a few minutes in thought, and then ask Barbara if she
wanted the job.

Barbara was excited with the offer. The money, plus not having to find a
descent job over the summer, the secret nature of the project, and the warm
feelings from Dr. Brigs, all convinced her to take the position. She signed
the papers of secrecy, and was told to show up at this office tomorrow at 8 am
to get started. She was to wear something causal with short sleeves, like a
jogging outfit. If she wanted she could even change her clothes here
afterwards.


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Barbara was right on time. Her usual routine was to take an early morning jog,
and then be ready for the rest of the day by 7:30. The half hour remaining was
more than enough time for her to make it to the professor's office on time.
Self-discipline and promptness was already ingrained deeply into Barbara's
psyche.

Barbara was greeted by Dr. Brigs, and shown to the other room through a door
at the back of the professor's private office. The room was well lit, somewhat
sterile, and full of research equipment. Off to the side was what looked like
a well padded industrial type beautician's chair, facing directly up at a
hanging television set.

The professor motioned for her to sit down in the chair, so things could get
started. Barbara was a bit apprehensive with the sterileness of it all, but
once again she found herself relaxing to the situation, with the help of the
good professor's pleasant personality. As she sat in the chair, she noted how
her body slowly sank into the soft cushions of the chair. She thought to
herself in quiet reflection, how lucky she was to have a job like this.

The first thing that the professor did, was to fasten, with velcro, a wide
black cloth like strap across her chest, above and below her breasts. This was
to monitor her respiration. Associated straps at her waist, thighs and ankles
where also fastened, in order to keep her body still, while the other devices
took accurate readings of her body's functions. Next, the back of her head was
gently placed into a cup like head rest, and another cloth strap was wrapped
around her forehead, holding her entire head still, and facing the TV set. The
professor told her that this was necessary, as there were two special high
tech cameras on top of the television set, that would be focused on the pupils
of her eyes. They would follow her eye movements, and thus echo back where her
sight of interest was, while the commercials played through.

Two more wide bands of cloth circled both of her upper arms, and held them to
the back of the chair's cushioned arm rests. These where the blood pressure
cuffs that would be monitoring her blood pressure throughout the experiment.
Her wrists too where fastened to the arms of the chair, and would measure her
pulse rate. Barbara wondered why there was two of each, but before she could
ask, the good professor told her that the redundancy was necessary for
accuracy, reliability and statistical analysis. Being an "A" student, Barbara
knew how important good, true readings were, especially when used in
conjunction with some heavy statistical numbers crunching. She hoped that Dr.
Brigs would later share with her the details of the experiment. Barbara's was
very curious about anything that she could use in her future career.

Next, several small circular pieces of metal where taped to her skin, all over
her body, from head, arms, chest all the way down her thighs and legs. Long
thin multicolored wires lead from them to a small box off to the side. These
would be measuring body temperature, EKG, EEG, and assorted other of her body's
electrical signals.

Dr. Brigs quickly went over all the restraints and measuring devices one more
time, and then asked Barbara if she was ok with being strapped and wired up
like this.

Barbara tried moving her body and found herself held to the chair quite firmly
almost totally immobile. She did not care for being restrained like this.
Somehow it went against her nature. She was not one of those passive, helpless
females who needed being protected and taken cared of. She was too aggressive,
independent and many times rebellious. So she told the professor that she was
not comfortable being held down like this, but if it was necessary she would
try and control herself. After all, it was only for a hour, and she had too
much to gain to throw it all away now.

The professor smiled at her and gently stroked Barbara's cheek with her hand.
She told her if at anytime she needed to be released, to just say so, and she
would immediately come back and let her go. This was to be a totally relaxing
experiment, and it would do neither her nor the project any good if Barbara
was too stressed out, to give good accurate readings. She recommend that
Barbara just relax into the softness of the chair, concentrate on the
television and nothing else. She patted Barbara's shoulder, and told her that
they were about to begin.

The professor threw some switches in the back of the room, that dimmed the
lights and turned on the television. Before she left, she told Barbara that in
the beginning, and periodically throughout the experiment, there will be a
test pattern on the screen. The pattern would be used to act as a kind of
calibration, or reference point, so that all the other readings could be
compared to it. The professor then placed head phones on Barbara's head and
ears, and then she left.

Almost immediately Barbara saw the test pattern on the TV. It was a simple
black screen with many randomly placed white dots. A few seconds later the
dots slowly increased in size, until they completely filled the screen. She
heard a few seconds of white noise and then the commercials began.

The first was for a mundane brokerage firm. The second was a beer commercial,
with the associated token bimbos. She figured it must be for men, because no
woman would dare want to buy a beer from a company that saw women as only some
tit and ass, air headed sex toy. Those commercials were so stupid and
condescending to women. Barbara made sure that her disgust with those kinds of
commercials, those that stereotyped women as sex objects, was being monitored
and recorded by the good professor's equipment. Maybe, in her own small way,
she could do something about changing the content of future commercials, in
making them more representative of today's modern, intelligent and
accomplished woman. To which she proudly counted herself as one.

And so it went for the rest of the hour, commercials of all types, with the
repeating reference points. Frequently, Barbara would tense her body in
response to being tied down as she was. It was a conscious effort to keep
reminding herself to relax against the bonds that she saw as holding her
captive to the chair. But the time went by fast. After the hour, the TV went
blank and the head phones silent. A few moments later the professor came in,
raised the lights and set Barbara free.

A small pleasant conversation, as to how the first test went, occurred between
them, and then Barbara left. But before leaving, Dr. Brigs offered her a kind
of gift. Since the professor did so much work with various corporations, once
in a while, they gave her free samples of what they marketed. This time it was
from a garment company. The professor offered Barbara a very sexy bra and
panty set in bright red, with very decorative frilly lace all over it. It was
the kind of gift a man would give to his wife, or most intimate girlfriend to
wear on those nights of passionate love making.

Barbara took one look at it and respectively decline the gift. She told the
professor that she wasn't into that kind of extremely sexy girly things. If
her great athletic and womanly body in the nude, or wearing some comfortable
white cotton underwear wasn't good enough to get and hold a guys attention in
bed, then she wanted no part of such a guy, who got off on slutily dressed
women. The professor acknowledged and commended Barbara on her staunch beliefs.
Barbara soon parted, with both parties smiling.

When Barbara was gone, the professor looked over the results of Barbara's
first test and made some notations in her file. One of them was a short
 sentence about her declining the sexy underwear. After updating the file, Dr.
 Brigs smiled and whispered the words "Excellent! A very good subject to test
 my theories and techniques on."

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                            "A Lab Rat"

                             by Musker

                              Part 2

The next few sessions went on as usual, neither Barbara or Dr. Brigs noticed
much differences from one session to the next. To Barbara it was all an easy
way to make some good money, and a nice way to gain some first hand
information about the project, and the business world, from Dr. Brigs. They
always had a little time before and after the experiment and Barbara used it
to pick the good professor's mind. The professor didn't care, and was forth
coming with all sorts of general and specific information. The professor would
even ask Barbara a little about her private life. She found that Barbara's
life was all geared towards school and career. Even her boyfriends were few
and far between, with friendship being her main focus.

Barbara was no virgin by any means. She had a few select nights of unbridled
lust with certain guys, that she deemed worthy to share her body with. But
Barbara was a woman of priorities, and right now her number one priority was
her education and career. Both were first and foremost on her agenda.

The detailed data and numbers crunching was used by Dr. Brigs to form a base
line on Barbara. From that, the professor would formulate a strategy to be
used in part two of Barbara's full conversion. Her system still needed a lot
of customizing, and hopefully, with Barbara as her precious guinea pig, she
would have it all automated with minimum input by the end of the summer. But
the clever, anxious professor was able to do some minor testing and
implementing of her technique on Barbara, without her knowing it, at least not
outrightly so.

The first one was making Barbara feel more relaxed in being restrained down
into the lab chair. After six sessions, Barbara no longer complained about
being tied down. A change that elated the professor, because she was able to
see quantifiable results of that particular behavioral change in her currently
working computer model. Her theories were being proven correct, and that
excited her greatly, especially for what she had planned in part two.

The second change was having Barbara wake up each morning later and later, for
her daily exercising. As a result, about half way through the semester,
Barbara was no longer performing any exercises, which resulted in a small
change in her body. No longer did Barbara have the physique of a hard body.
She was looking less like a sharp angled athlete, and more like a soft,
curvaceous and voluptuous woman. Barbara witnessed the gradual change in her
body and just wrote it off to being too busy with more important areas of her
life right now, and didn't worry about it. She figured that she had all summer
to get back into shape anyway, so a little slackness in part of her life was
no big deal.

The third change the good professor made in Barbara, was for her to have a
better appreciation for things that were more feminine, like sexy underwear
and cosmetics. After about the twelfth session, the professor asked Barbara
again if she wanted that frilly red bra and panty set. This time Barbara
accepted it, reluctantly, but never-the-less she took it, and actually wore it
in the privacy of her bedroom, when she went to bed.

Barbara thought it wouldn't hurt to try it on, as a kind of personal
experiment, just to see how it felt, and how she looked in it. After that
first night of sleeping in those red lacy briefs, Barbara was hooked. Again
thanks to the good professor's intervention. Soon, Barbara was taking and
wearing all the sexy lingerie that Dr. Brigs offered her. The tres chic baby
dolls, the long flowing delicate night gowns, the wonder bras, the peek a boob
bras and panties, even the colorful chemises, racy garter belts and down right
lustful merry widows were now filling Barbara's dresser drawers to over
flowing. Plus, she was finding herself not only wearing these items to bed,
but also under her regular school clothes too.

One day she wondered what it would be like to wear such pretty frilly panties
with her pubic hair removed. So that night she shaved it all off, without a
second thought. Barbara felt so strange looking at her nude genitals in the
mirror like she was. But when she put on those sexy lacy panties in sheer
black, she actually became physically aroused, both with her image in the
mirror, and how they felt on her now denude sensitive skin. She actually found
herself masturbating to her mind's eye image of herself, while still wearing
those slutty panties in bed. Again, all made possible by the cunning Dr.
Madeline Brigs, and her wonderful behavior modification technique. All
unbeknownst to Barbara, of course.

When the professor offered her an assortment of cosmetics, courtesy of a large
pharmaceutical company, Barbara found herself eagerly accepting the gift, to
her own surprise. Barbara did use makeup, but only minimally, and only on
specific public occasions. She had a naturally beautiful complexion, and
thought that women who used it on a daily basis, were really nothing but sluts.
But she soon changed her tune, when she found herself using it every day too.

Barbara was growing concerned over her preoccupation in making herself look,
and feel, more feminine and sexy. All her old white cotton underwear was
slowly replaced with bright colorful sexy ones. And many, even the bras that
bared her nipples, and the panties with the open crotches, she would wear
under her regular clothes, while going to class. Her use of makeup was
becoming almost obsessive. Before she was using it only lightly in the morning,
when she went to school, but now, she was applying it throughout her waking
hours, and putting it on a little heavier with each passing day. When she
looked at herself in the mirror, she could hardly see the natural beauty that
she once was.

Instead, she saw the beginnings of young woman, trying to make herself look
like a street whore. Even her fellow students at school noticed, and commented
on the new Barbara. Most were complimentary, some were so-so, and only a very
few were outright condescending, with remarks like she was majoring in
bimboism, or taking a class in 'How to be a Slut 101'. She tried to stop, both
her intense interest in sexy lingerie, and whoreish makeup, but found herself
responding to "going cold turkey", like a person addicted to drugs.

She rationalized her odd behavior with watching too many of those damned
commercials Dr. Brigs required her watch. Somehow they were effecting her into
wanting those products, and being like those slutty girly women in them.
Barbara figured once the semester, and Dr. Brigs project, was over with, she
would be able to control herself again. She had saved a lot of money now, and
could afford to take some minor part-time work, to top off the amount of
money that she would need for her senior year.

The last minor change that Dr. Brigs made, occurred a week before the final
exams. The professor made it hard for her to concentrate on her studies. She
didn't cause Barbara to flunk out, but she was able to make Barbara obtain
exam grades at one or two grades lower then her normal straight "A" status
would have predicted. And the insidious professor did it with surprising
quickness and precision. For the professor, this final result was a cause for
private celebration, while for Barbara it was a cause for panic.

Barbara searched for reasons why she did so bad on them. Of course she noticed
that she had trouble concentrating on her school work, but why? Again she
rationalized that it as taking on too great a load for the semester, plus her
work with Dr. Brigs seemed to be producing some mild side effects in her
behavior. Luckily for her, the semester and the project was over with. She
swore next semester would be different, and seriously considered not ever
seeing Dr. Brigs again, let alone for the summer.

Barbara entered Dr. Brigs office with a little hesitation. She thought of just
calling her on the phone, and telling the professor that she wouldn't be able
to work for her over the summer, and that would be that. But something seemed
to be making her return to Dr. Brigs office, so that she could talk with her
in person. She walked up to the seated professor, at her desk, and sat down
facing her. She waited for the professor to finish her work, before speaking
to her.

The professor completed her work, looked over to Barbara, and with a smiling
face said, "Well Barbara, the semester is over with, and so is the first part
of my research. The results of part one were outstandingly positive, and all
of the preliminary work for part two has been accomplished. So Barbara, are
you ready to start part two? It will last throughout the entire summer, and
require you to work full time on the project. In fact, I planed on you
starting right now. Isn't that wonderful dear?"

Barbara looked at Dr. Brigs in apprehension. She didn't want to continue with
the project, at all. She was feeling as though she was not quite herself
anymore. Her body had lost it's muscle tone, from lack of exercise. She didn't
like her preoccupation with appearing more feminine, through the use of
cosmetics and frilly underwear. And most of all, she didn't like how it was
getting harder and harder for her to concentrate on her studies. She figured
it was a side effect of the project, but didn't want to worry or confront the
professor with her charges. All she wanted was out of it, all together. So
with all due respect, she informed Professor Brigs that she would regrettably
not be able to continue with the project. She thanked Dr. Brigs for all that
she had done for her, but she had other items on her busy agenda, and it was
time for her to go.

Dr. Brigs smiled, and then giggled to herself. Behavior that confused Barbara,
and somehow caused a chill of foreboding to run throughout her entire body.
Her feminine intuition was sending her full scale alarms to get the hell out
of there right now! To which Barbara stood up, and began to direct herself out
of the professor's office, when she heard the professor say. "Stop! Come back
here and sit back down, Barbie. You're not going anywhere, unless I tell you
to." in a very commanding way.

To Barbara's amazement, she did just that. Now Barbara was getting scared. Why
did she do that. Maybe it was just an innocent mindless response to all the
directions that she had been taking from the professor, in the last few months,
while working on the project. Nothing to worry about, just a knee jerk
reaction that would soon go away, when she left this place and the professor's
presence.

The professor was just looking at Barbara and smiling, like the cat that
trapped the mouse. Then she got up and headed for the lab. As she passed
Barbara, she said "Barbie, follow me." in a way that frightened Barbara. It
was in a nonchalant way, as though she was talking to a pet, and knew that
said pet would follow her command without hesitation. And that was exactly
what Barbara did.

Once inside, Dr. Brigs looked directly at Barbara, and directed her in a calm
tone of voice, "Now listen to me Barbie. I want you to take off all your
clothes. Everything, even your socks, and that sexy red bra and panty set. I
want you to fold them up nicely, and place them on this table. Then I want you
to stand behind this wooden chair, spread your legs apart wide, bend over the
top of it's back, and rest your arms here on the seat."

Barbara was flabbergasted, as the expression on her face showed in spades. Why
was the professor telling her to do this? This wasn't right, and definitely
not in the professor's character, to treat her like this either. She certainly
wasn't going to follow this new, Ms. Bitch persona, of the professor's, like
some well trained, obedient dog. And how did the professor know that she was
wearing the red lacy bra and panty set? She was about to tell the professor
exactly that, in no uncertain terms, but the professor saw the rebellion
coming, and decided to nip it in the bud quickly, by adding "No talking now
Barbie, and you WILL obey me. I am leaving for a few minutes, but when I get
back I want you over that chair, just like I told you to do. Now do it!" The
last phrase was more like a direct command of domination to Barbara, and the
professor left the room.

Barbara was in a state of shock. Not only from being talked to in that manner
by someone whom she thought was a dear trusted friend, but now, she found
herself unconsciously doing exactly what Dr. Brigs had told her to do.

She felt besides herself, like she was having an out of body experience. She 
was aware of what she was doing, as she felt herself removing her clothing,
one by one, folding them and then placing them nicely on the directed table.
She even felt the cool air of the lab on her bare skin. But for some reason 
she couldn't stop herself. It seemed as if she had lost control of her body or
worse, she had lost her free will!

A little while later the professor entered the room and said, "Ah good! I see
that you have followed my instructions to the letter like a good girl. Now let
me put these rubber gloves on, and then I can get you ready for part two of 
the experiment, my darling little lab rat."

Barbara heard the snapping sound of rubber gloves behind her. Then she heard
the squeaking noise of the professor moving around on a caster chair. Barbara
was full of questions and emotional turmoil, as the new Dr. Brigs was busy
behind her, getting things ready. She felt the gentle touch of a rubber gloved
hand on her backside, and jerked from the unexpected sensation.

"Now I want you to relax Barbie. This will go so much easier for you, if you
only relax."

She felt something cool and wet being placed around her anus. She did not jerk
this time. For some reason her body was able to relax, even though her mind
was in a state of acute anxiety. And then she felt it. 'Oh my God!' Barbara
screamed in her mind, as the professor's finger worked the jelly like
substance around and into her butt hole.

"Barbie, relax the muscles around your anus." commanded Dr. Brigs, and she did.

She could feel the professor's finger pushing into her. Turning and twisting,
first to the left, and then to the right. It was pulled out a little and then
pushed itself in, deeper and deeper. Next, she felt something larger following
the same stretching exploration as the first one. And then again, something
larger still. The professor now had three fingers probing and expanding her
rear end tunnel. She was being prepped for something, but what?  She soon
found out.

Something blunt, hard and cold, was now trying to gain access to her most
private orifice. She felt some pain, and echoed it with moans of distress.
But they fell on deaf ears, as the professor concentrated on getting the shiny
metal dildo deep within the confines of her rectum. A few more twists, a
little more lubricant, a couple more thrusting ins and outs, and finally it
was done. The anal probe had settled itself deeply inside of Barbara's bung
hole.

"Raise yourself up Barbie." said the professor. And she did.

"Bring your left hand behind you Barbie. I will guide it to your butt plug.
I want you to hold it where it is, do not pull it out, just keep it where it's
at."

The professor's orders were clear and precise, and Barbara followed them like
a well trained soldier, to her horror and confusion.

"Now Barbie, I want you to turn around and face me. Keep your legs far apart.
Put your right hand behind you and grasp the top of the chair. I want you to
use that chair as a balance point, so that you can lean your body backwards. 
If you understand, nod your head and then do it."

Barbara was again aghast at how her body responded to whatever Dr. Brigs told
her to do, while her mind was telling her no, more like screaming at her to do
otherwise, as her head moved up and down, and her body moved into it's new 
position. Her left hand still holding the dildo stuffed up her butt.

Barbara was now able to watch what the professor was doing to her. But somehow
this seem to only add another level of stress and anguish to Barbara's already
anxious state.

The professor took off her gloves and began touching her around her clean
shaven labia lips. She seemed to be very clinical in her approach, as if
looking for something. Barbara watched as the professor reached for the
lubricating jelly and began applying it around her tender, sensuous pussy, and
the area within. Even though Dr. Brigs was a professor, Barbara still felt
like she was being sexually assaulted, by what was happening to her. And given
the blatant fact that Barbara was totally powerless to stop the professor from
currently raping her with her fingers, she felt a sense of abject humiliation
and shame from it too. Even though she was forced to suffer this outrageous
act of violence, against her will, she was never-the-less aroused by it too.

Barbara watched in terror, as the professor took another dildo and began using
it to play with her smooth clean pussy. Oh the professor was definitely toying
with her, she could see it in her demonic smile, and the way she continued to
taunt her labia lips and clit with that obscene vibrating phallus. All Barbara
could do, was to close her eyes and hope that it would be over soon, but she
could still feel the professor manipulating that damn thing inside of her.
Twisting and pushing it in, deeper and deeper with each forceful thrust of
that damn metallic vibrating phallic pole. That same motion was soon causing
Barbara to emit a low grade moan of physical pleasure, which made her feel all
the more ashamed of herself. Finally, the mixture of torment and delight
stopped, and the professor spoke.

"Barbie, I want you to stand up. Bring your legs back together and use your
right hand to hold this dildo, in your pussy, right were it's at. Do not
remove it, just keep it from coming out." Barbara regretfully complied. The
professor sat in her chair, and stared with hungry eyes at her robot like toy,
who was executing her orders without resistance. Her behavior model worked
better than she thought, or could ever have dreamed of.

"Barbie, step into the center of the room and begin to turn around slowly.
Keep revolving until I tell you to stop."

Barbara felt totally out of control. No matter how hard she tried to NOT do
what the professor ordered, she couldn't stop herself. Her mind was hers but
her body wasn't. So she slowly walked to the center of the room and began to
turn around in place. Her hands still holding the two dildos deeply inside of
her. Not only did she feel humiliated, but also betrayed. Betrayed by the
professor, whom she thought of as a good friend, and betrayed by her own body
for not following what her mind told it to do. A tear began to roll down her
cheek.

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                            "A Lab Rat"

                             by Musker

                              Part 3

The professor went to a basin and washed the jell off her hands. While she was
drying them off, she watched as her new animated toy displayed it's erotic
self like a department store dummy on a revolving platform.

"Now Barbie I want you to go to the test chair. I will help you into it for
part two of the experiment. Do not fight me on this. Just be a good little
girl and follow my lead."

Barbara stopped turning and slowly walked over to the chair. One hand behind
her, holding the butt plug securely inside of her, while the other hand was
in front of her, keeping a firm grasp on the deeply planted dildo that was
stretching her pussy lips uncomfortably wide apart.

"There you are my dear, all hooked up and ready to go." It took the professor
a little longer to get Barbara situated in the correct position, as well as
attaching a few more metal disks, to monitor other private parts of her now
completely nude body. Both dildos had to be connected to their corresponding
shafts, that protruded from the chair at just the right angle, and that took
a little more time, even though Barbara followed the professor's orders post
haste.

The professor looked at her nude, wired up lab rat with hungry eyes. It was no
longer necessary to bind Barbara down to the chair. A simple command of "stay",
to Barbie was all that was necessary. She looked into her frightened,
sorrowful eyes and decided to let her speak.

"You may speak now Barbie, but NO tantrums, yelling, foul mouthed attacks, or
asking me to let you go. I will not tolerate any such nonsense. Do you
understand Barbie?"

Barbara shook her head yes. Finally something her mind and body could agree
upon. Then Barbara spoke.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, in a pleading way that would have
melted the coldest of hearts, unless it was made of steel like Dr. Brigs.

"Aw, poor baby." the professor compassionately replied, more out of evil
satire, than kind empathy. At the same time, she brushed away some loose hairs
from Barbara's strained face.

"It's like I told you sweetie. It is an experiment in advertising funded by
corporate America. Well, it's not just that, as you can now tell. I have my
own secret agenda too. And that's what part two is all about. Part one was to
collect data regarding what a person focuses on, and responds to, in viewing
TV commercials, for which I was handsomely paid by various businesses.
Addendum to part one, and for my own personal interest, is to see if certain
subliminal stimuli can be impressed on a viewer's psyche at the same time.
Kind of what they use in stores. While they play music, and at the same time
without anyone being consciously aware of it, they play audio messages like
"don't steal", "shopping is fun", "buy merchandise" etc. Except in my case I
am more aggressive in those subliminal messages. And as you can plainly see in
your current situation, extremely successful with the results.

"Part two of the experiment is, I must confess, for my own personal pleasure.
You see my dear, I am a woman who is getting on in years and of the lesbian
persuasion. Most of the time I am very busy, and don't have the time to seek
out a companion, let alone find one that can satisfy my, how shall I say it,
my "special tastes", as it were. So, that is where part two and you come in."

Barbara was on the brink of tears, and in a childish tone uttered, "But I am
not a lesbian, so why me?"

"That is true my precious, and the research in part one confirmed it 
overwhelmingly. You are a vibrant heterosexual female who loves, and is
aroused by men, not women . . . at least for now that is."

Terror crosses Barbara face as she suddenly knew what part two was going to
be. But she had no idea as to how intense, or perverse the mad professor was
going to make it.

"So a large segment of part two will be in broadening and then focusing your
sexual interests and responses, from men to women. Oh don't look too worried
my dear. I won't eliminate all of your interest in men, my research over the
years has shown that to be impossible. But I can shift both your preference
and intensity to women over men. Whether you like it or not."

"The remaining segment of part two will be in acclimating you into sharing the
same 'special interests' that I do."

Somehow Barbara was afraid to ask what that might be, but her facial
expressions echoed her thoughts to the evil professor's delight.

"Your probably wondering what that is too. Well, I do like women, as I have
already said, but my sexual appetite is for a special type of woman. I don't
like the aggressive types, the proverbial biker dykes, or the today's feminist
woman. The women that I like are very feminine, the lipstick, powder puff type.
I like bimbos! That's right my dear, I like busty, big haired, small waisted,
broad hipped, dainty, air headed girly girls. Basically the complete reverse
of what you are my dear. And I like them to be submissive, and in all sorts of
fetish wear too. Mmmmmmmmm, I get so aroused just thinking about it. And I'm
happy to say, to which you will be greatly disappointed in hearing, you are
going to become just that. My little sexy bimbo slave girl. How do you like,
Barbie?"

Barbara just shook her head in a flamboyant NO, as tears gushed from her eyes.
"No, you can't do this. I won't let you. You won't get away with it. You can't
do ... " and Barbara immediately stopped talking, when Dr. Brigs told her to
be quiet. Then the professor looked straight into Barbara's tearful eyes, and
with all the determination that she could put into a few important words, she
voiced, "I can! I will! And no one, not even God can stop me!"

The professor then took pity on the weeping puppet girl and tried to console
her.

"There, there, my sweet little girl. Don't be like that. It won't be too bad.
In fact, it will be so gradual that you won't even know it's happening to you,
until it is all over with, and far too late for you to do anything about. We
have the whole summer together, to get it done in. By the time the next
semester starts, your fading athletic build will be replaced with one more
becoming of a sex object. You breasts will go from a "C" cup to a "DD". Your
waist will be corseted down from it's thick 28 inches, to a tiny wasp-like 18
inches, and your hips will flare out to a sexy, curvy 38 inches. I'll have you
practicing each and every day, walking in gradually higher and higher heels,
until you're wearing 5 inch stilettos, and walking with in hip swaying,
gyrating struts. I'll have your hair colored, and styled in a wonderfully big,
blonde bimbo stereotype. And your face... Well, I know this doctor friend who
owes me a big favor. With his expertise, and my guiding hand, we will have you
looking like the proverbial empty, air headed bimbo that men fantasize about
fucking, but would never ever marry. You will have big vacant puppy dog eyes,
a cute little pixie nose, and a full set of voluptuous, pouting lips, that
look like they are aching to be kissed, or to be sucking on something.

"By the time the summer is over with, you will look nothing like you look
today. No one will even recognize you as Barbara ever again. And with my
subliminal behavior changing methods, you will act and sound nothing like
yourself either. And the best part of it all, I will have a lawyer friend of
mine legally change your name too, for the simple price of a blow job, given
by you of course. You will go from Ms. Barbara Derman, independent,
intelligent, and resourceful college coed of today, to Barbie Doll, wanton,
bimbo, sex toy of Dr. Madeline Brigs.

"My very own Barbie Doll, whom I can play with whenever, and however I want.
And I will too. I'll dress you in all sorts of tight, sexy clothes, and have
you model them for me, and maybe for some of my very close girlfriends too.
You will wear all sorts of fetish clothes. Lots of latex, rubber and leather
outfits. I think you will learn to love the feel of them on your skin, as much
as I will love feeling you in them. If not, no big deal. There's nothing you
will be able to do about it anyway. My training methods will see to that.

"And we will play. All sorts of sexy and exciting games. You will learn to
become Barbie the adorable, obedient French Maid. You will be her a lot, both
in fantasy, and in real life too. This way, I will no longer need any outside
maid service, once you move into my home. It will be so nice watching you do
the house work, the cooking, the cleaning, and the dusting, in your tight,
latex maid's outfit, with your huge tits barely contained inside of the
uniform. I can just imagine hearing the distinct clicking sounds that your 5
inch heels will make, on my hard wood floors as you scurry to get you chores
done on time, or else risk punishment, and punish you I will too, my little
strumpet. It will be all part of my life, my passion, my desire. And soon
yours as well."

"Then there will be Barbie the Hooker. All dressed up in shiny red rubber, and
black leather, swaggering around street corners, trying your best to attract
someone that you can have sex with for money. Maybe I'll have some of my
friends pick you up, and use you for the night, anyway they want. Won't that
be fun? Licking or sucking some strange woman's pussy OR pussy fucking some
guy's long, fat, hard cock all night long. Hmmmmm, I'll have to train you to
deep throat the men, without gagging. It's no big deal, just a lot of practice
that's all."

Maybe I'll have you do a gang bang. That would be interesting wouldn't it?
Cock after cock after cock, or will it be pussy after pussy after pussy, maybe
even both, we'll see. It does sound like something I would like to have a tape
of though. Then we can watch it together later on, as you perform orally on 
my own pussy. Now that sounds delicious, doesn't it doll?"

"Oh, and maybe, I can rent you out as a secretary or receptionist. On second
thought, that might not be a good idea. I think it would be a little too much
for my precious little air headed bimbo to deal with. However, we can role
play it. That's it! You won't have to tax that soon to be little numb brain of
yours. Just go through the motions, as your working comrades come by and
use you for various sexual cravings, both men and women.

"But the most wonderful adventure that I am going to enjoy with you, and as
such we will be doing it quite often, is something that really gets my juices
flowing to the max. My greatest passion in life you might say. My goodness, it
get's me so hot and wet just thinking about it. Mmmmmm . . . I can feel my
panties getting so wet right now. Maybe later I'll let you smell and munch on
them, on the ride home my pet. You'll like that won't you? Hahahaha, in a few
hours from now, at least you will look like you do."

"But the thing that really gets my pussy gushing, is BONDAGE, and disciplining
sweet bimbo's, like your going to be, into sweet submission. I have a whole
dungeon loaded with all sorts of gear and apparatuses. And your going to
experience every last one of them, many, many times my sweet little doll."

"I can't wait to show you off at one of those kinky parties. You will be my
submissive kinky Frankenstein, as I lead you around with a tether at the end 
of a leash. Your bimbo self will be displayed in complete restrained regalia.
Your entire body will be covered from head to toe in hot pink rubber. The only
parts left open, will be your eyes, your nipples, and your body orifices. But
not for long."

"I'll have you wear a severe black leather corset. Oh I am afraid it is going
to be very uncomfortably tight on you my dear, but by then you will want to
please me in every way possible, so you will beg me to wear it so very
tightly. Really Barbie, you will beg. I'll train you to do so."

"Your arms will be held behind your back in a black leather single glove.
Don't worry my dear, when that time comes, having your elbows touch behind
your back for extended periods of time, will become second nature to you.
Although it will take some time to get you to that level, but I will be
diligent in your training, and won't let up a single moment, no matter how
hard, or how long you beg and plead for mercy. That goes to show you how much
I really care about you sweetie pie."

"And lets not forget about your shoes, or I think this time we will go with
boots. Yes, knee high, stiletto heeled, black shiny boots. I may even have you
wear a pair of short linked ankle cuffs with them. I do so love watching a
bound bimbo mince around in dainty little steps, with her heels clicking upon
a hard floor. But then I told you that already didn't I slave girl."

"Let's see what else is there, oh yes, we have to fill up your holes too. Oh
that is easy. Long, fat, rubber dildos for your pussy and ass, much bigger
than you are wearing now. I think I'll have them vibrate and shock you
remotely. Yes, then I can control you, even from afar. We can even work out a
code. One ass shock for turning left, one pussy shock for turning right. A
vibrating ass plug for backing up and a vibrating pussy plug for moving
straight ahead. And one big ass shock to get you going, with an equal or 
greater shock to you pussy to make you stop. Oh won't that be great. I can
even have people play with you throughout the night, like some wind up toy
doll. But then again, at that point, that's exactly what you'll be."

"Oh my goodness, I almost completely forgot about your head. Well that just
won't do. Let me think. A rigid corset neck collar first off. It will hold
that pretty empty head of yours still, erect, and constantly looking forward.
A gag is a must. I can't tell you enough how much I love hearing the
distressed sounds of a gagged woman. All the moans and groans of a helpless
femme fatale, emanating from a well packed mouth makes me cream my panties,
WHOOPS! I just did! Oh well, something for you to snack on, on the way home
tonight my dear. And that vacant teary eyed expression, when you feel your on
the very edge of choking, if that gag was made just a bit larger. Oh yes,
we're definitely going to have to practice on controlling your gag response.
I don't want anything bad to happen to my little toy doll, now that I have her.
I guess you can tell that your going to be gagged a lot, practically all the
time in fact. Oh well, such is life, your pitiful little life, that is."

"So, I think an inflatable bladder gag, in combination with a whole head
harness will look good on you at that party, honey pot. Lots of thin black
leather straps going around your pink latex clad head. First, I will buckle
them all nice and firm, then I'll pump up that bladder gag, until I get that
glassy eyed look from you. Oh your going to look so cute with those straps
biting deeply into your latex covered face. Seeing your bug eyed expression
over your inflated hot pink cheeks. That image of you in my mind's eye is 
getting me so excited right now. And to top it off, I'll have your long blonde
hair pulled through a hole at the top of your latex hood, and braided into a
long pony tail. Oh, that reminds me. Have you ever heard of a pony girl dear?
Never mind, you will experience it soon enough."

"My oh my, you are certainly going to be one kinky exotic sight at that party.
A firmly restrained bimbo in contrasting colors. People will envy me, owning
such a doll like you. They're going to want to touch you all over. Especially
those big fat tits of yours. Oh did I mention that your nipples are going to
be pierced and ringed too. Yes indeed, big shiny rings hanging down from long,
hard, permanently erect nipples, resting on a bountifully ripened pair of
pussy wetting breasts. My oh my, I can almost taste their sweet milk now."

"Yes indeed my tender love doll, you and I are going to be a major hit at
that party, and all of the other parties that we will be attending too. I just
know that together, we will be quite the popular social couple. Of course this
means that we will have to have a tremendous wardrobe of clothes to wear. Mine
will be very fashionable and chic, in a dominating fetish kind of way. While
yours will be nothing but bright rich colors of slut wear, accented with
intense, tight, immovable, hole filling bondage. It will be a grand experience
for the both of us my love object. Maybe by then, you will be able to
appreciate it, and be as aroused by it as much as I do. If not, no big deal.
By then you will be too far into playing the bimbo slave girl to put up much
of a rebellion for me. Poor, poor Barbara."

"Hmmmm . . . there is one final part about this training method of mine that
I'm not sure if I should tell you about or not. On the other hand it may prove
interesting, in further testing of how well my training system actually does
work. After all, you did prove to be a very resisting subject in getting you
to take the subliminal messages in part one. Hmmmm ... I think I will tell
you after all. It will be a great challenge to see who actually is the
stronger between us. Ok, here goes."

"You will become Barbie Doll, make no mistake about that. But you will still
be Barbara Derman too, that part of your persona can not be destroyed
whatsoever. What you will be in fact is a person of two personalities, or
identities if you will. My job, and my pleasure I might add, is to make Barbie
Doll the dominant persona. Barbara will slowly fade into the background, her
identity, her thoughts, her wants, her dreams, all that Barbara is, is going
to be repressed, encapsulated, and placed way back into your mind. Kind of
like a faint echo. Barbie is going to come forth, in all her stereotyped,
bondage loving, submissive bimbo self. And if I have my way about it, that is
how you are going to stay, forever and ever. Unless I get tired of you. Then
I'll just sell you at a handsome profit to one of my friends, or business
associates. They are always on the lookout for a lovely piece of mindless
fluff, that can lick pussy and suck cock like she was born to do it."

"But because I am so deviously clever, and a bit sadist, I am going to have
Barbara switch places with Barbie, and come out to express herself sometimes,
or at least try too. What I am saying is that I love conflict and distress. I
love to tease, to a point that might be considered over the top. I make no
excuses for it. That's just the way I am, and I actually like myself this way
too. No doubt to you, to your utmost regret."

"So when you are looking ever so bimboish, all nicely package in total
scrumptiously tight bondage, I am going to let you, Barbara, come out and
play. Of course there will be very little that you can do in that situation,
other than to try and fight for your freedom, get angry with me to the point
of trying to attack me, or to be so despondent that you would beg me to take
you out of this functioning bizarre reality, and put you back into your little
tiny box, deep in your own subconscious mind. Which I will do, but only when
I want you there, and not a moment before that."

"So why am I telling you this? First off, I like to taunt you even more than I
already have. I so love doing that. But at the same time give you a small
chance of regaining your life back, Barbara's life that is. My system, as good
as it is, is not prefect. There are some bugs, some loop holes if you will,
that I need to work out, in order to make it 100%. And I think you are the one
who is going to help me in that endeavor, like it or not. But in the process
of perfecting my methodology, there is a chance that Barbara will regain
control long enough to free herself, and possibly turn the tables on me. It's
all a hypothetical risk you understand. But I am willing to take a calculated
risk, in order to hone my technique. I do believe that you will not win, but
then again, stranger things have happened, as you now well know."

"So my dear, may the best person, or in your case, sex doll win."

Barbara was in a state of total shock from what she just heard. Her life, as
she had known it, would soon be changed totally upside down by a mad woman,
and she was powerless to stop her. But there was that one glimpse of hope.
That one last heroic act by her, if Dr. Brigs was correct. But how was she
suppose to do that?

The professor pulled a final piece of equipment into place. It was a long
penis shaped dildo on the end of a flexible stand. She placed it so it's head,
and small centered hole, was right in front of Barbara's clenched lips. but
still didn't obstruct Barbara's view of the television. She forced her head
back into the head rest, as far as it would go, in trying to escape that
damnable thing, but it was still a mere fraction of an inch away from her
tender luscious lips.

The professor reached for Barbara's hands, and tried to move them, but Barbara
kept them there on the hand rest. Her fingers digging deeply into the padding.
The professor exhaled with a frustrated sigh, and then commanded "Barbie relax
your arms and hands." She was then easily able to move Barbara's arms, so that
her hands were covering each of her full beasts. "Keep them there Barbie."
Barbara was unable to move them away, even though her mind desperately wanted
to.

"Now my dear, this is what's going to happen. You are going to watch a series
of videos, X-rated ones. The first one will show a woman having intercourse
with a man. You are to watch the video from the woman's perspective, even to
the point of mimicking her movements and sounds. If you want to moan and groan
more than she does, feel free to do so. When her breasts are touched, fondled
and massaged, you will do the same to your own breasts, even when the man does
it to her. When he begins thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy, the
chair device your pussy dildo is connected to, will do the same thing to your
pussy. In short my precious sex toy, for all intents and purposes, you will be
that fucked over woman in the movie. Kind of interesting, isn't it my little
love muffin."

"The next film will be of another woman having anal sex with a guy, and of
course you will copy her behavior to a 'T', as the both of you are butt fucked
in unison. Once again the dildo up your butt will match what you see in the 
picture. The film, after that one, will be of a woman giving a guy oral sex.
That is why this fake cock is so close to your mouth. You will give this dildo
the exact same blow job that the woman gives that guy, and you will enjoy
doing it too, or at least act like you do. Even though I know you believe that
a woman should never lower herself into performing oral sex, you will soon be
sucking this cock like it was the most natural thing in the world for a woman
to be doing. Do you understand me Barbie kins?"

Barbara automatically shook her head yes, try as hard as she might to not to
do so.

"The final movie will be of a woman getting gang banged. A whole bunch of guys
will be fucking her, in all three holes at the same time. You of course will
get and perform the same way. Now, for your sake, I hope you decided to go
with the flow. Hell, you might even have an orgasm, or two, or three, or more.
But whether you have an orgasm or not, is unimportant. What is important is
for you to imitate those women's behavior, as best as you can. This is the
beginning of your training as a slut, a cum hole, and a sex toy for others.
You will run through each video several times, until I see that you have
mastered your new trade. After that, we will shut down the equipment, and go
home."

"Tomorrow will be another day, with a quick review of what you learned today
with something else new to learn. That is how your entire summer is going to
be, a review of what was learned and experienced, then something new, just
like school. Instead of a rich variety of academic professors training and
educating your mind for a future of your own creation, "I" am going to train
and educate your mind, body and soul for a destiny of "MY" choosing. And of
course change your entire life in the process."

Dr. Brigs kissed Barbara on the cheek, and set in motion part two of the
project.

A few hours passed, when the professor reentered the room. Her new doll and
lab rat was finishing up her first of many training lessons. Barbara was
watching and emulating the woman being gang banged on the television. All
three of her orifices were being fucked by three artificial manly cocks that
the good professor provided for her. The professor stood behind Barbara's
head, watching her new Barbie Doll deep throat the rubber cock in front of her.
She was doing an excellent job of mimicking every move of the woman in the
video made.

Dr. Brigs took hold of Barbara's hands from her breasts and laid them back on
the chair's arm rest. She was delighted that she didn't have to give a verbal
order to do so. Another successfully obstacle in the mind control ladder was
accomplished by a little adjustment in the good professors model. Again she
smiled with pleasant satisfaction.

Barbara felt the professor move her hands, and for a moment she actually
thought that she could have stopped it. In fact she knew she could, but had
second thoughts about doing so. This might have been what the professor meant
about her regaining control through some bugs in her computer control model.
If she choose to fight the professor now, Barbara would be certain to loose.
She still couldn't control her body. She tried countless times to stop sucking
on that damned dildo, or to get out of the chair, or simply not watch those
obscene videos. But not once did she have any success. So even if she did get
lucky, and knock out the professor with a hard fist to the side of her head,
what good would it do, if she couldn't get out of the chair. No, she would
bide her time, wait for that one key moment, when the Dr. Brigs let down her
guard, or another bug in her system was discovered by Barbara, then she would
act, and without mercy.

Again Barbara thought out her plan. She knew that time was not on her side.
The longer that she waited, the closer the professor got in reaching her goal,
and of finding the bugs, and fixing them. The thought of herself becoming
more and more a pumped up sex toy for the mad professor was beyond revolting
and thoroughly humiliating. But if she wanted her freedom, eventually, then
she would have to play along, giving the professor false results, and in fact
take on the persona of a bimbo fetish sex slave for the professor. She had to
enter hell, do battle with the devil, and hoped that she made it out alive,
as Barbara Derman once more.

The professor placed her hands on Barbara's soft breasts, and began massaging
them. Oh how she loved playing with the big tits of a woman. She made a mental
note to herself, to give her doctor friend a call, so they could start on
remodeling her doll's body into something more appealing to her desires, and
"special tastes".

The video ended, and the TV went blank. Barbara stopped her imitating as well.
The dildo was still a fraction of a inch from her well used lips, and the
other two probes were still deeply inside of her pussy and tail holes. Barbara
still could not move from the chair, or speak to the professor, who continued
to fondle her breasts, as if they were bread dough.

"I'll bet you are wondering why I had you watching videos of a man, men,
having sex with a woman, since I am a full fledged lesbian, aren't you, my
little cum twat? Well for two reasons. First, my system needs a true base line,
regarding your sexual responses. Having you imitating two women making love
would have given me many false readings, and result in you actually setting
yourself free from me one day. And we can not have that, now can we sweetie?
So I had you watch and mimic, what comes natural, and IS natural to you. Well,
maybe the gang bang and oral sex was not quite in your repertoire, but
nevertheless, it was useful. Tomorrow we will start training you on women, and
soon you will think of nothing else, but having sex with women. Oh I can
hardly wait for that day doll."

Barbara felt her breasts and erect nipples being squeezed extra tight about
then.

"Second, even though I am a lesbian, and you are being transformed into 
"something" that I want you to become, that doesn't mean that I won't share 
you with others. And some of those others will be men too. Thus you will have
to please them in anyway that they like. Which means taking it in whatever 
hole that they want to stick their dicks into you. That is why the vanilla
training itinerary. But fear not, my soon to be bimbo tart, you won't have
very many men to please. I will see to that."

The professor created a forced sinister laugh after saying that.

A few minutes later the professor prepared Barbara for the trip home. She
bound her nude toy with those cloth velcro straps. Her arms were bound
together behind her back, and again to her torso. Another set of cloth
restraints were used to hold the two metal dildos deeply inside of her two
lower orifices. Her upper legs, above her knees, were held together with
another tight strap.

The professor then told Barbara to slip her feet into three inch high, high
heeled shoes. A long trench coat was wrapped and fasten around her bound form,
thus hiding it to the casual observer. A final article of clothing for her to
wear was Dr. Brigs panties, fully soaked with her sexual juices. And these 
she wore inside of her mouth, all of it, packed deep in her horrified, teary
eyed, succulent mouth. The professor told her to keep her lips sealed around
it and to try and suck every last drop of her sweat nectar down her throat, by 
the time that they arrived at her house. Barbara complied with disgust and
repugnance, as her mouth actively chewed, and her throat muscles swallowed as
much as they could.

Dr. Brigs closed up her office, and escorted Barbara to her car. They drove
off into the setting sun. One with cheerful and optimistic expectations, of
seeing a dream soon to be realized. The other in numbing shock, terrorized
to the bone with fear, as to what the next day might bring.

                           - The End -