The elixir of love (Closed for Arcanyx)

[paulboulder]

Professor Roderick Dixson looked out at the lecture hall. There was the usual smattering of graduate experimental psychology students there, because they were all required to attend faculty lectures, but beyond that and one very attractive young woman he didn't recognize immediately, the hall was empty. Professor Dixson was surprised that the turnout was so low, given the topic of the lecture: "A new clinical trial of the experimental drug Leva-Aphrodesia."

Professor Dixson had won a major competition to be one of the testing sites for the medication, which, according to its manufacturer, "shows great potential for enhancing sexual pleasure in its users, particularly AFAB users."

The double blind trial was to test the effectiveness of the drug with self-identifying sexually active college students. In the trial, different dosages of the drug would be tested against a placebo. Students who were not prevented from participating by the exclusion criteria would be given the drug to use daily. Professor Dixson lab team would recruit subjects, get informed consent from those wanting to be involved, give them blinded bottles containing the drug or the placebo, give them an app to record their daily observations, schedule interviews with subjects on a weekly basis, and report all findings to the company.

Professor Dixson explained all the aspects of the study to the students. The purpose of the meeting was to not only spur interest in the study and possibly recruit subjects, but also to see if there was someone interested in working on Professor Dixson's research team as a paid assistant.

The students seemed blase about the study and soon dispersed after he finished talking, except for the young woman he didn't recognize. As he packed up his computer and gathered his papers, she stepped shyly forward and asked if she could speak with him.

 

[Arcanyx]

Arc hung back after the lecture, her pulse racing as Professor Dixson packed up. The hall was empty, just the two of them. The talk about Leva-Aphrodesia had left Arc squirming; after all it promised to crank up every sexy feeling, especially for girls like her.

She approached Professor Dixson quietly 'Professor Dixson? Can I... talk to you for a minute?' her voice came out softer than she meant, shy but laced with something hungrier.

He straightened, a small smile tugging at his lips. 'Of course. What’s on your mind?'

Arc bit her lip, glancing down to make sure her notebook hid her perked nipples. She said 'This trial... the drug. It sounds intense. I'm not a grad student or anything, but I'm sexually active, and I meet the criteria you mentioned. No health issues, on birth control. I'd love to participate. And, um, maybe help out on your team? I could use the extra cash, and psych's my minor.'

His eyes lingered on Arc a second too long, appraising her heavy breasts. Arc felt his crass gaze, heat pooling in her core. He rumbled 'Interesting. You're not one of mine, but enthusiasm like yours is exactly what we need. Why the interest? Be honest.'

She answered in a dull way to hide her real emotions ‘Honestly? The idea of something making every sensation... better. Stronger. It's exciting.’

He chuckled. 'Bold. I like that. Let's get you the consent forms. If you're serious, we can start you on the trial tomorrow.

By the next afternoon, Arc was in his office, swallowing the first pill from the unmarked bottle.

 

[paulboulder]

Professor Dixson was intrigued by the young woman who he spoke with at the lecture. In addition to her very attractive figure and features, there was something more – a hunger to learn, he sensed – which caught his attention.

The next day, at the time they agreed upon, she came by his lab for an intake appointment about the study. He provided her with all the informed consent materials and explained the nature of a double-blind protocol, where both the experimental investigators and the subject do not know whether the subject is receiving the actual medication or a placebo. In the Leva-Aphrodesia study, each subject is assigned a number, and the medications they receive are matched with that subject number. Only the company would know what medication each subject receives. In so doing, experimental bias is avoided.

He also had to explain to her that as an active participant in the study, she could not interact with the subjects as a research assistant. Dixson said he would check with the institutional review board to see if she could do so once her participation was complete. She agreed to those conditions and completed all the necessary paperwork. He did tell her that she could do other work for his research team – literature reviews, office paperwork – for the hourly rate supported by the company and referred her to human resources to be added to the payroll.

Being the first enrollee, she was given subject number 001. Dixson told her about the dosage (one pill per day, taken with food, for 30 days), tracking her activities through the app (including anything relevant of a sexual nature), and the interview schedule with the research team. To monitor for any immediate adverse reactions, each subject was supposed to take their first pill in the lab where trained staff were on hand to monitor for safety.

Now Ms. Juggs, or Arc, as she liked to be called, sat in a chair near a long black lab table. She took the first pill from Professor Dixson and washed it down with some water and a few Ritz crackers.

“Professor Dixson, how long do I have to remain here after taking the pill?” she asked.

“Only fifteen minutes. We just need to make sure you don’t have some kind of anaphylactic shock response to the ingredients in Leva-Aphrodesia. Would you like a magazine to read while you wait?” he said, casually.

 

[Arcanyx]

The lab felt so sterile—white walls, gleaming metal surfaces, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Oh how she wished, the lab to be like a sexy lingerie shop with soft lighting and silk displays that might make the whole thing feel playful instead of... clinical.

Her heart raced a little, but not in that thrilling way it had the other day at uni when Professor Dixson first caught her eye during his lecture. Back then, his commanding presence had sent a spark through her, but here, everything felt muted, confusing. Why had she agreed to this? A double-blind study on some aphrodisiac? It sounded intriguing in theory, but now, sitting here as Subject 001, doubt crept in.

There was something extra dominant about Professor Dixson today, the way he loomed, as if he were already testing boundaries. "We just need to make sure you don’t have some kind of anaphylactic shock response to the ingredients in Leva-Aphrodesia. Would you like a magazine to read while you wait?"

She nodded hesitantly. "Sure, thanks." Anything to distract from the awkward silence and the way her mind kept replaying the consent forms, the app she'd have to log her... activities on. Sexual nature, he'd said. God, what had she signed up for?

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a glossy magazine, sliding it across the table toward her. The cover was bold—a woman in tattered medieval garb, chained to a stone wall, her body arched in what looked like ecstasy or agony, a stern knight looming over her with a whip in hand. Medieval Passions: Bonds of Desire. Pure BDSM, from the looks of it. As she scanned the pages—descriptions of flogging sessions in castle dungeons, ropes binding wrists to iron rings, a lord claiming his captive with rough thrusts—no relief came. If anything, it heightened her fogginess.

The door to the lab swung open, and in walked another man—tall, in his thirties, with sharp features, and a lab coat. He glanced at Professor Dixson, then at her, his eyes lingering on her crossed legs.

"Ah, Assistant Hale," Dixson said. "Meet Subject 001. She's just taken her first dose. Join us for the monitoring?" Hale nodded, pulling up a stool across from her. "Pleasure to meet you, 001. I'm here to help with the intake questions" His voice was smooth, but the questions he launched into were anything but casual.

"So, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your current arousal level? Be honest; we need baseline data." He leaned forward, like he could see right through her clothes.

She shifted in her seat, "Uh, maybe a three? I'm just... a bit anxious about all this."

He chuckled softly, jotting something on his tablet. "Anxiety can mask things. Have you masturbated in the last 24 hours? Details on technique and duration would help calibrate the app logs."

Her mouth went dry. Professor Dixson didn't intervene; if anything, he stepped closer. "Answer him, Ms. Arc," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for evasion. "Full disclosure is part of the protocol."

"Y-yes, last night. Just... fingers, for maybe 30 minutes. Nothing intense."

 

[paulboulder]

Hale continued to question Ms. Arc as Dixson observed.

“So other than the masturbation yesterday evening, you’ve had no sexual activity of any kind?”

“No,” Arc said, wondering where this questioning was going.

Hale stood up and walked over to another table. He came back with a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope.

“Alright, Ms. Arc, please extend your arm on the table. I’m just going to get your blood pressure and heart rate.”

He put the cuff on her arm and inflated it. Arc felt a twinge of anxiety as it tightened around her arm. Hale warmed the stethoscope against his own arm, then placed it on Arc’s arm above the cuff as the cuff slowly deflated. “130 over 80. Gues you’re a little anxious.” Hale seemed to smile a little at Arc. Maybe he wanted to put her at ease?

He wrote the numbers on his chart, then said, “Ok, Ms. Arc, now we need to get your pulse. I’ll need to place the stethoscope on your upper chest now. Can you move your blouse slightly so I can place it on your skin near your heart?”

Arc flushed as she thought about loosening her blouse in front of these two men.

 

[Arcanyx]

Arc's fingers trembled as she loosened the buttons of her blouse, parting it to reveal the simple cotton bra she wore. She always chose cotton—anything else made her full tits look obscenely exaggerated, straining against lace or silk like a whore’s. Even a plain t-shirt on her body twisted into something slutty and X-rated. Now, as the blouse gaped open, she caught the two professionals eyeing her more-than-ample cleavage.

Hale pressed the cold stethoscope against her left tit. 'Breathe deep for me,' he instructed. As she inhaled sharply, the blouse betrayed her—a button popped free. Her pink cotton bra came fully into view, the thin material doing nothing to hide the dark shadows of her big areolas.

Hale's fingers brushed dangerously close to those, as he adjusted the stethoscope, sending a shiver through her. He chuckled, 'No need to worry,' he said. 'Given the nature of this experiment, nudity will soon be common for you.'

Arc's gaze shifted to the Professor, watching his nostrils flare, his composure cracking. Her eyes ventured lower, to the bulge in his pants. Images flooded her mind: the two men claiming her roughly, just like the medieval smut magazine that was given to her. Thoughts of their hands pinning her down, cocks thrusting deep into her while she moaned, filtered in her foggy head.

The Professor rose abruptly, 'Let's move to the spa room,' he said, gesturing for them to follow. The space was smaller, almost like a jail cell with its dim lighting and enclosed walls, but it carried spa-like vibes. A single bed, its sheets crisp stood proud and centre.

'Face the wall,' the Professor commanded, and Arc obeyed without hesitation. A blindfold slipped over her eyes next. She complied to everything, maybe it was the new test drug coursing through her veins, making her skin tingle and her pussy ache with unfamiliar heat.

She heard the two men whispering behind her, their voices a low murmur she couldn't quite understand….