"Human(e) Testing Laboratories, Unlimited"

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A possible future where animal rights are more valued than male 
rights. Lab animals are a thing of the past. A cosmetics company 
decides to use men to test their products. 

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“Human(e) Testing Laboratories, Unlimited”
A story by bladderboy


After the Animal Rights riots of 2005, clinical and industrial 
tests using animal subjects were outlawed in most civilized 
countries. Computer models were found to be faulty and had to be 
all but abandoned. For the cosmetics industry, it was a time of 
great concern. All manufacturers were liable for damages from 
health risks from their products, but could not use animals to test 
new preparations. Some went out of business. Others were taken over 
by overseas corporate giants out of bounds for federal regulators. 
Anastasia’s Secret, a very successful mail order and boutique 
chain, had an idea. Its Board of Directors was all women. In fact, 
even though the advertising message was all about women making 
themselves into sexual objects for men, the corporate ethic was to 
take over the male dominated industry and bring it to its knees. 
During a recent meeting, a plan was discussed in strictest silence. 
Corporate espionage was real threat. If they could keep the idea a 
secret, it would give them the advantage they had so long looked 
for. A key to the top share of the market.
Ilsa Kluntch, Vice President of Product Development, was put in 
charge of bringing this plan to fruition. She enlisted several mid-
level managers to assist her, all charged with the strictest 
secrecy. Their project was called ‘mansport’. It was alleged to 
outsiders that they were working on a new fragrance line. A budget 
was formulated and work was begun.
Ilsa flew to New York and then drove out to rural Connecticut to 
lease an old dairy. It had gone out of business several years ago 
and the out-of-state owners were happy to let it go. The nearest 
humans were at least 8 miles away, and the dairy itself was far off 
the road. An electrified 14’ fence was put up around the perimeter 
by out-of-state contractors. The main barn was in perfect shape 
with 2-foot thick masonry walls and clean stalls, electric milking 
machines, and all the milk processing clean-rooms. The loft of the 
barn was made into a very comfortable communal dwelling for the 9-
woman team. A separate outbuilding was fitted as a dormitory for 
additional staff. The work was done with such proficiency and 
secrecy that no locals were aware of new tenants in the dairy. The 
old locked gate betrayed no visible improvements from the road.

The rest of the team drove in from other areas and were completely 
moved in within a month’s time. Several old trucks and vans were 
purchased in other towns and driven to the dairy to be used for any 
nearby errands so as not to attract any attention. A liberal use of 
disguises by the women served to camouflage their existence in the 
area. Ilsa had set up a very advanced computer network. All phone 
calls were scrambled through the Internet using satellite phones 
only. Any UPS orders or shipments were picked up in a variety of 
other towns using the vans. All their tracks were wiped clean.

Month Two:  Emails and messages began to come in to the dairy 
headquarters in response to a series of discrete ads and messages 
Ilsa’s team had placed in various web rings and other sites. The 
women were now involved with screening applicants. They were 
looking for young men who had no ties to family, friends or the 
public at large. Men who were simply alone in the world. It was 
surprisingly easy. The ad read: “Wanted. Young, healthy men for 
dominant woman’s group. No drug/alcohol/tobacco users. Full time 
positions only. Be prepared to suffer!” They applied in droves, 
answering the ads in the hope of being dominated and abused by 
women. They were willing to undergo any indignity to find these 
conditions. But the applicants had to be in perfect health, so the 
next step was to order complete medical exams to be conducted in 
the respective cities of each applicant. Once these were reviewed, 
they had a list of over 150 prospects within 2 weeks! Of these, 25 
were selected to be the first group of test subjects for the 
project. Very discreet procedures were used to whisk the men to the 
lab. For the final 70 or so miles, they were drugged and driven in 
by van so they had no idea of the location of the facility. Clean 
but minimal rooms had been prepared for the first day of the 
subjects’ stay. Two military bunk beds, foot and wall lockers were 
all that was provided for each two-man room. But the real 
accommodations were waiting for them in the barn. 

It had been completely renovated, although the exterior betrayed no 
improvements. The central hallway ran over half the length of the 
140’ structure. To each side was a full-length hallway that 
separated it from offices, small labs, equipment rooms and storage 
rooms. The central bay was about 60’ wide and consisted of 
stainless steel stalls on either side. The stalls were each about 
6’ wide and opened out into the bay with either head slots, or 
metal stall doors with small access doors at roughly corresponding 
to the strategic areas of an upright human who might be restrained 
to the back of the door. Suspended far below the 16’ ceiling was a 
continuous steel beam to which was mounted a traveling trolley 
mounted with an electric hoist. The look of the facility reminded 
one of a well-equipped equine veterinary facility. The hoist chain 
held a kind of webbing sling for moving bodies. Each stall was 
equipped with a 6’ circular, revolving steel table with heavy 
rubber restraint straps and slots. An overhead trolley on a track 
ran the 7’ depth of the stalls. The stall doors consisted of steel 
bar frames with metal panels that could be repositioned in any of 
the openings. The panels had sliding lock-down devices that could 
hold an occupant’s head, arms, legs, and genitals or could be 
customized for other servicing. Each hold-down opening was lined 
with soft rubber gaskets that protected against damage from the 
metal. And each stall, as well as the central concourse, had floor 
drains. There was a hot and cold water connection in front of each 
stall. Quite a lot of other wall boxes and equipment was evident. 

As the first group of subjects was run through reception and given 
hospital smocks and slippers to wear, they were assigned to the 
rooms. Cameras mounted in the rooms reminded them of a general gag 
order not to talk with other subjects under pain of expulsion. The 
first night of their new life found them all sleeping soundly due 
to a sleeping formula hidden in their drinks. 

Day One - Test Lab:

The 25 subjects were led as a group into the new facility, chained 
together and restrained with leather arm and leg shackles and 
gagged. They had all been stripped, showered and disinfected, 
shaved of all body hair and given electrolysis to prevent any new 
hair from growing back. All had a series of enemas to completely 
clean their intestinal tract. They were led by a cadre of women 
attendants who wore severe, white lab outfits, but were also 
carrying equipment belts with tasers, pepper spray, batons and 
whips as well as walkie-talkies. The expressions on the subjects’ 
faces were of bewilderment and fear. They were no more than cattle 
and guinea pigs now and they knew it.

Each was led to a stall and separated from the chain. An attendant 
at each stall helped the subject into a particular configuration of 
restraints for that experiment or study. Some were made to lie on 
the circular table either prone or supine and were affixed to the 
table by means of the rubber straps. Others were made to stand 
inside the stall facing the door while adjustments were made to the 
metal panels. They were usually made to stick their head and 
genitals out through trap doors, which were locked, back in place 
against the appendage. A head harness pulled their head firmly 
against the metal, preventing any movement. A few were wheeled up 
to the door on their round tables, and their heads were pushed 
through the trap door and secured. All clothing was removed and 
their genitals were fastened to various devices that held them away 
from their bodies in traction. A series of 10 subjects along one 
row all had their genitals and heads protruding from the stall 
doors at exactly the same height.
One subject attempted to escape from his attendants as he was being 
moved to the stall. A brief scuffle ensued before one attendant 
simply held him in a submission hold while another zapped him in 
the groin with her tazer. He fell limp and was easily dragged into 
the stall where he was fitted into the suspension harness and 
hoisted in the air. His legs were strapped onto an articulating 
aluminum frame that stretched them out into an approximate split 
and held his arms straight out beyond his head. He was gently 
swaying in a horizontal position and his testicles were closed into 
a metal cage that locked down on the scrotum neck. This was hooked 
to an eyebolt on the floor and the hoist was raised slightly until 
his scrotum began to stretch like rubber. The attendant stopped the 
hoist when the scrotum was stretched about 9” from his body and his 
testicles seemed strangled by the cage. There were so many 
restraints along his body, arms, legs and head that he could only 
twitch and tense. It appeared that he was about to vomit from the 
strain to his abdomen, so the attendant made ready to remove the 
cover from his gag and stood by with a hose handy. She hosed him 
down with very cold water to prevent the vomiting. A loudspeaker 
crackled and a woman’s voice boomed with authority:
“SUBJECT 17 WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO ATTEMPT TO RESIST. THERE WILL BE 
NO RESISTANCE! THE SLIGHTEST SLUGGISHNESS AT ANY COMMAND WILL BE 
IMMEDIATELY AND SEVERELY DEALT WITH. SUBJECT 17 IS NOW LEARNING 
THAT HIS SITUATION IS FAR WORSE THAT HAD HE SUBMITTED FULLY TO THE 
ATTENDANTS. YOU ALL HAVE GIVEN UP ANY RIGHTS AS HUMANS. YOU ARE NOW 
TEST ANIMALS IN A RESEARCH LABORATORY. NOTHING MORE. WE ALL HAVE 
JOBS TO DO, AND THESE INVOLVE USING YOUR BODY TO TEST THE SAFETY 
AND EFFECTIVENESS OF VARIOUS PREPARATIONS. MOST TESTS INVOLVE 
EXPOSING YOUR MUCOUS MEMBRANES (MEANING YOUR GENITALS) TO ENORMOUS 
QUANTITIES OF THESE CHEMICALS. IF YOU SUBMIT TO OUR INSTRUCTIONS, 
YOU WILL BE ADEQUATELY CARED FOR. IF NOT, YOU WILL PAY IN 
PUNISHMENT THE LIKES OF WHICH YOUR PUNY BRAINS CANNOT IMAGINE! THAT 
IS ALL!” 
A general silence followed the announcement until the attendants 
resumed their work.

Day 2 – Test Lab

The first set of experiments indeed involved new fragrance products 
that ANASTASIA’S SECRET had developed. The alcohols and colorants 
as well as the fragrance notes were all in a suspect list put out 
by the FDCA (Food, Drug, Cosmetics Agency), so for a release of 
these items to general distribution, the testing had to be 
completed. There were still some third world countries that had no 
restrictions against using lab animals, but the distance and the 
fact that they were now charging a premium to test products made it 
all but prohibitive. All the Human(e) Lab had to do was to provide 
verifiable results to their test procedures and if the results were 
nominal, the products would be allowed. They did not have to 
indicate where the testing was conducted. It would be assumed they 
were using the same companies overseas that the other manufacturers 
contracted with.
The fragrance line was Cobalt. The trend in women’s perfumes had 
moved to strong, assertive scents that took control. They were 
heady, powerful and very sexy. The light, florals or musky notes 
were out. In order to give the notes a lasting quality, stronger 
alcohols were needed. The colors had also become a selling point. 
Deeper colors meant using stronger dyes. The Anastasia people were 
on the edge of the trend and needed to obtain the FDCA approval. 
The medical specialists and chemists had proposed a regime of 
testing of the finished products that would span a 4-month period. 
The line included:                      COBALT Nocturne- An evening 
perfume for the predatory female.
                                    Nocturne Skin Glow
                                    Nocturne Perfumed Body Lotion 
                                    Nocturne Perfumed Shampoo
COBALT Allude- For the in-charge businesswoman by day  
                                    Power-Parfum
                                    Parfum..Lite
                                    Bath and Skin Gels, Toners and 
Lotions
It was decided that the subjects would have the preparations 
introduced into their bodies by means of urethral catheters into 
the bladder, enemas, intra-dermal injections, nasal catheters, 
stomach tubes and small amounts mixed with their daily nutritional 
intake. In addition, certain subjects would be fitted with full-
time respirators that would maintain a set percentage of chemistry 
into the breathing atmosphere.

Attendants would be responsible for the husbandry of their charges, 
maintaining a sterile environment. They would set up and monitor 
the intake of ingredients by their charges as well as watching over 
the general bodily requirements. All body waste functions were 
taken care of by means of colonics and catheters. The waste was 
monitored for chemical content and parasites. Daily nutrition was 
in the form of paste and liquid meals, some of which were 
administered by means of stomach entubation. The subjects would 
derive no pleasure from food or drink intake. In fact, they were to 
receive no pleasure in any form. Only tedium, discomfort or 
outright pain. Even if the fragrances were initially pleasant or 
erotic, the constant exposure led to nausea and loathing, not to 
mention pathological fear. It was known that eventually, all 
subjects would have a severely negative, pavlovian response to just 
a whiff of the scents. 
As the day dawned, the 25 subjects woke from uneasy dreams to a 
shrill electronic whistle; their bodies still held in rigid 
immobility. Except for #17, all had been left alone through the 
night with their fears. They tried to shift and ease cramped 
muscles and joints, without any success. Each was securely 
immobilized but with unrestricted circulation. The gags stayed in 
place, so there was an eerie silence for so many bodies. Body 
functions were automatically carried out by the equipment. A few 
night guards patrolled the bay, but mostly they joked between 
themselves and occasionally prodded or fondled a subject’s genitals 
or nipples. They had been hired from laid-off prison staff.
#17 on the other hand had spent a rougher night. He had been given 
a punishment enema of 2 liters of COBALT shampoo dammed up behind 
an inflated butt plug, with explicit instructions on his stall 
clipboard that it be retained all night long. In addition, a 
lottery was drawn between the night guards. Two would be given the 
chance to punish him in other ways. The tension on his scrotum and 
testicles was not to be tampered with. But, since his balls were so 
vulnerable, they were allowed to drum on them with metal spoons. 
His nipples, penis and balls would later be fair game for clamps, 
needles and cigarette burns. After a while, they grew bored with 
the play, since there was hardly any indication they were having 
any effect on him. In fact, he passed out several times from the 
stress.

Promptly at 8:00, Ilsa Kluntch strode in with a retinue of her 
minions. The women were all in severely cut, navy-blue business 
suits, high-heeled pumps and safety glasses. They could easily have 
been mistaken for an FBI team. They inspected each occupied stall, 
reviewed the schedule of treatments, poked and prodded, and then 
moved on to the next subject. At each stall, imploring eyes tried 
to intervene or elicit some humane change of heart. Each was met 
with implacable, heartless professionalism. Each knew there was no 
hope of reprieve from these women…no hope of mercy. They were 
cattle now. The dairy barn once again had its livestock!

As they left each stall, an attendant immediately began the 
preparations necessary to carry out the treatments indicated. A 
full-face respirator was tightened on one subject’s head. The 
breather hose was connected to an atomizer that misted a continuous 
10% atmosphere of COBALT Nocturne Eau de Cologne into the mask. 
Another subject was re-catheterized and the inlet hose connected to 
an electronic pump that kept up a steady flow of Nocturne Perfumed 
Body Lotion. The outlet hose was set to evacuate his bladder every 
5 minutes, just at the point the bladder pressure read 3psi. Some 
had small nasal catheters pushed through their nostrils and down 
into the stomach. Others had their eyelids super-glued to their 
eyebrows and a machine would spray a blast of perfume into each eye 
every minute. At 30-second intervals, it would mist an eye 
lubricant to re-moisturize the cornea. Not one subject made any 
audible sound. Not one subject flinched or shied away from the 
treatments. Sometimes the women made little jokes about a 
particular subject or what was being done to him. But mostly, they 
went about their tasks with focus and determination. They knew they 
had important responsibilities and no one was paying them to take 
pity on mere test animals.
When Ilsa’s group got to stall #17, they became more animated. This 
one was to be much more than numbers and dry data.  Ilsa was 
brought a lab coat and full-length latex gauntlets. A lab tray was 
rolled up for her. The stall door was swung open and Ilsa entered. 
#17 was very awake, although he had spent a bad night. He searched 
her eyes and face for some hint of compassion. Instead he saw an 
attractive brunette in her 40’s endowed with an athlete’s body, 
shapely legs, a lean but seductive face and stunningly beautiful 
eyes that had a predator’s glint in them. It was like looking into 
the face of the beautiful tiger that is about to pounce on you, he 
thought.
Rather than being mad, she seemed to be looking forward to what was 
to come. “So this is the test subject that caused such a commotion 
on his first night? He looks very manageable right now!” She walked 
under him and tested the tension on his balls and scrotum. Noticing 
the small burns on the taut flesh, she smiled. Her gloved fingers 
lightly touched the places and her practiced eyes noticed the 
muscles clench in reaction. “How do you like the shampoo we pumped 
in you? Do you feel ‘bouncy and shiny’ inside? My guess is your 
colon has been bouncing a lot and is pretty shiny right about now. 
You know, I realized we would have some troublemakers but I 
wouldn’t have bet they would reveal themselves the very first 
night! I was hoping though. Because even though this facility is 
all about business, you gotta have fun sometimes. And I want my 
staff to look forward to each new day. That’s why I’m so happy this 
mornin! You’ve made my day!” She leaned over the tray and opened a 
sterile container. Inside was a huge steel and glass syringe. She 
fitted it with a 4” long needle and opened a new perfume box 
containing a beautiful cobalt blue glass bottle that said,  “  
COBALT! A dramatic new fragrance by Anastasia’s Secret. Created to 
take you where no perfume has before!”  She opened the bottle and 
removed the spray-head. Inserting the needle through the tube, she 
drew 10cc of sky-blue fluid into the syringe. A heady scent rose in 
the air.  “We are testing this fragrance for allergic reactions to 
the dye, scent notes and the stronger alcohol inside. Most of the 
test animals will be exposed to smaller, cumulative amounts in 
various ways. However, you have called attention to yourself by 
your actions and that should be rewarded. Your exposure is to be 
10cc of Nocturne perfume every day in your right testicle. While 
the tension on your balls has (I’m sure) been uncomfortable, we 
designed the clamp to allow ample circulation inside. We aren’t 
trying to kill your balls, just make them hurt. I see the guards 
put out their cigarettes on them. Good! You were warmed up for the 
harder play to come. Here’s looking at you, Kid!” She touched the 
hypodermic needle to the shiny, tight skin and pushed. The needle 
slipped in with ease. She started to inject the perfume slowly. She 
moved the depth and position of the needle several times as she 
pushed the plunger in. #17’s eyes rolled back in his head and his 
face became a purplish-red as sweat ran freely off his body. Veins 
stood out in his face and body. It was obvious to the whole staff 
that the injection must be causing phenomenal agony. Ilsa ordered 
the attendant to spray his body with cold water to keep him 
conscious. Finally, she pulled the needle out. A droplet of watery, 
bluish blood leaked back out. The orb was noticeably distended from 
the injection. ”You can ease up on the scrotal tension, now. Make 
sure his bladder is evacuated with the catheter every hour. Send 
all urine samples directly to Lab A. And let me know if there are 
any changes in his condition. Number 17, you will be getting to 
know me very well, I think. We will see a lot of each other. I for 
one am looking forward to our next meeting. Have a nice day!” With 
that, she walked out without a backward glance. 



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