Chapter 1

My friends call me Penelope and my job is very simple, to get people high.

I’m playing a game of cat and mouse with the governments of the world. They ban MDMA so I take to my lab and create an alternative, for example Mephedrone. And for a while it’s popular and we sell a tonne of it through legal channels. Then the governments catch up and ban it so I move on to the next best thing.

Being a professor of experimental immunochemistry wasn’t for me, the pressure to publish, the whiny students, the marking. After my episode it was easy to take to this work, and this is easy work. You simply take a well known compound and modify some of its structure while trying to keep the functional groups intact. Everything is simple when you know how to do it.

There’s only one real danger, and that is that I’m the first to test the compounds. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I’d never sell anything I wouldn’t try myself. However you’d be surprised how much difference adding a single electron can make to the effect. Something euphoric can become barbaric, hellish. Still I’m not worried, I can start with small doses and work my way up.

That’s what I’m thinking as I’m mixing the white powder into a glass of water in the lab and drinking it down. It has that bitter chemical taste which I’m extremely used to now. I wait about thirty minutes while writing up my notes and nothing happens, not even a light buzz, which is frustrating, irritating.

I decide to clock off for the day, I head upstairs and flop down on my bed, one of the advantages of having a lab in the basement is not having to commute. I feel annoyed at having had another failure, I need to find something soon, something a bit special. My hand drifts down and starts to run gently up and down my thigh.

I sigh and think about the last time I was fucked. At the university mixer I’d been staring at the waiter all night. You could see his rippling muscles bulging under his tight uniform, he was probably on one of the university sports teams. I’d asked him for more drinks than I should, just to get close to him. I stumbled into his arms deliberately, he caught me. I asked him to help me up to my room, he looked around, unsure.

Well he wasn’t unsure when I lifted myself up on the bathroom counter top, raised my legs and slid my panties to the side. He moved in gently, softly, just how I liked. I had always adored gentle and caring touches. I think he liked the fact that I was older and on the faculty, he liked to bring me down, to get a chance to fuck a dignified, professional, woman like me. His hard cock had torn my mind to pieces, I made him go slow, softly in and out of me, as rock solid as a piece of wood.

As I lay on my bed and fingered the outside of my pussy I replay that moment again, the way his hands grabbed onto my legs, the way he stepped forward, into position to thrust, how he was so caring. My pussy is throbbing now, my clit is hard and needy, demanding to be touched. I haven’t been this aroused in a long time. I slide one finger in, god it feels so good! The pulsing sensations start to spread up my spine and into my head and I arch my back and moan.

I squirt. And when I am done writhing I am surprised to see a big puddle on the bed between my legs and down onto the floor. I haven’t ever squirted before, I haven’t ever lost my mind quite like that, it felt so good, so relieving, so much has been pent up inside me that to let it out feels amazing.

I think about getting some dinner. I wonder about ordering pizza or making a salad and while I am still deciding what to get I realise my hand is back on my pussy again, my finger rubbing up and down on my needy clit. Am I going again? I rub faster, harder, quickly moving down and sliding two fingers in and up to rest on the distinctive texture of my g-spot. I guess I am. This is a surprise but fuck it, I don’t care, lets wreck this duvet.

Chapter 2

I have a rule that whenever I try a new drug I won’t try it again for a week. I have to really make sure it’s out of my system to set a new baseline for the next trial.

Taking random drugs is pretty stupid, I should probably find a way out of this life. Though something inside me loves that I am on the edge. Ten thousand people might have a life changing experience on a new chemical and I am the first. I am the adventurer who goes deep into the chemical jungle to find vibrant and exotic blooms, and sure there are risks, but a life without enough risk is a dry old husk.

I realise as I’m sitting at the lab bench waiting for the centrifuge to spin that I’m running my middle finger gently up and down the inside of my thigh. Would it really be so bad to take a little more of the drug now? I think about last night and how I gushed, my pussy pulses thinking about it. I’ve been so careful, is there really an issue just to take a little more?

I take a decent dose dissolved in a glass of water and head upstairs. I lay a towel down this time, just in case, and stack the pillows to make a lovely, soft, slope to snuggle into. I’m just starting to take off my clothes when I hear a key in the lock and the door opens, I freeze, what the fuck?

“Pen, where are you? Are you ready?”

Fuck where’s my phone? I must have left it in the lab. Oh and of course I’m meant to be going out tonight with Nikki and Pam, fuck, why did I give them a key? I could have pretended I was out or busy with work or something but now there’s footsteps and laughter on the stairs.

I try to explain, I try to wriggle and twist my way out of it, I don’t want to go out, I can’t go out, I just need a night in, there’s so many reasons. Unfortunately many poor reasons are less convincing than one good one and soon I’m dressed and totterring out in heels which are far too high. I’ll stay out for a bit and get home early.

When we get to the bar I’m starting to feel pretty good. They are right it has been a while since we talked and the gossip about Nikki’s fling with her boss at work is interesting and oh my god I really can’t believe he said that! In the breakroom in front of everyone!

There are some cute guys in this bar too, this is a nice place with cocktails and gentle lighting and it’s not too loud, coming out wasn’t such a bad idea I guess.

I start to twist and squirm in my seat, my pussy wants attention. I try to tell her no, to tell her to go back to sleep until we get home when I can give her a good seeing too. She likes the sound of that and she won’t wait and she starts pleading with me in that incredibly convincing language only she knows how to speak.

At the bar I get talking to a guy, he seems ok, nice hair and eyes and a smile. He doesn’t back down when I make fun of him either. I never talk dirty but I start talking dirty. I ask if he’s ever fucked someone in the disabled bathroom of a bar. He tells me no, I ask him if he’d like to.

We do a little routine with the barman to pretend I have a complex and urgent medical issue which requires the additional space of the disabled bathroom. He smiles and knows what’s up and he doesn’t care, he gives us the key because he thinks it’s funny.

When we’re in there my guy starts trying to kiss me. But I don’t want any of that vanilla shit. I kneel down and feel the outline of his cock in his trousers, thank fuck it’s big, I need to be wrecked. My panties are soaked.

I flop his cock out and immediately start kissing and caressing it. It gets hard in my mouth and I start pushing it deeper, bobbing up and down on it. I try to take the whole thing, I can’t quite, I gag on it. He moans and bucks when I do so I force it right into my fucking whore throat over and over, gagging and sputtering, spit running down my chin and onto my dress. I slide my fingers into my panties and rub my pussy who weeps with thankfulness at even the slightest touch.

I lift myself up onto the bathroom counter top, drop my panties and raise my legs. “Now I want you to fuck me hard, in the ass.” He puts a condom and a little packet of lube on his cock. I urge him to hurry with desperate little moans, I don’t know where they’re coming from but there’s a lot of them there.

He’s careful when the tip of his cock is pressed against my asshole. I grab his nipple and twist it, a grimace of pain goes across his face and a fire lights in his eyes. He thrusts inside me, I arch my back and give a profound moan, I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, I don’t know why I was so sure I wanted it, but I was, and I am, and I love it more than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I hit him, I scratch him, I bite him, anything to make him more mad, I want him to roughly fuck me. He grabs my hands and lifts them above my head and gives me all the force he can muster. I squirt on him and on myself, I cum over and over, I’m nothing but a moaning, mindless, whore.

I bite him one more time and in anger he pulls me down, throws me on the floor, pushes my head in the corner and goes back to fucking my ass. I love it, my pussy is oozing all down my leg, I don’t know what is happening other than I am lost in an intense, vast, white, space of incredible pleasure. My entire personality is obliterated in that moment, the only thing I want is cock, more cocks, I wish I had five guys fucking me, though this guy is pretty good.

He pulls out, takes off the condom and cums all over my back. I fall to the floor and he slumps down on the toilet. I just lie there, panting, happy, still a little horny. He nurses the bites and scratches on his chest, he asks if I’m ok, if I need any help or care. I don’t feel done, I don’t want to be looked after, I just wish another, rougher, man would walk in right now and plough me.

He helps me up and we clean up as best we can. My dress is totally wrecked, covered in fluids front and back. I sigh and look in the mirror at my ruined makeup which is streaked down my face.

He lends me his jacket so I can walk to the taxi. I text my friends to say I’ve met someone and I’m going home. I don’t let him come with me.

Chapter 3

The next morning I wake up, still in my dress, and the sight of the jacket next to me on the bed brings it all rushing back. What the fuck am I doing?

Ok, new rules. No more of that fucking drug. Sure it feels amazing but I don’t want to just be whoring it up all over town. And certainly no more going out while I’m on it, I’m a liability when I’m that horny it seems, I bite my lip thinking about how naughty I’ve been.

In the shower I can feel something a little different about my pussy, it’s a little puffier, a little swollen. I hope there isn’t anything wrong, it doesn’t feel bad though, it feels nice, I touch for a while.

I struggle through work for the day. I’m trying to investigate some new compounds and it’s actually quite hard to find a way of sitting on my lab stool such that there isn’t pressure on my clit. Any way I seem to put my legs either they press together or the stool presses up a bit from below. My attention is continually drawn to it.

In the middle of the afternoon I give up, go upstairs, get my favourite vibrator and have a long, gushing, session. I cum a whole bunch of times and kill a towel with my juices.

I don’t stop because I’m satisfied, I stop because I’m hungry and thirsty. I surf around looking for some food to order and end up on some sex toy websites, I order a few things before finding some takeout I want. The delivery guy is cute, I ask if he wants to come in, he laughs and leaves, assuming it was a joke, it wasn’t a joke. I’d have fucked him pretty hard.

The next night I call the guy to get his jacket back, he comes over and I taunt him. Not enough to make him genuinely feel bad and become timid, just enough to rile him up and make him mad. He fucks me hard and violently, I adore it, it’s not rough enough, I want him to pound me like a machine, like a wild animal.

Ok so fine I’m taking the drug now and then but I can stop anytime I want. I’m only carrying on because I want to and fuck I want to, I want more of it so much. I even poured some of the ingredients away down the sink to stop myself making more. Then I ordered more of those same ingredients.

Each night I use my new toys. I plug my ass with a big vibrating dildo and set it to full power. Then I stuff a big toy with a clit stimulator into my pussy and turn it to its maximum setting. I lose my mind and I lose track of time. It’s never enough, I always want more, I’m ravenous.

After a couple of weeks I’ve been on a bunch of dating apps and fucked a bunch of guys. I tell them to come back as much as they like, to be as rough as they like, to use me as nothing more than a cumbucket. None of them can keep up but between them they’re doing ok. My favourite is the drug dealer from down the street, he’s got tattoos and a wild look in his eye, he can really fuck.

I decide to take a break and don’t take the drug for a whole day. It’s hard though, really hard, and the horniness is still immense the next morning. My pussy is puffier and it aches almost continually now. I remember my friend Viggo at the university hospital, he’d told me that my new career was totally stupid and that I shouldn’t do it, testing drugs on myself was mad. And he told me if I ever got in trouble with what I was doing I could go and see him.

Chapter 4

“It’s not a tumour.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s new brain tissue, for example see here,” Viggo points to the MRI scan on the monitor, “around the amygdala and the hypothalamus, there’s specific areas that have become engorged. Those areas are also important in … um … sexuality and those changes in your brain might explain your … err … symptoms.”

“So if I stop taking the drug it’ll go back to normal right?”

“I’m not sure, I’ve never seen anything like this. I think obviously you should stop immediately, it’s causing significant changes in your brain. However this looks like well integrated, healthy brain tissue, so I’m not sure what the prognosis is.”

I feel a wave of panic wash over me, I can feel my heart pumping away in my chest, this could be permanent? I had no idea, I’ve been taking the drug a lot, I’ve got some in my bag right now, I dabbed a little on my gums before entering the office.

I also like the fear, the panic, how I’m wrecking my body. I slide into the arousal to escape, it feels nice. I was always a nice girl who followed the rules, this is just a bit of fun for now, I’m sure my brain will be fine, I guess. I look up at Viggo, he’s a middle aged academic and suddenly he looks good, those little flecks of white in his beard.

I sit forward in my chair and speak in a slightly breathier voice. “How do I handle it? I just get so aroused it’s almost impossible to control my wild, animal, impulses. My pussy is so swollen Viggo, would you like to see?” There’s a smile creeping across my face as I say this.

He blushes, hard. I’ve seen the way he looked at me when we used to work together. He shuffles, “no, no, it’s fine, I’ll take your word for it. I would suggest stopping taking the drug and monitoring the situation. Check yourself into rehab if you need more support, I can recommend some places if you like.”

“I’ve got a better idea, how about you fuck me right here, right now? That’ll help I think, the neediness decreases a little each time I get a good fuck.”

Viggo gulps and shuffles backwards. “Errrm ... I ...” he looks out the little window of his office into the corridor. He starts to sweat, I look at him right in the eyes, he looks away.

“Oh well,” I say cheekily, “that was your chance Viggo, it could have been fun.” He twitches nervously as I stand up and kiss his cheek. ”Thanks for your help and the scan. I’ll stop taking the drug and clean myself up, don’t worry about me.”

I walk out of his office and go straight to the bathroom and do a line of the drug off the top of one of the sinks, it’s so good. I look in the mirror, underneath the bright, fresh, rush there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Chapter 5

When I got home the drug dealer from up the street was sitting on my porch. He’d started talking to me one night as I was walking home, he was charming and polite, though also aggressive and predatory. I’d loved his vibe and had quickly asked him to come home with me, we’d fucked several times after that, he’d just drop in when he wanted some pussy and I always wanted his cock.

As I get out my car I flush with excitement to see him sitting there, I haven’t been fucked even once today and my pussy is dripping with anticipation. Everything is said with a look between us and he follows me in as I unlock the door.

Inside he grabs my shoulder and spins me round to face him and puts his hand on my throat.

“Now listen here you little fucking slut,” he growls right in my face. I immediately slip into soft and obedient subbyness, melting at his ferocity. “I’ve decided that you’re mine now, I’m going to dominate you, you belong to me, you do exactly what I fucking say, you’re going to be my obedient little whore. Do you understand?”

I gasp, I can barely speak, I want this so much, I feel such relief wash over me. This is what I need, someone to control me, I can feel my mind go calm for the first time in weeks. My sexuality is now so big and powerful it’s impossible for me to control it, I need to be a slave to a man strong enough to handle it for me.

“I said do you fucking understand?” he says, slapping me in the face.

“Yes, yes. Anything, I’ll do anything.” I sigh.

“Good girl.”

As he says that my whole mind floods with happiness and peace. I feel comfortable, relaxed, it’s all so easy. My whole mind is crumbling, submitting to this man, giving itself to him totally.

“Now lets fuck this lesson into you.” He turns me around and pushes me down over the table. I always wear dresses and skirts now to allow quicker access. He lifts the hem up and pulls down my panties. He presses his fat cock just outside of my asshole, I want it inside me so badly.

He grabs my hair and lifts my head up so he can speak right into my ear. “Do you fully submit you dirty little whore? Will you obey me completely?”

“Yesssss” I moan, so desperate with desire.

“Good.” He pushes my head down on to the table and fucks me in the ass, hard, big thrusts pounding inside me, the full weight of his body behind them. He shouts abuse at me and I can’t hear it, I’m just too lost in pleasure to think anymore, just a mindless whore being fucked into bliss.

I don’t know how long it is before he pulls out and throws me to the floor. He tells me to get on my knees but I can’t, I’m weak and shuddering. He cums all over me and spits on me. He gets down over me, right in my face, and is commanding me, firmly, “you are mine now, I claim you, you only exist to obey.”

Then he exhales and sits down on the floor next to me and strokes my hair, it’s so nice and gentle. A real surprise from him. After I’ve calmed down a bit I manage to ask his name, as I don’t even know. He just says “call me Master.”

Epilogue

Nikki, Pam and I huddle together in the padded box. It’s cramped but it helps so much having them there with me.

One night they’d come over while Master was there. I’d told him everything about my work and he was so happy to find I could make an unlimited supply of drugs for him to sell. I’d been happy to do it too, he kept a tight leash on me and it made me calm, pliable and attentive. On my own I was lost but with a cruel and strict Master life became easy again, all I had to do was serve.

He’d told the girls to take the drug. They asked me if it was a good idea, placing their genuine trust in my opinion. I knew they shouldn't. I wanted to tell them to run and not look back. However I couldn’t disobey Master, even in the slightest, so I told them yes, and they’d begun sliding down the slippery slope into slavery.

And so here we were. Locked in a padded box, bodies pressed tightly together, waiting. We don’t know what will happen next, when Master comes there could be beating, fucking, torment, service. We spend our days manufacturing drugs and sexually submitting to him and his friends to fuel his growing empire. Whatever it is he wants we’ll do it gladly, thankfully. Being submitted to someone stable is like having a north star, a central point around which our lives can revolve which keeps us calm and happy.

I sometimes think about how much this chemical is going to transform society, what sort of twisted dystopian cyberpunk world, raging with intense and overwhelming sexuality, will emerge from the simple act of me adding a few hydrocarbons to an already popular drug. But I guess that is another story.

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