The Science of Desire

The Science of Desire

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Taken from an earlier edition titled Cult of Desire and has had a complete facelift. This dystopian sci-fi story is set in the future, a group of women have unwittingly signed their lives away to the secret government who want sexual creatures and living dolls to play with. First comes the collecting and testing of these women for their sexual function for real medical research but it also serves a different and more sinister reason. Follow Sarah Formby as she discovers a sexual awakening as she is seduced into a world of perversion.

Summary

Taken from an earlier edition titled Cult of Desire and has had a complete facelift. This dystopian sci-fi story is set in the future, a group of women have unwittingly signed their lives away to the secret government who want sexual creatures and living dolls to play with. First comes the collecting and testing of these women for their sexual function for real medical research but it also serves a different and more sinister reason. Follow Sarah Formby as she discovers a sexual awakening as she is seduced into a world of perversion.

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Submitted: August 08, 2018

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The Science of Desire

Blinking away the darkness and haze, Sarah began to awake. Becoming aware of others near. She couldn't make sense of the strange aroma of female musk, perfume and something else, urine. A sniffling aroused her wakefulness. Her head hurt as if having been on a night out and drinking too many cocktails with her friends. The dim light revealed moving shadows along the walls, concrete and smooth solid walls. Sarah reached out a hand and heard a whimper. Her vision was too blurry to focus on anything but shadows and the dim light coming from the ceiling.
Another smell began filtering into her senses, and nausea threatened to spill. The sleepy feeling you get at when the anaesthetist knocks you out came over her. She remembered having a tooth out as a child and they had knocked her out. Sarah's eyes began to droop and sleep took over.

 

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Five large men dressed in black balaclavas, leather pants, heavy steel capped boots and leather gloves all entered the small hidden room in a hospital basement and following the instructions that they had been given. 
It was where Doctor Dolores Rochdale and her assistant Marcus Marshal had stored the selected women. All of the women had ticked and signed the disclaimer on the medical research form they had filled months ago and now belonged to the government and secret service as living research specimens. They were all students looking to earn a bit of extra cash by volunteering to be participants in drug and other medical trials. The students had been observed for fourteen weeks during the first semester of entering their senior year at Yale University. The women were from a multitude of courses, from science, music, literature, history to geography and economics, psychology and sports. All were slim built, average height and weight. Skin, hair and eye colour hadn’t mattered. Their skin had to be subtle, fresh and clear of blemishing, scaring, freckles and acne. The criteria that Doctor Rochdale checked as all the women were loaded into body-bags and laid on stretchers, was with a smile that everything was going to plan. She watched medical assistant Marshal checking that all the women were in good shape, but deeply unconscious from the gas they had pumped into the room. 
Doctor Rochdale remembered her superior had beamed his brilliant smile at her when he departed the case folder. He had been very excited and it was contagious. “We are being trusted to pull this off. It will be the biggest achievement this faculty has ever undertaken. Nothing can go wrong,” He had said the last part with a strong tone of seriousness. Rochdale had smiled and nodded. She had worked for the science factuality for over four years. Her research had been funded generously as she looked into the female and male orgasm under stress. It hadn't been her first choice but the money and secrecy had seduced her. The authority and freedom of research techniques were a scientist dream. 
Rochdale read the overview and did one last check on her tablet that only had one app and that was to the central database. Authorised by the US government to human science. She lived and worked at the central laboratory and wasn't allow any unauthorised outings unless she was with security. Her freedom wasn't a sacrifice, it was a privilege if it meant saving the world from lowering population growth as a result of women's' sexual freedom as women chose to not procreate or marry but instead indulged in promiscuous behaviour.
The requirements for this research meant the women who were selected had to be a loner with very few friends or family that could report them missing. With the help of Dean Watson II at Yale, the women were carefully monitored. An advertisement for medical research candidates had been emailed to seventy-five students and forty of them had applied. Dr Rochdale and her assistant Marcus Marshal had done the routine medical physical and background interviews on the women to narrow the list down to twenty and would present to their superior. 
The last of the women were dumped on to stretchers as if they were corpses, it was easy to transport them to the research facility. When all were then loaded into the back of a delivery truck, Doctor Rochdale and Assistant Marshal got into their own van and drove off, following the truck towards the vast country. The trip would take them to the coast and then a ferry ride out to an island that was completely off-limits to the public and secured by the secret service.


 
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Upon arriving at the destination, the team of security men arrived at the gates and stopped a short distance away to allow Rochdale to drive ahead and At the gates, she gave the code word for entry to the grand complex and their journey continued.
A mile's drive, they finally reached the massive four storey building with large blacked out windows that lined the smooth plastered black walls, draping willows masked the west wing and in front of the east wing that angled off towards the north wing was a large parking lot that would easily accommodate a hundred vehicles. 
They drove the truck through the parking lot and on to the far end where a narrow lane stretched through dense woodland and eventually the truck and van halted in the middle of a clearing. 
The drivers got out and immediately the area was floodlit. The entrance to the underground bunker opened and each woman was carried in to separate rooms ready to begin the tests and examinations they needed to become part of the special twenty the next day.
The test would begin in the morning. Happy in the knowledge that everything went by the book, Doctor Rochdale went to her living quarters, followed by Marshal, “are we doing the right thing?” he asked as she punched in the passcode to open the door.
She stopped and stared hard at him, “I won't have anyone on my team that thinks otherwise, this is for the future of humanity. You better resolve your issues or you are off the team and project. You have such promise and I would hate to see you be disposed of.”
He blankly looked away and at the keypad for his room and punched in his passcode. “I am sorry for the questions, I think this is important. It is just the way we acquired these women that made me have doubts.”
She came over to him, holding his stare and relished in the fear she had induced in him, “they signed the contracts, they signed up for this. We are carrying out what we said we would do. This is medical and scientific research and these women signed up, they donated their bodies and lives to science.”
Marshal nodded and she couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or serious but he saluted her and remained quiet until stepping into his room. “See you in the morning” His door closed and she went back to her own and entered.
Tomorrow was going to be a day of testing the women's bodily sensitivity to sexual stimuli and would begin after measuring their limbs, torso and head. The information would be collected and go into a research database, her superior would have the first look at the data as it would be his final say on whether further tests should happen. As soon as this part was done, she could then access the data and begin her experiments. Long evenings had been spent designing the experiments that would ultimately be used to help humanity but also the findings would be utilised by the government to aid in foreign relationships and the exploitation of money from all over the globe. It could help the space program too that was having trouble with birth rates on Mars. Thirty years ago, in the year 2018 and the US government had sent a team to Mars and they were doing a good job of transforming the planet from a dusty dead body to a living green gem. More and more teams had been sent and the first attempts at procreating on the planet had failed and the mothers had also died in the process. The research this faculty was doing could find the answer. It also would be used to serve the international, secret deep government that the public only suspected of and was deemed conspiracy theory.


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