Institutional Review Board

Institutional Review Board
sammy_808@live.com
http://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/p/my-stories.html

i know this is similar to other stories, even ones i've written, but i want more fiction like this, so if i have to write it, i guess i'll do that.

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Sammy sat down in the chair facing the blank faced panel.  Dr. Barrows was at her own table to her right, forming the base of the "U" shaped assembly.

"Great to see you, Miss," said the elderly man at the center of the panel.  Sammy felt her mouth dry up, realizing that she was going to need to speak, but unsure what the right responses were.

"Um, thanks, I'm hoping we can get this all sorted out," she replied, inwardly cringing at the sound of her tongue unsticking from the top of her mouth as she said it.

The man continued as if he hadn't heard it.  "Now I'm sure you've had ample time to read over the protocols and details that Dr. Barrows supplied you with."

Sammy tried to keep from flushing as she thought about the stack of binders she had immediately turned into a makeshift table to eat the takeout she had picked up on the way home from that interview.  "Yeah, of course.  I mean, there's a lot of pages there, so I'm not sure I fully understand all the details," she began to ramble, constantly wishing she could make herself stop talking.

One of the other panel members interrupted her, "Yes, it's a complicated plan, so I'm sure you can see why we wanted to bring you in before we approve Dr. Barrows' project."

"Oh, yeah, of course," Sammy agreed.

"We're thinking a single month is all we're comfortable with right now."

"Oh, that's," Sammy paused, wondering what kind of lab assistant only works for one month.  "I was hoping for a longer term period.  Like a year?"  Seeing the faces of the panel members darken, she tried to dial back.  "Six months?"  Sammy could feel Dr. Barrows staring into her soul.  "Three?"

The first man started again, "While we admire your...dedication to the project, we still think that a provisional month is all we can do.  If, at the end of that time period, you and Dr. Barrows are still interested in moving forward, and are happy with the arrangement, then," he paused while looking through some files.  He turned to whisper to the lady next to him, "Barrows has thirty-six months still on this grant?  We cannot approve that!"  Hearing the faint echo of his words, he closed the file folder.  "Well.  Let's see how we all feel after this first month.  Who knows, maybe you'll be begging to leave at that point."

The board then talked to Dr. Barrows quickly, asking for a some clerical details that Sammy quickly spaced out instead of listening to.  They all stood around to sign the final agreement, and after the sixth copy that Sammy had to initial every paragraph and sign each page, her arm was worn out.

"So...we're all done, right?  When do I start?"  Again, the board members looked up at her with horror on their faces.  "I mean, it's not like I have any other jobs to do or anything else that would get in the way.  Tomorrow?"  Sammy thought back to earlier that morning, when the landlord had screamed at her as she left her apartment.  Only after assuring him that she was dressed up for a job interview, and that she was sure to get the position, and that she'd pay him as soon as possible had he calmed down.

"If you're this interested, why not head directly to my lab now?" Dr. Barrows replied.

"Oh, that'd be great!  We don't need to wait for them?" Sammy asked, looking at the board members.

"No, Miss, we've now officially approved, so you don't need to worry about us until next month.  Dr. Barrows has all the authority she needs in her copy of the paperwork, and your copy confirms that you consent."

"Yeah, ok, that makes sense," said Sammy, to whom this made no sense.

"Come on, you can ride in my car," Dr. Barrows said, jingling her keys.

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Fifteen minutes later, they were riding down an elevator after passing through three different keycard-locked doors.  "So, do I get a set of keycards, too?"

Dr. Barrows stared at Sammy with a completely blank expression before breaking into heavy laughter.  "Oh, I was not expecting that kind of joke from you, Samantha.  You've always seemed a bit timid, so it just struck me as out of character."

Breaking into a smile, Sammy replied, "Yeah, no, I figured we're going to be working together, there's no reason to be super formal, right?"

"That's completely true, Samantha, and I'm glad you see it that way."

"Sammy, please.  Samantha always feels odd, Dr. Barrows."

"Annette will work for me just fine, then.  We have a long month ahead of us."

The elevator finally reached their floor, and the doors opened to reveal a blank concrete hallway.  They left the elevator, their footsteps echoing off the undressed walls.  "It's like a maze down here," Sammy whispered after they had taken number of turns at branches in the hallway.

"It's something about maximal efficiency.  Plus it doesn't help that due to privacy concerns and stolen research, they can't label any of the rooms with the associated group or project.  I'm pretty sure it's nonsense, but this is the lab space I ended up with.  One benefit is that there's a lot of storage available, which wouldn't have been the case if I'd demanded a regular lab.  In any case, here we are."  Dr. Barrows swiped another keycard, and then ran her thumb over a fingerprint reader.  "A lot of this is nonsense too.  I think you can clone these cards with a cellphone, and these fingerprint scanners can be fooled without much trouble either."

"Good thing you don't keep anything valuable down here," Sammy offered.

Annette laughed again.  "Yep.  Exactly."  She opened the door, flipped on the lights, revealing a boring concrete box of a room, matching the drab hallway.  "If you want to go over there and get changed, I'll start preparing," she pointed to one corner, where a medical privacy screen was set up to make a small room.

"Oh, yeah, makes sense that there'd be a uniform," Sammy shared a giggle with Annette as she walked over.  She stepped behind the screen, seeing only a short file cabinet with a jar on top, and a large black mass on a hanger attached to a thick bolt that had been driven into the wall.  Sammy opened the file cabinet, which was empty except for a box of kleenex.

"Just tuck your clothes in the top drawer, and you can put your shoes into the bottom one.  I'll take them to get laundered before you need them again."  Dr. Barrows called from across the room.

"Sure, sounds great!" Sammy replied, eyes widening as she stripped down to her underwear.  She picked up the hanger, and attempted to make sense of the thin rubber that she had pulled off.  She stared at it, seeing the rubber bulge with a spiderweb of wires that seemed to run all over.  "Um...I don't quite know how this works?" Sammy said after turning it over for five minutes.

"It's the base suit," Dr. Barrows replied, "Just follow the instructions I gave you: lube the inside thoroughly, then slide in through the opening."

Sammy was beginning to wish she had read the documents she had ignored, assuming she'd be able to get some on-the-job training.  She sat the suit on the still-open cabinet drawer, then unscrewed the jar.  A quick poke made her realize this was the lube, and she poured a glob into each of the suit legs.  She rubbed the material together to spread it over the inside, and when it felt coated, she slid her left leg inside, and eased it through the goop covered rubber.  When her foot reached the bottom, she silently cursed, realizing she had the suit backwards, as the molded foot bent the wrong way.  She pulled her leg back out, tried to balance on one foot as she spun the suit, and then collapsed in a heap as she lost her balance and her lubricated foot slid across the concrete.

Sammy could hear Dr. Barrows walking quickly towards her, and tried to cram both of her legs into their correct slots.  The footsteps stopped, and she looked up to see Dr. Barrows towering overhead.  "Do you need help, Sammy?" she asked like she was talking to a child.

"Yes, please," Sammy replied.  Dr. Barrows quickly smoothed the suit out, massaging Sammy's toes into their separate slots.  She helped Sammy stand up again, and pulled on the suit to ensure it wrapped her legs tightly.

"Um, those aren't going to work, Sammy," Dr. Barrows said, pointing at Sammy's panties.  "It's a bit late now, but there's not much to be done about it."  She walked over to a workbench nearby, returning with a large pair of scissors.  With two quick snips, she had severed the cloth at Sammy's sides, and pulled it free with a quick tug.  She tossed the ruined cloth towards a trash can by the workbench, falling slightly short, putting the slightly stained crotch right on the rim.

"You're going to have to bend over to get the top on.  That's going to make a mess of your hair, sliding through all that lube.  Should we just?" Dr. Barrows trailed off, using two fingers to scrape across her opposite hand.

Not wanting to mess up again, Sammy responded with a simple, "You know best, right?"

"Ok, then.  Follow me.  And please take high steps so as not to drag the suit across the concrete.  I ordered some rugs for this part, but they haven't arrived yet."  She led Sammy to a wash basin, and she directed her to bend her head over the wide bottom.  There was a quick buzzing, and Sammy watched as Dr. Barrows quickly shaved her head.  When the electric razor finished, she lathered Sammy's pale scalp and efficiently scraped a straight razor to finish the job.  "Might as well catch this now," she said, wiping the hair from between her legs with a couple fast strokes.

Sammy shivered as the cold steel slid over her slit, beginning to realize that something was up with this job.  "Is this an every day thing?  I hope I'll be used to it by the end of the month," she thought to herself.

Dr. Barrows led her back towards the screen, gently scolding, "Higher please, we'll be delayed months if I need to rebuild the suit because you scraped it on something."  She folded the screen against the wall, giving Sammy a shrug.  "Seems a bit silly now, doesn't it?"

"Yeah.  Maybe I can just lube myself up, and then slip in?"

"That sounds good.  Don't forget this though," Dr. Barrows tugged at one bra strap.

"Gotcha," Sammy replied, undoing the clasp and shrugging it off.  She then grabbed handfuls of lube, and started to massage it over her arms and chest.  She flailed her arms across her back, aided when Dr. Barrows poured a bit more lube down the back of her head onto her back.  When she felt fully greased up, she bent over to wiggle her arms into the narrow gap.

"Deep breath," Dr. Barrows said as she helped stretch the opening over Sammy's head, plunging her into darkness, and wrapping her face in an airtight mask.  She struggled, pushing her hands further down the suit's arms.  As her air ran out, she began to panic, and it felt like Dr. Barrows was fighting her efforts to get out.  Suddenly, with a painful squishing of her head and face, she popped out of the neck hole.  "Going that way is a little bit like being reborn, isn't it?  That's one of the reasons warming up the neck with water so it'll stretch more is listed as an option in chapter 27.  I had thought at your size that you could probably go in that way too.  Shall we get started on the next part while you're still lubed up?"

"Be a shame to waste it," Sammy said, trying to hide the fact that she had no idea what was going on at this point.

"That's the spirit.  You really are dedicated."

"I just want to give my best here."

"Stay here, I'll go grab the helmet and the protective boots.  They're not completely safe when the suit is loose."  Sammy stood still, feeling the lube and her sweat cooling on her bare head.  Dr. Barrows returned soon afterwards, with two black plastic rods and a small bundle of additional rubber.  "Lights out time, I'm afraid," Dr. Barrows said as she dropped the rods and started to stretch the neck hole of the "helmet" out.  As it slid over Sammy's scalp, two sharp bits scraped her.  As Dr. Barrows smoothed the mask over Sammy's face, Sammy fiddled with the sharp bits until two earphones popped into her ears.  Her mouth and chin were left uncovered, and she stretched her jaw, feeling the opening slip as she did so.  "I'll seal that, then sit back on the cabinet."  Sammy felt Dr. Barrows tugging a thin membrane from around the neck line of the mask, then quickly squeezed it to the neck of the suit.

"Hey, no choking me!" Sammy said, making some fake gagging sounds.

"This needs to stick tightly to fuse, so just tell me if it's too hard."

"No, you're fine, it's just you having your hands around my neck made me think of it."

"Ok, I think it's set, lean back."  Sammy followed her instruction, and felt something hard pushed against her left shin.  It was long, and forced Sammy's foot into a pointed position.  As it was pushed upwards, Sammy's toes fell into shallow grooves, and a hard plastic base pressed against her sole.  There was a loud "SNAP!" as the rear was pushed forward, locking the boot around Sammy's ankle and lower calf.  The process was repeated, and then Dr. Barrows helped Sammy to stand up.  She wobbled unsteadily, but with the hand around her waist guiding her, she was able to traverse the room until she was spun around and felt a table behind her to sit on.

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"Almost done now," Dr. Barrows said as she helped Sammy lie down on the table.  "Top or bottom first?"

"Um..." Sammy tried to consider, settling quickly on "Top?"

"Great!  Open wide, then,"  Sammy complied, and then tasted mint as a spray misted into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she hummed.

"Stay open," Dr. Barrows said sharply, causing Sammy to open even wider.  She then felt a soft silicone tube push into her mouth, then continue into her throat.  "Breathe for me," she heard as she felt her neck spasming.  Her nose felt closed, but she realized she could pull air through the tube.  The gag continued deeper, before a small V-shaped scoop lifted her tongue into a small channel, flattening it.  "Now bite down," Dr. Barrows said, and as Sammy did so, her teeth fit into a bite shaped depression.  As her throat calmed as the intruder refused to budge, she felt a network of straps criss-cross her head as here gag was buckled into place.

While still trying to adjust to the gag, feeling how it filled her so completely, she felt a tickle in her left nostril.  She shook her head until a hand gripped her jaw tightly.  "We're almost done, I want to get these inserted quickly."  Sammy thought it felt like a mile of tube had been inserted into her nose, followed by the feeling of bloating as a retaining balloon inflated deep in her stomach.  The tube was tugged to ensure it was secure, and then a small bit of putty was used to seal her other nostril completely.

"Bottom time now," Sammy heard very close to her ear.  This is even more uncomfortable, so I'm going to strap your ankles while I do it."  True to her word, Sammy's legs were spread, and two thick straps held them in place.  Her anus was quickly lubricated, followed by a thick pointed device.  More balloons inflated inside and out kept it in position and forced Sammy's asshole to feel stretched open.  Dr. Barrows wiggled it around a bit to test the seal, followed by a few more puffs to make it tighter.

"What have I gotten into?" Sammy asked herself as she felt her labia spread open.  She jerked as a small pinch indicated her bladder was not safe from the preparations either.  It felt weird to have no control, and as her urine drained out, some of the freed space was consumed by the balloon holding the catheter in place.

"Final step," Dr. Barrows whispered to herself, pulling the dildo from it's protective bag.  She rubbed it with lube, and with a small twist, slid it into Sammy.  Sammy felt it spread her open, then felt as a wider bulge pushed against her lips.  She involuntarily contracted her muscles, but eventually the constant pressure won out, and with a rough gasp through her breathing tube, the dildo settled into place.

The straps holding her legs apart were released, and a new one wrapped around her knees.  "Test, test.  Sammy, raise your hand if you can hear me," Dr. Barrows said through the earphones.  Sammy raised both hands, feeling a gentle squeeze as her right hand found another.  "Great, you're doing marvelously.  I need to prep one thing, then I'm going to need to you to walk over with me, keeping everything in place, ok?"  Sammy gave her double thumbs up, resigned to whatever treatment she was in for.  A few minutes passed, and then the hand was back, helping her to slide to the edge and onto her feet.  She felt heavy, with all of the devices crammed into her body, and the gag made her unconsciously tilt her head to look at the ceiling.

Dr. Barrows helped her settle onto her back, and the strap around her knees was removed.  She felt something slide over her feet, and the temperature change made her realize that she was being covered in another layer of lubricated material.  Her boots slid through two leg holes, which were sewn together to prevent her legs from moving independently.  As the fabric continued up, she felt a padded foam base push up against her crotch.  The sudden chilly ooze made her shiver, but she allowed her arms to be guided into two sleeves sewn into the side of the suit.  When her hands reached the end of the sleeves, she found three finger slots, and pushed her thumb in one, and two fingers in each of the others.  Other foam pads pushed into her armpits, and then the fabric was pulled tight around her neck, sealing her in from chin down.  She felt Dr. Barrows fiddling with the devices stuffed inside her, followed by a bag pulling down over her head as well.

Dr. Barrows looked down at her test subject, lying on the floor in the loose outer suit.  Starting again at Sammy's feet, she tightened a series of velcro straps across the front, pulling the sleepsack tight against her body.  She checked the containment case was ready, pouring half of the remaining fluid from the bucket the sleep sack had been soaking in into the bottom.  She picked up the controller, softly saying, "I need to move you now, Sammy" into the microphone.

Changing gloves, she shimmied Sammy's body over the edge of the containment case, letting her push the fluid up the sides.  She adjusted the ends of Sammy's boots, finding their locking pins and clicking them into place.  She arranged the neck corset built into the back of the case before buckling it tightly closed.  A small lever on the side of the corset was then flicked a few times, ratcheting the corset connection further up, straining Sammy's neck.

Ten minutes later, all of the connections had been attached to their respective ports, and Dr. Barrows dumped the remainder of the bucket over Sammy's top.  She closed the top of the case, ensuring the pins in the top of the case entered their matching holes cleanly.  After inspecting the rubber gasket that the pins held in place, she gave a sharp push, pushing teeth on the pins past the spring loaded lock mechanism.  She pulled the pressure gun from the workbench, and began to inject more of the slow setting glue into the case with Sammy.

"Final connections and interment," Dr. Barrows narrated to herself.  She wheeled the steel pipe "suspension mechanism" from it's storage location against a wall with a dolly, dropping it over Sammy's containment case.  Lifting Sammy's feet first, she clipped steel cables to both the case and the pipes, repeating the process with Sammy's head.  Four more cables were attached down her sides, before Sammy was wheeled to the "test facility.

Pushing the pry bar into the thin gutter in the floor by the wall, Dr. Barrows lifted the wall plate up, letting the rounded back slide the heavy concrete slab onto the floor.  This left a two feet by two feet square in the wall, through which she slid Sammy and her suspension frame into the seven feet deep tomb in the wall.  She collected the cables, and made sure they were all connected to their appropriate ports on a metal panel on the left wall.  Finally, the pry bar was used to lever the wall plate back into place.

"Damn, I hoped to be done earlier than this," Dr. Barrows said as she checked the clock.  When she logged into her computer, a window had popped up noting that "Test Subject Umbilicals Detected."  Clicking through, she set a few options, popped open a calculator to do the math, then typed 2,592,000 into the "Duration" field.  The "Confirm" button turned red, then changed to a green "Run" button as she clicked the first time, then to a gray "Active" button after the second click.  She locked the screen, committed herself to cleaning things up tomorrow morning, then turned off the lights and left the lab.

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Sammy wiggled in the case, somewhat concerned that the sleep sack encasing her was becoming more and more difficult to slide around in, as if the lube had dried up.  Her calves were beginning to ache from the position her feet were in, but she was starting to doubt that would be fixed anytime soon.

"Greetings!" said Dr. Barrow's voice through the headphones.  "Thank you very much for volunteering to test the efficiency of this machine and its protocols.  We are hoping to use these devices for a number of tasks, including substance abuse dependence, criminal recidivism, some mental health issues, and privately, just between the two of us, for reinforcement of fetishes and mental training.

"Let me quickly go through our control processes.  Your breathing can be modified to any degree, either through the introduction of anoxic gasses, as I have been doing for the last five seconds, or by ending all flow entirely, as I will do for the next fifteen seconds."  Sammy's lungs struggled against the lack of flow through her gag, and as she fought, she could feel she had little range of motion.  "Do not worry, however, you can also be supplied with concentrated oxygen and have your lungs inflated and deflated automatically.

"Your bladder is controlled via your catheter, which will usually continually drain you to check your nutritional situation.  This can be halted for punishment purposes, or even used to pump liquids back inside you.  Similarly the tube in your rear allows for both retention and continuous enemas.  We will be investigating this as a source of nutrition in the future, but that is not yet functional.

"Your water and nutrient consumption is supplied through the stomach tube, saving you all the effort of choosing what to eat, and then chewing it yourself.  Although this can be modified in a number of ways, you will generally receive a saline solution and a sugar paste.  Again, in a fetish environment, the results of your catheter and enema can be redirected in this way, depending on the settings selected.

"Your base suit is filled with a network of sensors to measure your general well being.  It is also able to function as a transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation system, ensuring healthy muscles.  Of course, this can be adjusted to yield painful stimuli, as can built in shock points.  Unfortunately, this must be tested as part of the current program, so I apologize in advance for the discomfort.

"Finally, you will be subjected to these audio messages.  By combining these messages with sensors monitoring your brain, I will be able to tell how well the program is operating, and can modify your conditioning as needed."

Sammy no longer thought this was a good way to make her rent, and would have given anything to be able to get free.  She couldn't believe she had tried to push for a year of this.

"I hope you enjoy your first treatment, Samantha.  I don't want to give away too many secrets of my plans, but let's just note that this," the voice paused as Sammy felt her pee drain out, "and this," a few seconds passed before Sammy felt something warm pass through the tube in her nose, "are related."  Sammy's brain squirmed as she understood the implications.

"Now, please mentally repeat after me:  I am a slave, and I belong to Doctor Annette Barrows.  I want nothing more than to be trained as she sees fit, and want to be punished until I perform correctly.  I am her sex toy, her toilet, and her subservient bitch."  The voice slightly changed, and Sammy realized that the next sentence must have been recorded today, "I will assist in long term training.  I will demand six months."

Sammy felt a bit woozy as the drug that her piss had been laced with battered her brain's defenses.  She started to slowly repeat the sentences as they drilled into her.

"I am a slave, and I belong to Doctor Annette Barrows.  I want nothing more than to be trained as she sees fit, and want to be punished until I perform correctly.  I am her sex toy, her toilet, and her subservient bitch.  I will assist in long term training.  I will demand six months.  I am a slave, and I belong to Doctor Annette Barrows.  I want nothing more than to be trained as she sees fit, and want to be punished until I perform correctly.  I am her sex toy, her toilet, and her subservient bitch.  I will assist in long term training.  I will demand six months.  I am a ..."

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Institutional Review Board

sammy_808@live.com

http://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/p/my-stories.html