Thread: President Barbie (Cadrac and rohan)

Fucking hell, what does that bitch want now, Professor Coolidge thought. It can't be good news, she looks far too pleased with herself for it to be anything I want to hear. As soon as he'd gotten her email, he was certain she wanted to complain about something. But complaints wouldn't make her happy. Actually complaining probably would, but until she got to do that, she'd just be irritated by whatever she wanted to complain about. She wanted to talk to him in order to say something she would really enjoy saying. He could tell just by the way she stood, impatiently waiting for the last of his lab students to depart. He couldn't imagine what it might be. He knew she despised him with as close to a passion as the frigid bitch could come. But there was nothing she could do to him he was tenured, and brought hefty grant money into the university as well, even if you only counted the small portion he ever told the university about. He stood six three in his white lab coat, his raven black hair cut short and parted in the middle. He was in decent shape, thanks to a daily two mile jog around the campus during his lunch break, not to mention the frequent walks between his lab and his classes. He knew exactly who was responsible for the fact that all his academic classes got scheduled in Johanssen Hall, the furthest classroom instruction building from his lab and office, despite the fact that the rest of his department, even the associate professors, taught their classes in the Newman Science Center. Lack of space, she'd claimed when he knew for a fact that she had Olafson teaching his classes in the science center despite the fact that everyone else in the Psych department taught out of the Liberal Arts building. But then, she hated his Aryan Nation Neo-Nazi ass, too. If he'd thought the man could keep his mouth shut, he'd give him a free Valkyrie sex slave just for having to put up with the President. So, what, his budget was being cut. Like he cared. Most of his funding came from grants he received from the happy recipients of his clinical subjects. Even the early failures were worth having to those who dated them--slightly less intelligent, slightly more submissive and subservient, with slightly enhanced figures. These days, the only subjects that weren't complete successes were those who dropped out of the clinical trials early when they noticed their grades starting to slip. The drug was so far perfected that by the time a girl's actual grades were being affected, she frequently was too stupid to notice or care, and submissive enough that he could easily convince her that her grades didn't matter, it was far more important that she finish the course of treatment. For most, all he had to do was mention their breasts would stop growing, which is all those who signed up thought the drug was supposed to accomplish--surgery free permanent breast enlargement, which it did, along with spreading the hips. They'd discover it also permanently lowered IQ, increased submissive obedience, and boosted libido. The general improvement to looks brought about by loss of extraneous fat were only indirectly caused by the drug. Once they reached a certain level of horny, obedient submissiveness, he merely let them know how much more fuckable they'd be if they worked out, got in shape, and lost weight. They accomplished the rest themselves, with plenty of willpower to resist temptation, because they were doing it for him, not themselves. Some had even asked his permission to join him on his daily jog, which he permitted, turning his lunch time exercise into a parade of lovely young ladies bouncing along beside him, followed by a quick orgy in the shower with whichever ones of them he felt like fucking that day. He called it NBSS 9, but what nobody else knew was that stood for Nympho Barbie Sex Slave. The early trial drugs, 's 1 through 8, were partially successful, but 9 gradually turned them into complete bimbo sluts willing to do absolutely anything they were told, no matter how much of a raving man-hating bitch they were before they started. Those who didn't flunk out by the time they'd finished, he ordered to drop out. And then they willingly went with whatever person he sold them to as a slave. I'd love to get this bitch to sign up for the course of treatment, he thought just before meeting her glare with his bright blue eyes and saying to her, What can I help you with, Amy? In private he absolutely never gave her the respect of her title or position, calling her by first name like she was one of his students. You indicated we needed to talk.