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that this was going to be a series of trials designed to assess their responses to certain sexual stimuli. Furthermore, they would have no control regarding the type or application of the stimuli, or its duration. Everybody read all the contracts and everybody signed without a murmur.
     
    The ride to Herefordshire was in the back of a limousine that could easily accommodate the five women and, egged on by Sarah, the girls were encouraged to chat about their lives. Rosa, the black girl, was born in the UK and came from a well off family who lived in Leicester. She’d had a private education and had completed the first part of her training to become a doctor. Laura came from Edinburgh and had completed her education at Edinburgh University studying music. She’d been accepted by a Northern Orchestra to play fourth violin. Nita had come to England from Mumbai when she was fourteen and lived with an uncle; her parents were still back in India. She hadn’t been to university, but was obviously well schooled back in India because her accent was refined and she carried herself with poise. She’d done some modelling work and was hopeful of more. Sarah said that Ian started the company eight years previously, and the outlook was rosy; sales were booming and the new lines should see them break through into the premier end of the business where the opportunities were greater and the profits were bigger.
     
    The ‘country facility’, when they arrived, was a small, private country estate in about a hundred acres of pastures and woodland. It was an old, Victorian house with a large conservatory, an orangery, walled vegetable garden, and fishing lake; all very tranquil. There were four maids, a butler, a cook, some garden staff, and two technicians to help Mike conduct the trials. The girls were shown to their rooms, large bedrooms with large four poster beds and en suite bathrooms, and invited to join Sarah, Mike and the technicians for lunch in the dining room. Claire couldn’t believe this was happening to her. One moment she was in a crumby little bed sit in London and the next she was living in luxury on an estate in Hereford; it was like one of her dreams. But she knew that after lunch, the dreams would take on a different and surreal character as the trials begun.
     
    Nita and Laura were each allocated a technician, Rosa got Sarah, which left Mike responsible for Claire. Claire blushed and looked away when the pairings were announced and then each pair disappeared to prepare for the start of the trials. Claire followed Mike along a corridor and into a smaller room with large windows over looking the gardens.
     
    He looked at her with those surreal eyes and said “Please remove all of your clothes.”
     
    The request was so sudden that Claire froze, eventually managing to mumble “Oh! Ummm, shouldn’t there be a lady present?”
     
    Mike looked amused. “Claire. If you’re concerned about that at this stage, you’re going to be quite uncomfortable for the rest of the trials.”
     
    Of course, when she thought about it, Claire must have been expecting it, but it still came as a shock. She stood open mouthed looking at Mike, who just looked back and said nothing more. Claire mentally shook herself and removed her jacket, her blouse, her skirt and her shoes. Then, wearing the silk lingerie that she’d bought for herself, including the suspender belt and lacy stockings, she looked again at Mike. Mike still said nothing, so Claire slowly and carefully removed the rest. She stood rather self-consciously before Mike with her hands held loosely in front of her pubis and her nipples beginning to harden. They were large nipples, nipples you’re only supposed to have after you’ve breast fed an infant for perhaps a year or two, but Claire was blessed with them now.
     
    “The first task is to remove the body hair from your mons. I’ll use an epilator so it’ll take a while to grow back. Please lay on the bench.” It