As Emily finally arrived at the small parking lot, she found it packed. She wasn't surprised. After all, she was a little late, and it was the first day of the season, which meant a whole lot of new experiments were setting off today. In the end, she found a spot, quite far from the entrance of the institute, and despite her being late she didn't get out of the car right away. Instead, she leaned back into the seat, enjoying the last few minutes of the first part of Bach's solo cello suite, which she had put on repeat before leaving home.
The Bilbrew Institute for innovative testing was a semi-governmental organization, which specialized in experiments on the human mind and body that were somehow pushing a boundary. Because it was operating on the fringes of what might be considered morally acceptable, it was from the utmost importance that the voluntary nature of the tests was guaranteed and that all of the persons undergoing the experiments were doing so at their own free will. That they were being paid handsomely for their participation was not seen as a conflicting factor as such.
Now, as a volunteer, you could subscribe to different levels of tests, and there was a progressive scale of financial rewards connected to them. Basically, the more basic rights one was prepared to temporarily abstain from, the higher the reward would be. And Emily was making very good money off the institute, as she had committed herself to the highest level of participation. This meant full nudity, a possible violation of physical integrity, mild to severe experience of pain for limited periods, etc.
Jeremy grew up in a small, very religious town, where everybody knew everyone. He had been involved in church life from a very young age, singing in the choir, helping to patch up the old bible books, cleaning, etc. There was no television in the house, and as an only child, his only form of entertainment was reading. He was a member of the small library in the center of the town, but the number of books he was allowed to read was so small that he was soon forced to just re-reading them. At that time, he didn't have to overlay them to one of his parents beforehand anymore. They had already inspected them all, and all he had to do was show them the titles, before going upstairs.
But unbeknown to his parents, Jeremy didn't do much reading lately.
A few weeks ago, an uncle from the city had come over to stay with them for a couple of days. For some reason, the atmosphere had been rather tense during those days, for reasons he couldn't understand, and he had been glad as their guest took his leave again. But he had become even more glad about what he had found, cleaning the guest room the day after.
That Wednesday, he was late and he hurried to the classroom. As he entered, he was already prepared for Mrs. McGinnes' disapproving glances. But it turned out differently. The whole classroom was still a bit in disarray, with the classroom teacher trying to get everybody to be quiet and sit down. As he quickly took his place, he immediately understood what all the buzz was about.
Meredith stepped aside as the photographer now turned his attention to Daphne. She didn't even bother to test her bonds. She had worked with the guy before and he knew his ropes. There was no way to test the crotch rope. That was just there, in a way testing her, it would be fair to say.
Perry had been over the moon as she was selected for a scholarship at the prestigious Tyson High School for technique. Even though her grades had always been superb in high school, she had been in so much trouble with the school authorities over the years that she had considered a recommendation utterly impossible. And yet, one year later, here she was! In the end, her results had outweighed her obnoxious behavior, apparently.
She loved everything about the place. The campus was great and the lessons were super interesting and exciting. She had made friends quickly and had a great social life almost from day one. But also, she was studying hard and well on her way to become one of the top students again. Everything was going great!
Everything but one thing, that is. To graduate to the next level, every student had to accumulate so-called participation points during the semesters. And she had been late to choose a subject. So where some of her friends were engaged in some form of psychological experiments or helping to construct new equipment for robotics, all that was left for her was a very different form of 'participation'.