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Test subject 001	By : Benny Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 7720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own the legend that is Sherlock Holmes; I do, however, own Benny and the story plot. I don't make a profit or money from this story.

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Hey, Benny here! This story is almost (but not quite) PWP; it's also based on real life experiences. Obviously the Sherlock story is just fantasy but, if you read between the lines, you'll be able to work out what's true and what's not.
It gets off to a bit of a slow start but, as the story progresses, more smut will ensue.
Happy reading!
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The morning that I’d decided to visit Sherlock Holmes was the same morning that I’d read an advertisement in the paper saying that a certain detective was looking for consensual female test subjects; in fact, the advertisement was the reason that I’d changed my entire plan for the day and headed to Baker Street with the ad in my pocket and now I found myself standing in 221B’s dusty flat, waiting for Mr Holmes to return.
“He shouldn’t be long, dear” Mrs Hudson, Sherlock’s housekeeper, told me for the fifth time as she dithered around, unsure what to do. “Is there anything I can get you; tea, coffee?” She paused for a moment before adding “I’m afraid I don’t really have anything more to offer.”
“I’m fine, Mrs Hudson, really” I told her.
She smiled at me before asking “what did you say you were here for?”
“Sherlock posted an ad requesting test subjects” I replied, taking the ad out and showing her “I’m not really interested in the money, it’s his work that I enjoy and to be a witness to that would literally be a dream come true.”
“Sherlock” she sighed “him and his bloody experiments!”
I stared at the elderly woman in shock; her use of language was unexpected and it surprised me. “Do you have any idea what the experiments are?”
“No” she shook her head “the last time I asked him, he was dissecting human eyeballs; I haven’t asked him since.” The door downstairs opened and then shut. “Ah, here he is now” and she shuffled out of the room “Sherlock! You have a guest.”
“A guest?” I heard a male voice call back as he started up the stairs.
“A test subject” I hissed at her which she repeated.
“Ah, finally!” Sherlock Holmes finally emerged at the top of the stairs and walked into the flat in his famous long coat. “I put that ad in the paper a week ago and no one’s come forward, I was starting to wonder if I’d have to use Molly.” He turned to look at Mrs Hudson who was still dithering in the hallway and said “you may leave now” before slamming the door. Sherlock whirled back around to face me before smiling widely “come on over here and let me have a look at you. You may remove your jacket.”
I slipped my coat off and handed it to him, amused when he threw it into a corner, before closing the distance between us.
“Hmm” he nodded “yes, you’ll do very nicely. Follow me.”
I followed him into a bedroom and sat on the bed as he went into his wardrobe and brought out a small wad of paper before handing it to me. “What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s the terms and agreements that I’ll need you to sign before we start; I don’t want a law suit.”
Test subject 001
Signing on the dotted line below means that you agree to the terms and conditions presented before you and that Mr S Holmes will and cannot be held responsible for any issues that may arise during the experiments.
You are agreeing to the following:
That Mr S Holmes is free to touch you wherever he wishes.
That Mr S Holmes is free to kiss any part of your body he desires.
That Mr S Holmes is free to insert whatever inanimate object he wishes into your body.
“Hang on” I said, looking up from the paper as I finally twigged on to the trend going on here. “What kind of experiment is this?”
“It’s an experiment based upon human desires; how the human body reacts to touch, suggestive comments and so on and so forth.”
“Sex?” I gasped “but the ad didn’t say-”
“You will be getting paid £200 a day until the experiment is completed” he reminded me “it isn’t too late to back out; I will understand if you do.”
“Ok” I stared at him “let me just ask you one thing. Why?”
Sherlock sighed “I suppose that this is more of a personal experiment; I have never experienced the desires of men and so I’m hoping that this experiment will educate me a little further of the needs and of the desires of a woman.”
“But each woman is different” I reminded him “I may like something that another woman may find completely off turning.”
“True” he nodded “but this is a start. Continue reading.”
That Mr S Holmes is free to call you whatever he likes.
That Mr S Holmes is free to penetrate you, if he so desires, without asking.
That Mr S Holmes is not responsible for any negative outcome of the experiment.
“Sherlock, can I ask you something?” I asked when I finished reading “can I make an adjustment?”
“Whatever you feel comfortable with” he replied
“Well, this inanimate object business. What exactly do you mean?”
In reply, Sherlock walked to the other side of the room and dug into a box pulling out a reasonably sized dildo “this and only this will be inserted into you- from that section I mean.”
I stared at the fake cock for a moment before nodding “ok and this bit about calling me what you like?”
“I will be calling you test subject 001”
“Could you call me by my name?”
“And what is your name?”
“Benny” I replied.
He considered my request for a moment before speaking “I suppose as I’ll be touching your most intimate areas that calling you by your name will be more appropriate.”
“Great; do you have a pen?” He handed me one and watched me sign my name before taking the paper back and putting it away.
“Test sub- uh, Benny” he corrected “if you would be so kind to remove your shirt so that I can place this on your chest, I would be grateful.” He showed me a tiny white plastic dot.
“That’s tiny!” I exclaimed as I absently removed my top “does it work? How does it work?”
Sherlock pulled me closer to him and examined my bra with a confused expression. “Yes it works; I will inject it under your skin, close to your heart. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt, it won’t scar and it’ll work its way out in about three weeks. Please remove your bra.”
“It won’t hurt?” I asked, a little nervous about the needle, as I removed my turquoise bra.
He prepared the syringe before looking me straight in the eye. “It won’t hurt” he confirmed before injecting it into my left breast. “There” he said, kissing the spot he’d just removed the needle from “what did I say?” Sherlock then walked over to a white machine and turned it on; he stared at it until it started beeping. “Your heart beat is a little fast” he commented “I need you to relax.”
“Relax?” I snorted, getting more nervous by the minute. “Ok” I nodded “what are we doing today?”
“We’re going to take this slowly” he replied, walking over to the bed and sitting on it before inviting me over to sit beside him “to start off, I will be talking to you softly, like this and monitoring your reaction. How are you feeling?”
“Nervous” I said without needing to think.
“Yes” his voice was gentle and soothing “I know but your heart rate is steadily decreasing back to its normal rhythm I meant how are you feeling?” I frowned, a little confused at what he meant. “Are you turned on?”
“Oh!” I blushed “uhm, a little, not much.”
Sherlock took my hand and started moving his thumb in gentle circles. “Are you sexually active?” He asked in his deep, seductive, voice; his dark eyes boring into mine. I found myself wanting to pounce on him, wanting to devour him…until I looked away. God, that guy knows how to work his way into a woman’s pants; how he doesn’t have a girlfriend I’ll never know.
“Not presently” I finally replied, my voice a little weak.
“How long has it been?”
“About eight months” I replied “the guy I was with left me suddenly and, until now, I’ve not really been able to give myself to another man.” The guy I’d been with before had been a fleeting romance, no more than five months, but I’d fallen stupidly in love with him and the thought of being with someone else felt wrong somehow. I’m still not over him, it had been longer than eight months since I’d been with him; eight months ago, however, I’d been looking for someone to fill the gap in which he’d left so that I wouldn’t feel so black. It hadn’t worked.
Sherlock nodded “what did he do to you that you liked?”
“He was my first kiss in the rain” I gladly told him thinking back to the time we’d first met on a camping trip. We danced around each other for days, unsure of how the other felt but, on the third day, it was clear what we both wanted. It was raining so hard, the kind of rain that would drench you in just seconds, but we went out in it and we stood in our own little bubble, kissing. He had taken my ‘kissing in the rain’ virginity.
Sherlock grunted but when I looked up at him he was smiling, his head cocked to one side. “That sounds lovely” he told me, his eyes glinting, “but I meant more of a sexual nature.” Sherlock’s voice was still deep, soft, sexy and gentle.
I blushed a little at his question but replied honestly “he would tease me, he’d circle my asshole with a finger before inserting it.” I thought back to the times we’d be cuddled up together, just relaxing in each other’s company; he would have his hands down my trousers, playing with my ass until he went further, pushing a finger in. I was surprised at how good it had felt and how it made me react; he knew that the moment his hands were down my trousers I was putty in his hands.
“What else?” He asked, moving a little closer.
“He’d surprise me sometimes” I whispered “pounce on me when I least expected it and fuck the shit out of me.” There had been this one time where I’d been changing for bed and was hunting around my bag for socks; he’d come in and had my trousers around my ankles within seconds before he knelt down and started kissing my butt cheeks. He’d been down there for a while before he stood back up and entered me, fucking me hard and fast against his friend’s multi gym.
“What else?” He repeated.
“When he got me to suck him off; he’d entwine his fingers in my hair and fuck my mouth.” I remembered the noises and the look on his face and his touch as he’d push his cock into my mouth; it didn’t hurt, I objected to nothing about this act. In fact, it turned me on so much that I’d be more than ready by the time it came for him to take me.
Sherlock smiled and placed a hand in my hair, pulling my head gently towards him before he leant forward and I could feel his breath on my ear. “See what I’m doing?” He whispered softly “I’m getting you to recall your favourite intimate moments and I’m noting how it’s affecting you. How do you feel?”
I pulled back and stared at him straight before saying “I really want to ride you right now.”
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