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Foreword: You should know that all of these stories about Marie are completely true. I can only imagine that I remember them so vividly because they are the stories I usually think about when I am âalone.â Ha-ha! Anyway, Marie and I are still very close and I am actually going to send her the link to this story when Iâm done. She was by far and away the wildest woman Iâve ever met and I credit her for making me the sexual deviant that I am today. Anyway, enjoy. And as always, only the names have been changed.
Seven Months With Marie- Part One
Summer 2004
I had been more or less single for a year and a half. After Belinda and I had split up, I dated a little but always found myself wanting to take things much further than most women I met were willing to go. I needed to meet my match. My equal. The âyinâ to my âyangâ so to speak. When I met Marie, I found it in spades.
I had just taken a job at a restaurant. I was 24 years old at the time and had never worked in a restaurant before. I was making a bit more money than I was used to and decided to move out of my little garage apartment. One of my co-workers was a short Irish-American gal named Karen. She was really spunky with red hair that hung all the way past her bum. She wasnât the most beautiful girl in the world, but she was cute and had a nice enough body. The only other striking feature I feel compelled to mention is her gigantic boobs. They were just enormous. Anyway, she was in her early thirties at the time and had recently bought a lot with two houses on it. She was living in one and the other was for rent. She named a fair price and I moved in.
It wasnât the biggest house in the world, but it did have two bedrooms which was perfect for me. I turned one into a movie room. The two houses shared a back yard, so Karen and I wound up spending a great many nights after work sitting in the backyard and drinking beer.
So, there was a girl at work named Marie. I didnât really see her much, but I thought she was really cute. She stood about 5â6 and had thick long dark straight hair. She was of Italian descent. She had nice C-cups and a super thin waist, but the kicker was her ass. It was HUGE! Not the bad kind of huge either. The kind of huge like no matter how much she worked out, it wasnât going anywhere, big round and perfect kind of huge. Also, she was completely hilarious. Probably one of the funniest people I have ever met. AnywayâŠ
So I let it slip to Karen that I kinda had a little crush on Marie. Karen got really excited by that. She told me that she had known Marie for a couple of years and that she would totally set us up. I hate being set up and thatâs just what I told her. The next night at work, when the night ended, Karen told everyone that we were throwing the nightly âafter work partyâ at our little compound. She made sure to invite Marie and all of the craziness began that night. I finally met my match.
The party was great. All the usual suspects were there. About three hours into it, people started to head out. It was winding down and Marie finally came up and talked to me. Thankfully, we were both pretty tipsy by then. Otherwise, what happened mightâve seemed awkward.
âHey dude.â She said. She was smiling and I was getting huge vibes from her.
âHey yourself.â I replied. As soon as I said it, I felt like the biggest clichĂ© douche bag on the planet.
âSo, Karen says you want to be my boyfriend.â She smiled even bigger as she leaned into my face.
âShe did?â I feigned ignorance.
We were standing there in the backyard between my house and Karenâs when Marie leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine for the first time. She was aggressive. She was forward. I was loving it. She pulled back and said âDonât worry. Iâm totally into you too.â Best of all, she didnât bullshit. I may have fallen in love with her right then. If not, I certainly did about twenty minutes later.
We stood there making out as the party cleared out. Once everyone was gone, Karen came up to us and smacked us both on the ass. She drunkenly hugged us both, saying âI knew you guys were gonna hook up tonight.â Then she said goodnight and disappeared into her backdoor.
Marie and I went back to kissing and I really loved the way she kissed. She was very strong and there was undeniable passion between us. âYouâre a really good kisser.â I said
âIâm good at a lot of things.â She smiled as she went back to kissing me. I slid my hands down her back and rested them on her amazing ass. I was completely shocked (and happy as hell) when she broke away from me and dropped down to her knees. I felt her fingers going to work under my belt. She unzipped the fly on my shorts and reached inside.
âHoly shit.â I said as I laced my fingers behind my head. She grabbed my rapidly growing cock and pulled it out of the hole and immediately pulled it into her mouth. I had only kissed her for the first time twenty minutes earlier and she was already on her knees, sucking on my cock in my back yard. I was definitely in love. She really knew what she was doing because it was only about three minutes or so later that I felt that I was going to cum. I told her I was close and she pulled away and started jerking me hard with one hand while she massaged my balls with the other.
I threw my head back and roared as I shot my hot load onto her work shirt. (I would later learn that she loved to have me cum on her clothes for some reason.) Once she was satisfied that I was empty, she stood up and gave me a mock angry look. âGreat! Now I have to do laundry before work tomorrow. What kind of an asshole are you anyway?
âShut up.â I said as I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for another hot kiss. I invited her inside but she turned me down.
âWe havenât even been on a proper date yet and you already spooged on my favorite floral print work shirt.â She laughed. âWe gotta save something for after the wedding.â She asked me what I was doing the next night after work. I told her that, with any luck, Iâd be doing her. She laughed. She actually thought that was funny. With that, she left.
The next day, I woke up glowing. I realized that I didnât even get her number. My first impulse was to run over to Karenâs house and get it. Then I thought that that might seem too desperate. I was still under the impression that all women played mind games. Marie wasnât like that.
I saw her at work that night and during the entire shift, we kept exchanging glances and âaccidentallyâ rubbing up against each other. I was planning on asking her to come over after work, but the universe had other plans.
Once the shift ended and all the silverware was rolled, the general consensus was to hit the beach bars. There was a big group of us (led by Karen) and we were all ready to have a good time. We ended up at âThe Tiki Hutâ which was a little tiki bar behind a resort on the beach. Karenâs friend Alexis was a bartender there and would give us all the hospitality rate. Needless to say, we all got really drunk.
We drank shot after shot until the world was all warm and fuzzy. Before I knew it, Marie and I were making out again. I loved kissing her. Karen then suggested that we all walk down to the water, so we headed down stairs and walked through the sand toward the water.
About half way there, there was a row of beach chairs set up. During the day, hotel workers would charge people by the hour to use them. At 2AM however, theyâre fair game. The group continued past them, but Marie grabbed me by the wrist and held me back. I turned around and she pulled me in close and furiously kissed me again. The group disappeared down the beach as we stood between the beach chairs kissing.
We were both really drunk by then. I leaned back and she grabbed the bottom of my shirt. âWill you be my girlfriend?â I asked in a daze as she pulled my shirt up and over my head.
âSure.â She said as she leaned into me and licked my nipple. The breeze coming in from the gulf was cool and felt wonderful in the moonlight. We were standing in the middle of a public beach for any passerby in the world to see, and neither one of us cared. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to pull it up. She leaned back and raised her arms and in a single motion, I had it off of her. It was the first time I had seen her without a shirt on. She was wearing a white bra and her stomach was flat and muscular. I had only really seen her in her work clothes before then and was surprised at how amazing her body was. I dropped her shirt in the sand and we went back to kissing.
I reached behind her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, but was just a bit too drunk to get the job done. I was pleasantly surprised when she reached back and popped the clasp for me. The bra fell off of her shoulders and down by our feet. I looked at her breasts for the first time. They were absolutely perfect. They were just a little more than a handful. Her nipples were dark and placed perfectly just above the center of her breasts. I cupped one in my hand as we began kissing again.
I could feel my cock getting harder. I guess she could feel it against her body because she found it with her hands and squeezed at it through my shorts. She kissed me deeply as she moved her hands up and started to unfasten my belt. She got it undone and then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. She then dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles in one swift jerk. I was now buck ass naked on the beach and I didnât give a shit. It was amazing.
She stood up and pushed me back onto one of the beach chairs. I laid back as she climbed on top of me and pulled my cock into her mouth. I lay there staring up at the stars as she gave me another amazing blowjob. I was getting the feeling that she was going to be up for anything I was. She was awesome. I was about to learn how far she would go.
From the corner of my eye, I saw our group heading back up the beach toward where we were. âShit. Theyâre coming back.â I said as a way of warning her. She stood up and looked down the beach toward them. I figured sheâd put her shirt back on, and hand me my pants. Instead, she looked back at me and smiled as she started undoing her own belt. She dropped her shorts to her ankles and stood in front of me wearing only a white thong. Her body looked completely stunning in the moonlight. Her long dark hair looked like black silk floating on the ocean breeze.
She walked back over to the beach chair and straddled me. My cock was pushing up against her panties and she was rocking her body back and forth, using her crotch to stroke me off. Our crew was getting closer. It was reaching the point of no return. We either stopped then, or we went all the way. She reached down between her legs and pulled her panties to one side. I looked down and saw that her pussy was completely hairless. I had never been with a girl that shaved everything before and I found it insanely hot. She grabbed hold of my cock and began to rub the tip of it on her wet lips. Then slowly and gently, she slid down onto me, taking me all the way inside of her.
The feeling is indescribable. It was like we were made to fit together perfectly. The group was almost upon us. A few more steps and there would be no question what we were doing. She just kept riding me. Then, the strangest thing happened. One by one, everyone sort of just stopped and stared. Maybe they were all in shock. Maybe they were all perverts. I donât know what it was, but they all just stood around and watched her ride me there on the beach.
They must have stood around for ten minutes watching us kissing and fucking when we were all interrupted by the headlights from the beach police patrol. We could see them coming for miles, so there was no rush to scatter. Marie just looked over toward the headlights and said âFuck.â She climbed off of me and pulled her shorts on. No one said anything to us as we both got dressed. It was the oddest thing.
We all headed back to the bar which had closed while we were gone. Fortunately, Alexis was still inside cleaning up. She let me, Marie and Karen back in for one more round. I couldnât believe what had just happened. It was amazing. I wanted to have sex with her some more, but I had such a great time with her that it almost didnât matter. We were nursing our last drinks and Alexis noticed Karen giving me and Marie funny looks and giggling.
âWhatâs so funny weirdo?â Alexis asked. Alexis had very short hair and an athletic build. She had almost no tits at all, but on her frame, it didnât really matter. Her body suited her just fine. If Iâd had to guess, I would have said that she was a lesbian and Iâd have been right, but I didnât know that at the time.
âMarie and Johnny just had sex on the beach!â she burst out.
Alexis was as cool as the other side of the pillow. âI assume you arenât talking about the drinkâŠâ
âNope.â Karen smiled.
Alexis looked at us and held up an empty glass. âCongratulations.â Then Karen got really excited and looked at Marie.
âAre you coming over tonight?â she asked.
âHellâs yes.â Marie replied before planting a big kiss on my lips.
With that, Karen leaned in close to Alexis and asked her if she had any Ecstasy. I had done Ecstasy a couple of times before several years earlier, but after what I had already done that night, I was up for anything. Alexis was holding so Karen bought three hits and drove us all home. On the drive, we all talked about how excited we were about rolling together. We were behaving like little kids on the way to the ice cream shop.
We got home and popped the pills. We kept drinking while we waited for the X to kick in. After about 45 minutes, IT KICKED IN.
We had an inflatable pool in the backyard that we shared. We were all sitting around it smoking cigarettes and laughing when we started to really feel it. The air smelled sweeter. We could feel the wind moving every hair on our heads. We were all laughing and having a great time. The pool was about ten feet across and about three feet deep. I suddenly had the urge to swim. No. I suddenly had the NEED to swim.
Without saying a word, I stood up, took off my shirt and stepped into the pool still in my work shorts. I had gotten really lovey-dovey by that point. I was having all kinds of thoughts about Marie. I was totally in love with her, and I was pretty sure she felt the same way about me.
The water felt amazing and like that annoying tripping guy, I wanted to explain how everything felt to everyone around me. âJesus, it feels amazing in here!â I was so happy. I had always enjoyed the occasional skinny-dip, but my mind went haywire when I thought about getting naked in the pool while I was rolling. It had to be done. âIâm totally getting naked.â I said as I pulled off my shorts under the water. As I hung them on the edge of the pool, I felt all the water around me. It felt wonderful. âHoly fuck, this is awesome. You guys have to try this.â I said.
Karen stood up and said âIâm gonna go inside and get something to eat.â She disappeared inside and as soon as the door closed, I stood up and stepped out of the pool. I walked over to Marie and put my wet hands on her knees. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers and we had the most amazing kiss I had ever felt. I stood up and put my hands behind my head as Marie reached up and massaged my balls. It felt incredible. My cock started to get a little hard as she did it and she stuck out her tongue and licked it like a lolli-pop. I grabbed her by her shoulders and stood her up. We kissed for what felt like twenty minutes. She would occasionally grab my cock and just massage it. I was in a state of bliss. We finally came apart and she told me she was going to go in for a minute to make sure Karen was okay. I told her I was going back into the pool. She went in and I just swam in shallow circles enjoying every sensation I was feeling.
All of a sudden, I realized that I had been out there alone for a pretty good while. I also had a mean case of cotton mouth and decided that I really needed a beer. Without thinking about it, I stood up and stepped out of the pool and headed to Karenâs back door. I walked inside and headed to the fridge when I saw Karen and Marie sitting on the couch together. They were watching TV when they noticed me and both started laughing hysterically. It honestly wasnât until that exact moment that I realized that I had walked into Karenâs house completely naked and dripping wet.
Karen broke out of her laughter long enough to say âWait! Wait! Donât move. Iâll be right back.â She disappeared into her bedroom for a moment and I cracked open my beer. Marie was still laughing and shaking her head. When Karen returned she was brandishing a camcorder. The red light was flashing and it was pointed at me. âOkay. This is my tenant drinking a beer in my kitchen, completely naked. Say hi Johnny.â
âHi Johnny!â I laughed as I took a big chug from my beer.
Karen sat back down next to Marie on the couch and continued filming me as I walked into the living room. âSo, why are you drinking a beer in my house naked?â she asked through chuckles.
I looked into the lens and very talk show host-like, I answered âWell, Karen itâs funny you should ask. Iâm only having one of the best nights of my entire life is all.â I walked closer to them and Karen followed my face with the camera.
âHereâs Johnny!â she said. Then she dramatically pointed the camera down and said âAnd hereâs Johnnyâs penis!â
âGive me that thing.â I said as I snatched the camera and pointed it at them. I was standing about three feet in front of them and I was completely and totally comfortable. I focused in on Karen first. âThis is my landlady slash good pal Karen.â Then I panned downward. âThis is my penis again.â They were laughing hysterically by then. I panned up to Marie âAnd this is Marie: AKA the last place I put my penis.â Now they were crying from laughing so hard. I knelt down in front of Marie and held the camera out to the side and filmed us as I kissed her. âAnd also the best kisser in the whole world too.â
She laughed into my mouth as I kissed her again. I felt her tongue brush across mine and it felt incredible. Suddenly I lost myself for a moment and kissed her deeply. Our tongues explored each otherâs mouths as I felt Karen take the camera out of my hand. Then we heard her say âThis is Johnny and his wiener garage, Marie.â We broke apart laughing again. âYou guys are so cute.â She said. I stood up and laughed more and I felt Marie reach up and squeeze my penis. I was surprised, but only a little. It was just a playful gesture.
âCute little weenie.â She said. She looked over and saw that Karen was filming her. She then put on a mock serious face and put some bass in her voice. âI mean big, mighty wiener!â Karen was laughing again and I stood in front of Marie as she squeezed my cock and rolled it in her hand. I could feel it getting hard again as she played with it. âUh-oh. Someone is getting a little excited.â She said in a silly voice. I didnât laugh though. Instead, I moaned a little. âOh. Maybe someone is getting a lot excited.â Then she looked over at Karen and said âYouâre gonna erase this tape tomorrow right?â as she laughed. Karen laughed too and then went wide eyed as she saw Marie lean forward and pulls the tip of my cock into her mouth through the camcorderâs viewfinder.
Marie slowly slid the ring of her lips further down my shaft and a much louder moan escaped me. She pulled back and repeated the motion again and again. Soon, my cock was juicy with her spit and she was giving me a full blown blow job while Karen filmed her.
Karen slowly rose to her feet and stood next to me, filming the blowjob from my POV. âThis is so dirty, girl.â She said. Marie was looking up into the lens as she sucked me in and out. Her mouth felt amazing.
Karen kept getting closer and closer to me to get the best possible angle. Her gigantic boobs were pressed into my side. âYou have the biggest boobs Iâve ever seen.â I told her.
âReally?â she asked as she looked away from the viewfinder to meet my gaze.
âYeah.â Marie was still sucking my cock and looking up at us. She had this look in her eye like everything was just fine and to just go with it. Somehow I knew that she was thinking that. I reached up and cupped one of her huge breasts in my hand. It was heavy and felt wonderful. I gently pushed on it and squeezed it and she moved her face closer to mine. Suddenly, Karen and I were licking each otherâs lips and tongues like animals. I reached up with my other hand and was then squeezing both of her breasts when she pushed the camera into my chest. I took hold of it and she stepped back and pulled her shirt up over her head. Then she took off her bra. Now, I know Iâve already said this, but GOOD GOD. Her tits were enormous. They had to be triple Dâs and her nipples were the size of silver dollars, but they were in perfect proportion with her tits.
Marie even pulled away from my cock for a second just to say âDamn, you have huge tits Karen!â
Karen took the camera back and continued to film the blowjob as I squeezed her tits. Then I looked down at Marie and realized that I wanted to see her perfect tits again too, so I reached down and grabbed her shirt and pulled it up. She leaned back and again put her arms up. As soon as I got it off of her, she popped her bra and let it fall into her lap as she went right back to sucking on my cock.
Karen sat back down next to Marie and continued filming her sucking my cock. âYouâre such a dirty girl.â She said. âYou like sucking on that thing?â she asked.
I reached down and grabbed the camera again and turned it on Karen. âSo, Karen. Your favorite tenant in the whole wide world has his cock stuck in your coworkerâs mouth in the middle of your living room. How do you feel about all that?
She was smiling up at me. âItâs pretty hot.â She said.
âAnd have you ever been this close to a blowjob that you, yourself were not performing?â I joked.
âI donât think so.â She answered. Marie started laughing again and made a choking sound.
She leaned back and began coughing violently. We were both looking at her. âKak-kgh. Fuck. Kgh-Kak!â she coughed. Then she looked at Karen and pointed my penis at her and coughed âKff. Here– take over for me for a second.â
Karen looked up at me and I turned my hips toward her. I watched her hand come up and gently grip the base of my cock. I took a step closer to her and she opened her mouth and I slid my cock between her lips. Her hands slid around the side of my hips and she gripped my ass and pulled me deeper into her mouth. Marie looked over and said âHoly shit. You go girl.â We both laughed. Karen was really getting into it now and Marie stood up and began to unbutton her shorts. Karen looked over at her and smiled as best she could. I was still filming Karen blowing me when I saw what Marie was up to. I panned over and caught her as she pulled her shorts and panties off at the same time. There was that sweet hairless pussy again.
Marie kicked her shorts and panties away and then stood next to where Karen was seated. I filmed her as she turned to face the couch and then bent forward at the waist and spread her legs. There was a soft pale glow coming from the TV and her big smooth ass looked so amazing, and there underneath were those smooth shaved pussy lips.
I pulled my cock out of Karenâs mouth and positioned myself behind Marie. I held the camcorder with my left hand and grabbed my cock with my right. I eased closer to her and filmed myself rubbing the head of my cock up and down her smooth wet pussy. After a minute, I slowly slipped my cock inside of her. She grabbed the edge of the couch and moaned aloud. Karen was watching my cock slide in and out of Marie right next to her face. She reached over and held Marieâs hips for me as I fucked her. Marie was moaning really loud by then. She looked over to Karen and told her that she should take her pants off too.
Karen rose to her feet and slowly took her pants off as she watched us fucking. I didnât know what to film. Once Karen was naked, I felt Marie pushing back on me, so I took a step back and my cock slid out of her. Marie stood erect and pushed Karen onto the couch. Then Marie dropped to her knees in front of Karen and placed her hands on Karenâs knees. âHave you ever had a girl eat your pussy before?â
I couldnât believe what I was hearing. âNot yet.â Karen replied. Marie just smiled at her as she pushed Karenâs thighs apart. Then Marie bent forward and buried her face in Karenâs mound of red pubic hair. I was still filming when I dropped to my knees behind Marie. Karen was moaning softly as Marie lapped at her pussy. I handed the camera up to Karen and she filmed Marie licking her pussy as I slipped my cock back inside her.
Marie had apparently eaten a lot of pussy in her day because she really knew what she was doing. Karen was now squeezing her own huge breasts and moaning as Marie worked on her. I guess the angle was awkward for her, because she soon pulled Karen off of her couch and onto the floor before going back to eating her out. Karen was in bliss. âOh, fuck me thatâs good.â She moaned.
âYou like that?â Marie asked. âYou little slut. Do you want some dick?â she asked her. âAre you ready for some dick yet?â
âFuck yes!â Karen exploded.
Marie pushed me back a bit and then slid off to the side. She looked up at my face and stared into my eyes. âGive it to her.â She said. I needed no further prompting. I scooted on my knees until I was hovering above Karenâs widely spread legs. âYeah, give her some dick.â Marie urged.
âGive it to me. I want some dick.â Karen moaned. I slid my dick into her and she moaned as Marie grabbed hold of her huge breasts and squeezed them. I gently eased all the way into her and began to fuck her as Marie cheered us on. Marie took the camera from her and filmed me fucking her. Then Marie scooted up toward Karenâs face and straddled her head. Without any though, she lowered her bald pussy onto Karenâs mouth.
âLick my clit.â She commanded. She was filming my cock now ramming in and out of Karen as Karen began to lap at her cunt. âYeah fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy.â She chanted. I had somehow drifted into a whole new world of pleasure. Everything I was seeing coupled with everything I was feeling was pushing me out of reality somehow.
I then heard Karenâs voice coming from Marieâs crotch. âHoly shit, your pussyâs so smooth. I love it!â she said as she went back to licking her. Marie let go of Karenâs breast and stuck her middle finger in her mouth. When she withdrew it, it was wet with her spit. Her hand then disappeared behind her and a moment later, her eyes widened and she moaned even louder.
âOh, fuck yeah!â she moaned. She was slipping her finger into her own asshole. âFuck yeah. Johnny, I want you in my ass!â she begged. âI want that dick in my ass.â she moaned as she stood up and faced the couch. I pulled my cock out of Karenâs pussy and stood up behind Marie. Karen sat back down on the couch as Marie bent forward at the waist and pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her tight little asshole. It was already wet from her finger and my cock was still glistening with Karenâs juices. I placed the tip of my cock on her asshole and grabbed Marie by the hips. Slowly and gently, I eased my cock into her asshole. With each inch she would moan louder. âOh, fuck thatâs good! Fuck thatâs good!â
Karen had picked up the camera again and was back to filming. Marieâs asshole was tight and felt incredible around my cock. I wanted to remember the visual I was having forever, so I grabbed the camera from Karen and filmed my cock going in and out of Marieâs ass. Karenâs free hands found their way between her legs and she began to vigorously finger herself as she watched my cock disappear into Marieâs asshole.
I knew I wasnât going to last much longer. I could feel my load building up inside and knew it was coming fast. âIâm gonna cum!â I howled.
âNo! Not yet!â Marie protested as she pushed me back. She then turned around and sat on the very edge of the couch and leaned all the way back, hoisting her legs up into the air. âI wanna see your face when you cum!â she said. I dropped to my knees and Marie grabbed my cock and guided me back into her asshole. âOh FUCK!â she shouted as I entered her. âFUCK!â
With that, I brought up my pace and was soon pounding her hard and fast. She was squealing like a little girl and Karen was fingering herself even harder. I was soon back to that feeling.
âIâm gonna cum!â I shouted. Iâm gonna cum!â
âCum in my ass Johnny!â Marie shouted. âShoot that cum up my ass!â
Karen laid her head on Marieâs stomach and watched me slam my cock into her ass as my body shook and a huge surge of cum blasted up Marieâs butthole. I kept thrusting as load after load pumped into her. âFuck!â I shouted. âFUCK!â
I filled her rectum with jizz and finally thrust my cock all the way into her one last time and doubled over panting. I had never felt anything quite that amazing before and that was only our second date. My mind ran wild with thoughts about what the future might bring. I finally pulled my dripping wet dick out of Marieâs asshole and much to my surprise, Karen leaned forward and pulled it into her mouth and sucked it clean. Marie looked down at her and said âHoly shit, you are a total whore arenât you?â
âShut up. Iâm not the one that just got ass fucked here.â Karen laughed.
âI could ass fuck you too, if you want.â I smiled.
âNot tonight. Thanks though.â She smiled back.
Marie sat up, cupping her hand underneath her ass. âJesus, I hope we didnât just ruin your couch.â
âItâs an old couch. Thatâs not the first time that couch has seen some action.â Karen laughed.
Marieâs eyes lit up. âYou guys wanna go swimming?â
The three of us went into the backyard and got in the pool together. All three of us kissed, licked and sucked on each other playfully as we swam, but it was clear to all of us that Marie and I were an item. We were a perfect match for one another.
We sat in the pool and talked and kissed and smoked cigarettes until the sun rose. Then the three of us went inside and climbed into Karenâs bed naked and slept until six that afternoon. When we finally all got up, we ate and watched a movie. There was not a single note of awkwardness and when Marie and I finally left, Karen kissed us both goodbye. We went over to my house and snuggled and laughed and made love several times before going back to sleep.
That was how I came to be with Marie.
My perfect match.
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Two street samurai compare augmentations. Things get steamy between them.
Chapter 3 – Lois’s story
Fucking Luthor. He can’t do this to me. My head was hurting and I felt funny. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body on the medical bed. I knew it was me but it couldn’t be me. I am lying here on the floor.
I look down at myself and see a man’s body instead of my normal sexy woman’s body. It is Superman’s body. I look back at the bed and it is my body on the bed. With my new super hearing, I can hear the heartbeat and know that my body is still alive.
But what has happened to me. Luthor had to change my body with Superman’s body somehow. Why and how did he do it? I see a mirror over on the far wall and walk to it. I don’t see myself at all but see Superman. His broad chest and wide shoulders, hidden behind the blue suit. His steel gray eyes and cute little lock of curly hair hanging down. I look down at the crotch and see a bulge as I realized that the warm feeling that I am experiencing is part of an erection. I am getting turned on by seeing myself in the mirror.
I mean by seeing myself in Superman’s body.
I turn and see myself on the bed, still asleep. Luthor is on another bed and is also sleeping. I reach out and squeeze a piece of metal and the metal collapses in my hand as if it was made of tinfoil. As I squeeze my hand, I feel raw power flow through my body. I feel strong and powerful. And good. I have never felt this good before.
I look at my body laying on the bed. It looks so weak and frail and small. So pale and fragile. I look at the naked breasts and wonder why men find them so magical. I have seen women with breasts that I enjoyed looking at, but my own breasts never thrilled me.
For the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I did not like the body that I was looking at. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to find some magical way to become a man because girls never did anything but play with dolls while boys got to play all the sports and to go everywhere. Then my gangly little girl body started changing into a young woman’s body and boys started hanging out around the house, trying to impress me and to get into my panties. I quickly learned that I had a power that I could use to control them and to get them to do what I wanted. As my body shaped up, my power over men increased. I became very manipulative and learned how to obtain whatever I wanted, by just flirting a little.
But it was not enough for me. I wanted a career and to prove myself in a male dominated world. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke.
I guess that I had a classic case of penis envy. I remembered my adolescence all too well and what I did to explore that strange feeling I got whenever I saw a penis. I kinda went overboard and let my budding breasts be licked and sucked and fondled by all too many boys. Then there was that night when I let my cherry get popped, and all of the many sexual encounters afterwards. I couldn’t get enough and would sneak out of the house and let myself be the star of a drunken gang-bangs. Then I woke up sick and miserable one morning. All I could think about was the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, and all of the guilt and misery that I hid. I didn’t want be a whore. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs.
And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me.
I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she wanted me and would be available for anything that I wanted. I enjoyed her smell. Once she borrowed a scarf from me and I could smell her warmth radiating from my scarf when she returned it. I could smell her very personal musky odor mixed with her cologne.
When I first met Janice, she was in very good shape. Or so I thought. But she didn’t like her body and started working out at the gym with the guys every day. Before long, she had a build that most men would want to have. Before muscular women became the norm as they are now, she wanted to be able to take care of herself and did not like taking the standard weak women’s role. She discovered that she liked the way that high heels showed off her calves and strong bare thighs from playing tennis and she worked on the rest of her body to develop it to the same high standards. She liked to flex as well as jiggle. She became strong and confident and powerful, as she shaped her body into a mass of feminine muscle. Her calves were two solid diamond shaped bulges. Her thighs were solid trees of solid, sinewy muscle. Her ass muscles were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her skinny waist showed off her washerboard abdominal muscles. Her pectoral muscles were solid, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back and shoulder muscles looked like wings. Her biceps and her triceps showed the many hours that she spent lifting weights.
I was dating the quarterback then. I always had to date the most desirable man. I felt better when number one was after me. If I had moved to Washington instead of Metropolis, I would be dating the President now. Janice came to my room one afternoon and we spent the whole afternoon laughing and talking as we sipped a little wine. Janice worked out all of the time and was beginning to get a very solid muscular build on her for a woman. I remember that day, that she was wearing a tight, low cut muscle shirt that was showing off the deep cleft of her fine, heavy breasts and the solid wall of chest muscle that was holding the breasts up. At that time, that sort of build on a woman was rare and some people hinted that she was a dyke. But I knew better. I remember her smile as I eyed her powerful limbs, thick and brown, veined and taunting, bared by a revealing tank-top stretched to bursting by her big breasts. And what can I say to describe her long killer legs. After she left, I called the quarterback over and let him fuck me for the very first time.
I set Janice up with one my boyfriend’s teammembers. We went off to a cabin for the weekend. As Larry was fucking me, I was listening to the bed in the next room, as Janice groaned and moaned. The next morning, we let the guys go fishing while we relaxed in the back yard in our bikinis.
Janice suggested a backrub and I let her. I didn’t stop her when she unfastened my top and continued rubbing lotion into my back. When she commanded me to roll over, I did, but I kept my arms crossed as if to protect my boobs. Janice gently moved my arms away and finished covering my body with lotion, making sure that she rubbed it in. She told me that my breasts were dry and needed a second coat. I shut my eyes and let her coat my breasts with the warm lotion and then rub it into my skin. I was in seventh heaven and when she lightly kissed each nipple as she finished, I almost shuddered with delight.
Then she asked me to rub the lotion on her. She removed her top and bottom and rolled over. As I rubbed the lotion into her greedy skin, I watched her butt flex and could almost hear it whispering my name. Her flat stomach showed it’s chiseled muscularity on her abs. Her huge, muscular body was ripe and shining and brown with magnificent breasts that restored the femininity to her wonderful body. As I looked at her long hair flowing down her back, I felt a very strong sexual desire for her.
She rolled over and I was rubbing the lotion on her front and having a difficult time controlling myself. She spread her legs so that I put lotion up in the area where I wanted to put my head. I was feeling very dizzy and wanted her very much. Just as I decided to learn how to become a muff diver, the guys returned. The rest of the weekend went downhill. I didn’t want Larry to touch me and pretended that my period was starting.
I was too young and didn’t know what I really wanted and desired. I wanted her to become my lover, but I was afraid that I would get a reputation as a lesbian. So we never did anything with each other, but desire each other. I wonder what she is doing now and if she still has that same wonderful body?
I stare down at my very unfamiliar erection that my thoughts were having on this male body. It has changed position within it’s confinement. It is almost as if it had a mind and will of it’s own. I felt it slowly stiffen and rise up the center of my body as it hugged my belly from the tight jerkin. When I was Lois, I wanted Superman to fuck me. I tried every trick in the book but he played hard to get. So I turned on the sexual charm and accepted his challenge. He might get to fuck me but I would really win our contest.
I used to lie in my bed and think about what it would be like to have his cock buried in me. And then I tired of my dreams. I restored the wonderful feeling by pretending that Janice was in the bed with us and we were doing a threesome. I went to the local bookstore and bought a big long thick dildo and used to pretend it was his cock in me. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish.
I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I don’t really want him as a sexual partner. I don’t know why I tried to screw him.
I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I don’t want to. Isn’t that strange. My own body doesn’t turn me on.
My cock feels so hard. I can feel the foreskin easing back as it grows to it’s maximum hardiness and length. It must be eight inches. Shit. I am a man now and can lie about my cock’s length. It is ten inches at least.
I focus on one of the straps holding my former body to the table and watch as my X-ray vision melts the strap, without causing a fire. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I don’t know how to react to them.
I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so fragile. How did I ever survive in that body. With one quick easy snapping motion, I break all of the straps holding her in place. That’s right. Her. It is not me lying on that table. That is no longer my body.
I am very confused. I feel very different. I feel very strange. I feel very strong. I have to go away and examine what I feel and discover who I am. I have to know who I am.
I leap into the air and barely make it through the opening because my aim was off. I quickly rise to a high altitude and go out into outer space. I look back at Earth and know that I cannot return to my former body. I am Superman. Now and forever.
******
I came back to Earth and flew across the ocean. I landed on Mount Everest and enjoyed the scenery for a moment. Although it had to be freezing cold up here, I was not feeling any discomfort at all. And this beautiful vista was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted to come here.
I leaped again and kept heading west. When I reached the ocean, I dived into the water and flew slowly through the water, watching the fish as I followed them and easily kept up with them in their domain.
Then I headed up back into the sky and back toward America. I focused my eyes and discovered how to activate my telescope vision and to use my X-ray vision with it. I focused upon Luthor’s laboratory and saw that my former body was conscious now and was talking to Luthor. As I stared at my half-naked former body, I knew that they could take care of themselves now. As for myself, I had to find out what happened to Janet.
I changed direction slightly and headed to my old college town. I wonder what my former classmates would do if they know that their former alumna was now the most powerful alumni of their school.
With my x-ray vision, I was able to search the school records as I flew there. I found Janet’s address and traced her to her new home through other records in the City Hall. She is married now.
I imagined what it would be like to find her and to let her see me in my new body. I would tell her who I used to be. She would look at me and remember how she used to feel about me. She would stand there in silence, wanting to know why I came back. I would pull her tightly against me and our lips would come together in a very passionate kiss. She would get very turned on and would push my jersey and cape off of my shoulders and began to undo my belt. She would run her hands over my warm, firm chest and lick my neck as I undress her.
I would step back and look at her perfectly sculpted legs and let my gaze flow to her stiff nipples. Then I would take her back into my arms, pressing her up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound.
I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out.
Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her as she laid back to receive me. She would stroke me softly as she took my cock into her warm, wet lips. She would run her tongue over me inch by inch, and slowly, take my hard cock into her mouth. She would suck on my cock until it was almost ready to explode and then would beg me to give it to her.
I would move carefully at first, stroking in and out slowly, gently, until I picked up speed and intensity until I was plunging into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. She would cum hard as her juices flowed down my throbbing cock, causing me to cum also.
I landed on the door step of the address that I had found and rang the door bell. Although I could look into the house, I decided not to. My cock is hard from the most wonderful daydream that I just experienced.
The door opens and she is standing there. I don’t know who was staring more at each other. Me or her. Gone was the trim, healthy, young woman that I remembered. In her place was an overweight, kinda grubby woman. She was wearing an oversized shirt and had a baby on her hip. Where she had always been very neat and kept her body in good shape in college, she was now overweight and her unbrushed hair needed coloring and styling.
“Superman” she whispered.
“Hello, Janet. Uh… A mutual friend of ours, asked me to look you up while I was in town. Lois said to tell you hello.” I said, hearing my voice for the first time.
“Lois who?” she said with a quizzical look on her face.
“Lois Lane, from your college.” I said, feeling just a little embarrassed and wanting to leave.
“Lois. I haven’t thought about her for years. Did she ever get her a job as a model? She was always so pretty and had such a nice body. I married her former boyfriend after college. This is our third child.” she said as she shifted the child.
I took a quick glance with my x-ray vision at her chest. Her once solid chest was now nothing but flab. Her large, wonderful breasts, were sagging and drooping from the volume of repeated child nursing. Her hips had rolls of fat hanging over and her wonderful musky smell had become very rancid smelling to my over sensitive nose.
“No, she became a reporter. I am sorry but I must go now.” I said as I turned and leaped into the sky.
As I flew away leaving a very puzzled woman standing on her front step, I almost shuddered to think that could have just as easily been me. I almost fell into that married woman trap.
to be continued……….
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A girl begins to wonder what’s going on at her high school
When a group of young convent girls got stranded on an island, they never would have dreamt that some dark force would turn them in desperate sexual beasts.
Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.
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CONTENT WARNING: This particular story segment contains realistic medical procedures mixed into fictional fetishistic medical procedures, bondage, breath-play, forced-feeding, vomiting, mechanically-assisted masturbation, female orgasm denial, enemas, douching, science-fiction, pharmaceuticals, tentacles, and more.
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Diris followed her commanding officer, Jake, down the hall towards the medical wing. âSirâ she began.
âJakeâ he insisted.
She walked up next to him and spoke, âJake, what do you mean when you say that this procedure is âintrusiveâ?â He didnât slow his pace, âI believe it would be more appropriate if Kaidi explained this to you.â
Before Diris could say anything more, they walked into the medical wing and were promptly greeted by Kaidi. âOfficer Jake, Private Diris, good morning.â Kaidi was the main medical person in the facility. She was somewhat shorter than normal, even for a mouse. Usually she just wore blue scrubs, but today she donned a white apron over them which complimented her white fur. âIâll leave you to your work Doctorâ the officer shook the doctorâs hand, spun on his heel, and walked briskly away, turning the corner out of the medical wing. Kaidi followed him to the double-doors, locking them behind him, and shutting the blinds.
Kaidi paused momentarily to point to a chair in the center of the room âYou can take a seat, Iâll be right with you.â Diris approached the chair. It had massive clusters of lights, steps, supports, levers, and tools surrounding it. It looked like a deformed cross between a gynecology chair and dentist chair. Dubious to its appearance, she instead opted to sit down on the doctorâs stool and gawk over the chairâs many complicated looking instruments. Meanwhile, the doctor was following the wall, closing the blinds on all of the windows in the room, and de-activating a camera in the corner. Once finished, she approached Diris and signaled her to sit in the intricate chair.
Kaidi sat on the stool and began, âThis recliner is a BESA, Biological Exfoliating and Sterilizing Apparatus, but we just call her Bessy.â
Diris smirked, âCute.â
Kaidi continued, âIâm sure Officer Jake gave you the rundown of what weâre doing. You havenât eaten anything for at least twelve hours right?â
Diris responded, âYes, Iâve been fasting since lunch yesterday, but Officer Jake didnât really go into the details.â
Kaidi sighed, âI asked him to explain this to you in entirety.â Kaidi donned a pair of surgical gloves and continued, âIâll give you the short version. Weâre going to administer drugs that are going to cut down the impurities of your sweat, breath, and other bodily secretions to allow you pass through the forest undetected by the bioweapons. Although this drug is very efficient, you will still be contaminated with your previous bodily wastes, so after administration we will need to sterilize every orifice of your body to compensate. Unfortunately, the solutions that co-incide with these procedures contra-indicate general anesthesia.â
Diris lifted an eyebrow.
Kaidi then spoke plainly, âYouâll be enduring six procedures which sterilize your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, lungs and stomach, lower GI tract, and your⊠OTHER nether regions.â
Diris smacked a palm to her forehead and laughed, âSo THATâS why Officer Jake was being so shy about this: Youâre going be âexfoliatingâ my ânether regionsâ.
Kaidi smirked at this comment, âYes.â
âSo uhâŠâ Diris said, sitting straight back in the seat, âFor the sake of privacy, why canât I just⊠brush my teeth, clean my ears, douche myself, etcetera?â
Kaidi laughed, âI think youâll find that these procedures are a LOT more in-depth than a simple douching. But letâs not waste any more time.â Kaidi rolled up Dirisâ sleeve and swabbed an area with alcohol, then without warning pulled out a huge autoinjector and jabbed it into Dirisâ arm. The thick gauged needle shot into her muscle and began injecting its drugs. Diris didnât even flinch.
âSorry about thatâ Kaidi remarked, âBut most people donât react well when they see such a thick needle.â After a few moments, Kaidi withdrew the syringe, and gently kneaded at the injection sight before throwing the spent injector into a special waste bin and saying, âDone.â
âDone?â Diris laughed.
âThe first procedure anyway.â Kaidi reached around behind the chair and rolled an already set up IV bag into Dirisâ view, and began swabbing Dirisâ hand with alcohol.
âWhatâs that?â Diris inquired, pointing at the bag.
âThatâs just saline water. The drug I just administered is an extreme diuretic, so youâre going to start losing a lot of fluids now, thatâs just there to keep you hydrated.â Kaidi expertly stuck Diris with the needle, and soon, saline was slowly dripping into her bloodstream.
âNow we begin the exfoliating processâ She lifted a safety latch on the side of the chair and placed her hand over the button. âPlease place your arms flat on the armrests.â When Diris complied, Kaidi pressed the button, and suddenly steel latches fired out of the chair around Dirisâ wrists, waist, neck, and ankles, immobilizing her. Diris yelped as the cold steel bindings contacted her neck. The chair reclined, and a bright spotlight lit up her face.
Diris fought against the bonds.
âPlease relax Diris, nothing that Iâm going to do is going to hurt youâ Kaidi began flipping a series of switches on the chair, âBut because weâre working so precisely with your eardrums, sinuses, and other delicate areas, itâs very important that you donât move.â Diris begrudgingly elected to relax. Kaidi continued âWeâre going to start from the top and work our way down, beginning with the ears.â
Kaidi pressed a button, and a set of what appeared to be oversized headphones approached Dirisâ face. Kaidi adjusted the size of the would-be headphones to Dirisâ head and said, âIâm beginning the second procedure. This is going to feel very weird, and be very noisy, but it should not hurt. If it does hurt, let me know and weâll stop.â Kaidi flipped a switch, and the device began its work. Not sure what to expect next, Diris clamped her eyes shut. A gush of some sort of bubbling liquid flushed into her ears, and long, soft, circular brushes followed. Suddenly, they began rapidly spinning, contacting every crevice of her ear. Diris wasnât prepared for this and let out a long gentle moan. âOh my god. That feels incredible.â she said, opening her eyes momentarily to see Kaidi evidently laughing at this statement. Diris closed her eyes again and enjoyed the sensations.
After a minute or so, the brushes withdrew from her ears. The device gently heated and dried her, and then fell silent. Kaidi removed the device from Dirisâ head. âHow do your ears feel?â
âAmazing. Cleaner than Iâve ever felt in my life.â She replied.
âNot so bad huh? The ear sterilizer always makes a good first impression.â Kaidi began flipping some switches once more, âThe third procedure cleanses your eyes. This is more straightforward.â With her left hand, Kaidi pulled a visor over Dirisâ eyes and held it there, then flipped one last switch. The visor began to fill with what felt like warm water. âPlease blink your eyes repeatedlyâ Diris did so. Whatever this liquid was, it wasnât water. It felt just like her own tears. After about thirty seconds, the visor emptied, and Kaidi lifted it away from Dirisâ face.
Kaidi grabbed a pen light from her front pocket and checked Dirisâ eyes. âHow do your sinuses feel?â Diris inhaled through her nose âLike I ate a raw pepper.â
âGood, and your eyes look squared away.â Kaidi laughed, she pocketed her pen light then reached far above and detached what looked like some sort of clear gasmask with an elaborate series of tubes sticking out of it âThree down, three to go. This is where the intrusive part starts.â Kaidi attached the mask to Dirisâ face, and adjusted it until it created an airtight seal.
The mask began feeding her air. âDirisâ Kaidi began, âBecause of the⊠alarming nature of what this mask does, itâs best if I instead describe what itâs doing AS itâs happening,â Diris opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted when a surge of warm, slightly salty liquid flooded her mouth.
âThis is a solution of Perfluerocarbonic soap, itâs designed to clean out your stomach and respiratory tract.â
Diris found this very intriguing for a few moments until her need to breathe began to arise. She let out a muffled wine.
âDiris, Perfluerocarbon is a breathable liquid, you need to inhale it.â
Diris gave Kaidi a horrified stare, and refused to exhale.
âIt wonât hurt you Diris. Itâs going to make things easier if you just breathe.â
Diris shook her head no. Kaidi casually sat down on the stool, âSo be it. Youâll have to breathe eventually.â
Diris desperately shook her snout around in a vain attempt to throw the mask off of her face to breathe. Her need to breathe grew critical, and in a few moments, a tiny stream of air was released against her will, which was visually demonstrated when it was sucked up through one of the tubes.
Kaidi stood up and placed her hand on Dirisâ shoulder, âThatâs it Diris, donât fight it.â
Then all at once, Diris had no choice but to release all of the air in her lungs. With no air left in her lungs, she gave one last pleading look into Kaidiâs red eyes before sharply inhaling.
In that split second, her throat closed. The dragonessâ eyeâs clenched, and she violently writhed. âDonât panic. Youâve simply held your breath too long and your body thinks it is drowning. Your trachea is closing, but the solution will force it to dilate in a moment.â
Diris was too immersed in her own world of discomfort to comprehend this. She continued squirming in place when she felt the fluid seeping into her windpipe, and in an instant, she felt everything open up and relax, the liquid flowing freely into her lungs.
âBreath with me Diris. In.â Kaidi inhaled deeply, âOutâ Kaidi exhaled. âInâ She inhaled, âOutâ She exhaled. Diris came to her senses enough to follow these instructions, and with Kaidiâs coaching, soon began to calm down.
âFirst time is always tougher for some than othersâ Kaidi smiled, âItâs kind of like teaching a kid to open their eyes underwater. For some, itâs no problem, but others will fight it tooth and nail, yet when they finally do it, they find out that itâs not that big of a deal.â
Diris was still engulfed with the relief of being able to breath. The warm liquid felt heavy to move, but had an unusually soothing effect on her lungs. Kaidi turned a valve, and one of the unused tubes pumped a pinkish liquid into the solution. As Diris began inhaling this, she felt another sensation.
âYou should start feeling an intense urge to swallow. This is normal, go along with it.â This time, Diris put up no resistance, and began swallowing vast amounts of the liquid. Curiously, swallowing it felt pleasurable, and each gulp felt more satisfying than the last. Once her stomach became bloated with the solution Kaidi turned this solution off, and Dirisâ urge to swallow went away.
Diris stayed in this condition for about five minutes. Kaidi stepped on a button, and the chair stood itself up, âAlright, now the tricky part. Itâs better if I explain this to you now.â Diris opened her eyes and glared attentively at Kaidi. âIâm going to count to three, and then hit this lever.â She motioned to a white lever, âThe mask is going to fill with air. When this happens, I need you to cough forcefully. Iâll then hit this leverâ She motioned to a green lever, âand it will release a gas that will make you feel nauseous. Donât fight the nausea. If you just go along with it, it will be the most pleasant regurgitation youâve ever had.â Diris nodded her head. âOkay. One. Two. Threeâ Kaidi threw the first switch, and the liquid was rapidly displaced with dry air. Diris began coughing, and as the air touched her windpipe, the stinging sensation encouraged her to cough even harder. Once she had coughed up most of the fluid, Kaidi flipped the second lever, and in the next moment, Diris was spewing up the fluid from her stomach. It came up effortlessly, and it wasnât the least bit unpleasant. Once her bloated stomach emptied, the gas stopped, and Dirisâ lungs had completely drained, Kaidi detached the mask from Dirisâ face.
Kaidi began set up the next procedure âFour out of six down. Not so bad huh?â Diris gently nodded, still recovering from the ordeal. âHang in there. Just two more traumatizing procedures and youâll get to go slogging through the hot, humid, poison-ivy ridden, raptor-infested forest.â Diris couldnât help but chuckle at this comment.
Kaidi held a nozzle in one hand, âThis next procedure is going to cleanse your lower GI tract⊠itâs a simple enema with a not-so-simple solution. Of course, I need to remove your pants to do this.â
âOkay.â Diris stated begrudgingly.
Kaidi flipped two switches, and in one smooth motion, the chair reclined, her legs were spread apart, and a dozen or so robotic forceps descended from the ceiling and stripped off her lower ACUs, and her panties. Diris rolled her eyes, âSo this is what our tax dollars are fundingâ Kaidi burst into laughter. âIâm pretty sure you know how this works.â Kaidi began, âthereâs no discreet way of doing this. Iâm going to fill your bowels with a chemical that is going to completely sterilize it. Iâll need you to hold this for thirty seconds, and then release it. Donât worry about the floor.â
âLetâs get this over withâ said Diris, who turned her head away from Kaidi.
Kaidi handed a nozzle to one of the robotic forcepts, which then proceeded to insert it into Dirisâ rectum. This made Diris wince. She had received an enema only once before, and was not accustom to this sort of thing. The nozzle began pumping fluid into her intestines, and in about a minute, Dirisâ belly was inflated to twice its size.
âPhew⊠How much more is there?â Diris was feeling the pressure.
âDoneâ Kaidi responded. The robotic forceps pulled the nozzle out of her rectum, and reclaimed their rightful place, hanging from the ceiling.
Kaidi began tracking her watch. With the nozzle now removed from her tailhole, Diris strained to retain the liquid. The time ticked by slowly, but eventually, she was told she could relax. The clear, oily solution gushed out of her like a gardening hose, and in a few moments, her belly returned to its normal size. Pipes from above began spraying some sort of soapy solution to the floor that was re-directing the bowel solution to a nearby drain.
âOne last procedure Diris.â Kaidi stopped what she was doing and spun slowly in place, taking a moment to ensure that all of the windows in the room were indeed covered. âAs you know, your body naturally gives off minute levels of pheromones and other odorous materials via the genitals.â Kaidi sat down on her stool, âThe natural lubricant of your vaginal walls can be addressed rather simply. However, although the drugs administered have halted the production of this fluid, the glands that provide this lubrication are still somewhat saturated. Simply put, we need to get the last bit of that lubricant out.â
âOkayâŠâ Diris said, with an uncertain look on her face. âAnd how is that accomplished?â
Kaidi hesitated, and then said in a hushed tone, âSexual arousalâ.
Dirisâ eyes shot wide open. âOh.â
There was a silence.
Finally, Diris laughed and said, âWell I sure as hell donât think itâs going to happen with my arms clamped to this chair.â
âRight of course, I intend on freeing up your arms, but you wonât be doing this stimulation yourself.â
The not-so-surprised dragoness replied, âSo whoâs the lucky robot?â
âWell, Iâm glad you askedâ Kaidi stood up and approached the chair once more, lifting a safety latch, and pressing a large red button. Suddenly, the clamps around her arms and neck withdrew themselves, the back of the chair pushed her forwards, and then completely detached and escalated to the ceiling. With her legs and waist still bound, the seat underneath her began to shift and transform until it fit the contours of her body. The position of the leg clamps shifted, bringing her to a kneeling position over what ergonomically resembled a motorcycle seat, complete with handles. Diris grabbed the apparent handles and balanced herself. Now kneeling on the seat, a portion of the padding opened up, forming a seal around her vulva.
Kaidi sat down on her stool, and in front of her, a floor tile moved to the side, and a large keyboard arose from it. She pressed a power button on it, and suddenly a large holographic screen appeared in front of her. After cracking her knuckles, she started typing something in, and Dirisâ vital signs showed up on the hologram.
âCurrently, your Bartholin saturation, or âB-Satâ level is forty-six percent. To be completely scentless, we want that to be less than half of a percent.â Kaidi was typing quickly as she talked, âThe machine is going to do all the work. It will sexually arouse you, bring you to the peak of sexual arousal, hold you there, and finally, allow you to climax.â
Diris lowered her head slightly, âDo I HAVE to climax?â
Kaidi responded, âWell⊠Technically, no.â
In a serious tone Diris said, âIâd rather not have an orgasm in front of youâŠâ
Kaidi laughed and said, âThe choice is yours⊠but I think youâll see things very differently later on⊠Thereâs a very good reason it brings you to orgasm.â
âUh-huhâŠâ Diris gave an indifferent glare. She leaned one arm casually on the supportive bar. âLetâs get this over with then.â
As Kaidi finished typing in a few last lines of commands, Diris began checking her nails and said, âI donât see how this thingâs going to arouse me anyway. Iâm totally turned off right now.â
Kaidi entered one last command, hovered her finger over the keyboard, and made one final comment, âYouâll seeâ before tapping the confirm button.
Suddenly, a gush of warm gooey liquid filled her cavity, which was quickly followed by two, powerful, somewhat tentacle-like appendages.
Near instantaneously, Diris yelped. âOh GOD!â The embarrassed dragoness clamped her claws over her blushing snout in an attempt to muffle her moans.
âI see youâre the noisy type.â Kaidi wasnât expecting that reaction, and tried to keep a straight face, âItâs okay, feel free to vocalize if you wish.â
The appendages rubbed, flexed, pushed, and sucked at every inch of her walls. The sensations were incredible, and Diris struggled to contain herself, âKaidi! Ah! Kaidi, if⊠if this is automatic, do you HAVE to be here?!â
With a somewhat sympathetic look on her face, Kaidi nodded her head and explained, âAfraid so. Although this machine detects vital signs and sexual arousal on a level of cellular accuracy, unmonitored, the neuron-sensitizing effects of the fluid, combined with the physical stimulation of the exfoliating appendages have been known to cause people with pre-existing heart conditions to go into ventricular fibrillation during the second stage of-â
âKAIDI!â Diris yelled. âI donât need the long-winded version! I donât have any heart problems, may I PLEASE have some privacy?!â
âSorry Diris.â Kaidi shook her head, âI have to follow protocol.â
At this point, Diris was partially curled into a ball, with her snout buried in her arms in an attempt to muffle her moans. The overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations made her want to cry out.
âNow now, thereâs no need to be bashful Diris, Iâm a professionalâ Kaidi said in an assuring voice. âJust close your eyes and do what comes natural.â
Diris struggled for a few moments longer before breaking down. She closed her eyes, grabbed the handlebars, and let it all out. With every twist and tug of the tentacles, an ecstatic moan followed. âOh YES!â She bellowed, âOh⊠GOD yes!â Diris had never felt a sexual pleasure this intense before, and it didnât take long before she felt her orgasm imminent. âIâm gonna…!â Diris gasped, bracing herself for the orgasm, but just when she was about to slip over the edge, the tentacles slowed their movement instantly. Diris needily bucked her hips against the tentacles, but she couldnât move much more than an inch.
Diris opened her eyes and shot a desperate, confused glance at Kaidi.
âIâm sorry Diris. But your B-Sat level is five and a half percent. It needs to be under half of a percent before I can let you orgasm.â
Dirisâ body shuddered. Longing for the sensations to continue, she asked âHow long will this take?â
âA few minutesâ
âCan you speed it up?!â
âIâm afraid not.â
Diris tried to relax and get a grip over her senses, but whenever she began to calm down, the teasing tentacles would pick up speed, bringing her again to the edge, but not letting her orgasm. When the tentacles slowed to a crawl, it felt like time followed.
Kaidi continued to observe the hologram, âYour B-Sat is at two percent.â
A few more moments passed before Dirisâ eyes began to well up in tears, âKaidi! Please! I canât take it!â Diris was squirming, desperately trying to grind against the tantalizingly slow movements of the tentacles.
âYouâre going to be okay Diris, just hang in there, youâre already at one percent.â
Dirisâ thoughts were spinning. She ached so badly for release, her vision was going out of focus.
âPLEASE!â She shrieked.
âPoint seven five percent Diris, youâre doing good.â
A thick glob of saliva stretched out of Dirisâ mouth. She let out a long, frustrated groan, and then began savagely clawing at the machine under her. This frustrated her even more. She grew nauseous and soon began vomiting, covering the handle bars with the pink solution from the previous procedures.
Though sympathetic, Kaidi took no particular alarm to this behavior, âPoint five five percent, just a few more seconds…â
Diris brought her arms to her body, her fingers contorted.
âPoint four nine Diris. Youâre done.â
Dirisâ face lit up like she had just seen an angel.
âI can allow you to orgasm now, or we can rev the system down to spare you the embarrassment of-â
âPLEASE.â Diris squealed in an undignified manner. âLET ME CUMâ
Kaidi began typing something in and began, âOkay. If youâd like, I can set it up so I can remotely start it in the other room to give you some privacy.â
âPLEASE, NOW! IâM BEGGING YOU!â Tears poured down Dirisâ face.
With no further delay, Kaidi briskly entered a line of code and pressed enter.
Suddenly, the tentacles began to speed up their motions, and in a matter of moments Dirisâ orgasm hit her full throttle. She clenched the handle bars and released a sharp cry. Her walls convulsed viciously around the tentacly appendages, and each contraction brought on an unprecedented wave of pleasure: An orgasm so intense, that it made up for every moment of the torturous ordeal. It continued to carry on for well over half a minute before finally beginning to taper down. The panting dragoness collapsed on the handlebars, eyes closed, every muscle in her body relaxing in the aftermath. She flinched slightly as the apparatus around her vulva released the seal, and the cleansing solution audibly gushed outwards.
âWeâre done Diris. Iâll show you to the recovery chamber.â
The clamps around Dirisâ legs and waist withdrew into the machine. Now free from her bonds, Diris dismounted the machine and attempted to follow Kaidi, but her weakened, shaky knees began to give out. Kaidi clapped her hands twice, and a number of familiar robotic forceps caught her in midair, scooped her up, and cradled her, being careful to preserve the IV bag which still fed her fluids.
The forceps gingerly carried her to, and then placed her into a pill-shaped glass chamber that was just large enough to house her body. The chamber door closed and the robotic forceps retracted back into the ceiling.
Kaidi approached the chamber, âSoon youâll be inhaling a gas that will put you to sleep, and sterilize your skin. Iâll then inject you with nutrients lost from the procedure. You will awaken in an hour. Enjoy your nap Diris.â
Even before the anesthetic gasses began to seep into the chamber, Diris closed her eyes, and began to drift off into a pleasant slumber.
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CONTENT WARNING: This particular writing segment contains perceivable rape, orgasm denial, science-fiction, legal irresponsibility, curse word usage, pharmaceutical usage, and firearm usage.
The white mouse yawned as she walked along the wall of her clinic, closing the blinds. She was used to much busier days, but with the facility in partial-lockdown and all experimentation under arrest, she was only rarely called for assignments, and even then, they tended to be brief. Sheâd been cooped up far too long in this building. Everyone had been. Ever since the earthquake knocked out their communication systems over a month before, theyâve been out of contact with friends and family overseas. Not that they were allowed much contact anyway. Such is the nature of working for the military on an artificial island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They werenât equipped to deal with long-term isolation, so with the incoming shortage of food limiting choices, authority figures, such as Officer Jake, could no longer pull the wool over the eyes of its workers. This was a serious situation, and now, everyone knew it. Although loyalty remained strong, morale had begun to sink and the chain of command grew increasingly less formal.
At last closing the final set of blinds, Dr. Kaidi turned her head to view the BESA unit, a chair specializing in organic sterilization and stimulation. She walked up to its control panel, and began typing a series of commands, shutting down the various stages of the chair. Before deactivating the final sequence, she took a moment to take off her lab coat. The heat in the medical wing had a way of fluctuating wildly, and she felt a bit overheated. With just her blue scrubs on, she reached into her lab coat for the clinicâs keys, before placing them in her pocket and pressing her attention again to the control panel. Her bored mind began to drift into a daydream, and she thought of her last patient, Private Diris, a female dragoness with what Kaidi felt was a stunning figure. But of course, Kaidi was a professional, and would never express such a thing to a patient. Still, Kaidi had never performed the sterilization procedure on a female before, a procedure which entailed bringing the patient to the brink of orgasm, keeping them there for some time, and then allowing them to orgasm. She was very surprised to see the dragonessâ ecstatic reaction. âIs the procedure that pleasurable for ALL women?â she pondered.
She thought about what it would be like to go through the procedure herself, but alas, she didnât work in the geneticâs department, thus, there would never be a need for her to undergo it. She sighed, her eyes drifting to the floor, when something incredibly obvious suddenly struck her, âEven Officer Jake, our head of security, is breaking protocol in these trying timesâŠâ she turned around, glancing towards the blinded windows before quickly looking back at the floor. âNo⊠I canât do thatâ she said in a hushed tone under her breath. Normally her work keeps her busy enough to keep her mind off of her sexual interests, but sheâd been understandably pent up what with the lack of activity in the medical wing. Her mind began to justify things. When would she ever get an opportunity like this again? This isnât half as bad as what Officer Jakeâs doing, and who would find out anyway? A naughty grin cut from the corner of her mouth.
She spun around in place, double-checking the windows. The doors closed, the windows blocked, and the room completely soundproof, the obtuse solitude comforted her. No one holds a card authorized to open the door in this room but her. A gentle surge of adrenaline sent a shiver down her spine. She was really gonna do this, and frankly, she was psyched. Turning towards the control panel, she expertly entered a series of complex commands. She had never operated this machine remotely before, so she wanted to make sure it was as easy and straightforward as possible. She picked up the remote from underneath the hologram and cycled through the sequences. She had managed to set it up to the single press of a button. The first sequence locks her in place, the second places the chair into its stimulation mode, the third begins her stimulation, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm but no further, the fourth sets the machine in full throttle stimulation, and the final sequence revs the system down and removes the binding latches. Even if something went wrong, she could halt everything with voice commands. She even bound a kill-switch button on the remote, just in case. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.
As the doctor approached the chair, she glanced over her shoulder at the windows and door once more to alleviate her paranoia. She removed her scrub pants, and then her panties, neatly folding them before placing them on the floor. As she sat in the BESA chair, her heart began to race. She warded off her guilt with justifiable sensibilities. After all, would it not be beneficial for her patients if she had some experience with this procedure first-hand? Now seated in place, she pressed the button on her remote. Steel latches shot out of the chair, binding her wrists, waist, neck, and ankles. She pressed the button again, and the latches around her wrists and neck retracted. With her legs and waist still bound, the seat underneath her began to shift and transform until it fit the contours of her body. The position of the leg clamps shifted, bringing her to a kneeling position over what ergonomically resembled a motorcycle seat, complete with handles. Kaidi grabbed one of the handles with her free hand to balanced herself. Now kneeling on the seat, a portion of the padding opened up, forming a seal around her vulva.
The deed imminent, Kaidi closed her eyes and constituted herself before pressing the button once more. Though expecting it, Kaidi let out a sharp squeak as her cavity was instantly filled with a warm, gooey fluid, which was followed by two, powerful, somewhat tentacle-like appendages. She went quiet, tranquilized by the lovely sensations as every milimeter of her innards were rubbed and sucked by each calculated twist and thrust of the tentacles. Forgetting to breathe for the moment, she let out a long wavy sigh before inhaling sharply, feeling her excitement grow exponentially. She knew it had to be good, but not this good. It was clear that at this rate that it wouldnât be long before she approached her orgasm. Her breathing grew more and more labored, her sighs making way for pants. The tentacles picked up their pace. Their slick, smooth surface lacked texture, but made up for it ten times over in behavior. They adapted, knowing exactly what was and wasnât getting her off. She couldnât possibly instruct them more efficiently herself. Kaidi let out a long, soft moan that echoed gently against the large walls of the room as she neared her orgasm. She knew the machine wouldnât allow her to orgasm until she pressed the button again, but she didnât dwell on the remote. She didnât expect to, nor would she want to, stay on the edge as long as her previous patient, Diris, did, but she was certainly curious to what her own personal limits were.
Approaching ever so close to climax, the mouse inhaled deeply and clenched her hands, one around the handle-bar, one around the remote. The appendages did not slow down, and for a moment, she thought that they were unintentionally going to drive her over the edge. Her back arched and her eyes clamped shut, when just before the edge of orgasm, the tentacles stopped instantaneously, and entirely. Her eyes shot open, and with her heart racing, she teetered perfectly on the edge of orgasm. Instinctively, her hips rocked into the machine, but could not move enough for any stimulation. After a few seconds, the appendages every so gingerly began to squirm, keeping her right on the brink. Sheâd known that this machine was designed to keep the patient on the edge of orgasm, but she had no idea that it would be this close. Her thoughts shot back to Diris, who had been in this state for over ten minutes, and here, Kaidi was feeling overwhelmed in less than ten seconds. Kaidi checked her watch, compelled to keep going as long as she could. She then grabbed the bar once more, desperately grinding as much as she could into the machine. For what felt like eternity, she held on for as long as she could, but soon, she began to shake in uncomfortable longing. She checked her watch, âTwo minutes, thirty seconds?!â she thought to herself. She could hardly believe how close she was. She yearned desperately for the tentacles to return to their original pace. To press the button and let go. Relief. At the very least, she wished the tentacles would back off of her edging a bit, rather than dancing with her nerve endings like a hair trigger. Her mind screamed for release as she quivered, the sloth of time taking its toll. Her eyes began to well up with tears, blurring her vision as, once more, she checked her watch. Three minutes, forty-five seconds. Defeated, it was clear to her why patients were bound the way they were. A seemingly infinite number of moments later, she checked her watch one last time. Four minutes, five seconds. Unable to bear one more second of this torture, she at last pressed the button.
With no hesitation, the tentacles picked up pace to full speed, and near-instantaneously, Kaidi was thrown over the edge, her hands and feet contorting as her climax hit her full throttle. Her vent clenched powerfully around the appendages in rhythm with the pulses of pleasure encompassing her body. Her back arched and each wave of pleasure was followed by an ecstatic cry. Her mind was swimming in euphoria, and her muscles contracted in response. The utter intensity enticed her toes to curl and her hands to clench. It went on for what felt like a full minute before she finally began to calm down, and the stimulation from the tentacles began to grow uncomfortable.
Thoroughly satisfied, she pressed the last button, designed to power the machine off. The machine kept up its vigorous rate. Kaidi waited a moment and then pressed the button again but the tentacles continued at their pace. Now in the refractory mode of her post-orgasmic state, the pleasure made way for pain. Now squirming in the increasing discomfort, she glared down at the remote to find that it was slightly damaged. “Oh shit” the otherwise well-mannered mouse spouted. She must have accidentally crushed it during her orgasm. She let out a pained squeek as the machine continued at its relentless pace. This was becoming seriously painful. She shook the remote and continued hitting the button, trying to get it to stop, and it wasn’t long before the sensations began to grow unbearable. âB-Bessy. Cycle the next s-sequence!â she stammered. A professional, mildly robotic female voice echoed through the room âIâm sorry, but this action requires higher control privileges.â Writhing, the doctorâs voice stammers again, âIâm the highest ranking m-medical personnel in the facility! Run a v-voice analyses!â The computer responds once more in its usual, flat yet happy tone, âThe medical division of the BWG, Bureau of Weaponized Genetics, apologizes for any confusion on this matter, and would be happy to clarify for you: All personnel, military, medical, or otherwise, forfeit their rank and permissions during any Class A sanitation or Class B or greater sterilizing procedure in order to mitigate any attempts to interfere with the procedure. We understand that this procedure can be uncomfortable. Please refer any further questions to the doctor. Thank you.â Kaidi wouldnât have believed it if she didnât hear it with her own, long and rounded ears. âI AM the doctor! Doctor Kaidi!â Her toes curled as she let out a long, uneven squeal. âHello Dr. Kaidi. Please refer any further questions to the doctor supervising your procedure.â Her legs pushed against the bonds, trying to separate herself from the machine, but it was in vain. There was no physical way out of this contraption and she knew it. Her eyes began to well up in tears and with a shaken voice, she cried out for help to anyone who may be standing in the halls, but this too was in vain. She writhed in place as the machine mercilessly tenderized her innards. She dug her fingernails into the side of the remote and tried to pry it open. After some nerve-racking struggling, she discovered that the internal damage was much worse than hinted by the exterior. Wires were torn, solder was knocked out of place, and there was a giant crack through the circuit-board. It was apparent that even if she could concentrate enough to fix this, she didn’t have the tools to do it. Her shaking paw placed the remote back into her lab coat pocket and she began scouring her pockets for anything that could help her. Pens, pencils, a notepad, and a sound recorder… useless. Tears began to obstruct her vision as she continued to cry out for help. She was already completely out of ideas. She thought the edging was unbearable, but this was so much worse. She felt like her mind was going to split open. âBessy! H-how long will this c-continue if not interrupted?!â the patronizingly happy voice responded, âYour B-Sat levels are at eighty nine point three three percent. Standard protocol requires less than zero point five zero percent B-Sat levels to conclude the procedure. Your current rate of B-Sat level decline is zero point zero zero percent per minute. At this rate, it will take ERROR minutes to complete the procedure. The procedure shall run until your B-Sat levels are under zero point five zero percent or until the facility power is completely drained. At this rate, the procedure is due to continue for approximately six hundred twenty eight years, thirty four days, eight hours, thirteen minutes, and thirty seconds, accurate within a fifteen second calibration.â The doctor began to catastrophically lose her constitution. âLet me out of this thing you stupid fucking cunt!â
As time passed, the doctor’s hope was beginning to dwindle, and she was in too much distress to try to formulate a new plan out. As the frenzied mouse tugged hopelessly at the machine, she heard a hopeful thud coming from the door, and she let out an uneven cry, “HELP!” The distinct beep of a keycard being flashed at the lock echoed through the room, and there appeared the husky officer, with a first aid duffel bag in hand. “O-Officer J-Ja-Jake!” the mouse stammered with just as much relief as embarrassment. “You left your security camera on! Are you okay?!” the blushing officer replied, closing the door behind him and propping it closed with the duffel bag as the rodent squealed, “Turn this thing off!”. The husky briskly walked to the holographic monitor and glared at the screen. “P-please! Cycle the next sequence! Turn it off!” the doctor cried, her words beginning to slurr. âUh, BESA, cycle the next sequence.â Jake had no idea how to operate a BESA. The cheery voice responds once more, âIâm sorry Officer, but only medical personnel are authorized to operate specialized equipment.â âTurn it off manually!â the mouse cried “How?!” the husky replied, who was faced with a complicated looking command prompt. The mouse stuttered and squealed as she tried to explain the commands to turn it off, but given the complexity of the code and the inexperience of Jake, very little progress was being made. This continued for nearly a minute before the doctor, arms clenched to her body and fingers contorted, began to hyperventilate, and couldn’t formulate complete sentences. “Doctor, you’re not making any sense, it’s asking for your fingerprint, I can’t get any further.” Desperately as she try, she could not explain how to bypass it.
The husky moved away from the hologram and approached the machine. With Kaidi still trembling and crying terribly, the officer withdrew a multi-tool and tried to pry the steel bindings apart, but the steel bars were too thick; it was clear that the pliers would break before the bars. Suddenly Kaidi had an idea. “J-J-Jake- grab the- over in- an autoinjector..” Kaidi couldn’t formulate a straight answer and Jake was on his knees prying, hardly paying attention anyway. Kaidi grabbed Jake by his shirt with a deathgrip, and heaved him to his feet with a strength disproportional to her size, held him facing her, then released one hand to point to a shelf opposite of the room. Upon releasing him, he darted to the shelf and opened its’ drawer. Inside were combat shots. Jake was quite familiar with these, autoinjectors filled with adrenaline, dopamine, and a bunch of other feel-good chemicals, but he wasn’t quite sure what she wanted them for. He ponderously crept back to Kaidi with the shot in hand, “Doctor, what do you expect to do with-” the mouse interrupted him, snatching the autoinjector out of his hand, and with no hesitation, uncapped it and drove it into her leg. The officer refrained from spouting something about how that was against protocol and simply stood there dumbfounded. In a matter of seconds, Kaidi stopped crying and let out a long sigh of relief. “What the hell was that?” barked the husky. Kaidi, now panting pleasurably replied, “Dopamine… cancels out the refractory period after orgasm.. Turns the pain back into pleasure.” The husky, somewhat relieved to see the doctor in substantially less discomfort, relaxed a bit. “Okay, so how do I disengage this thing.” Kaidi let out a long, gentle moan. “Doctor Kaidi?” the husky inquired again. The mouse, not sure what to say, ignored him. The pleasure back, she didn’t want it to stop now. With the chemically induced arousal, it felt even better than before. “Kaidi!” the husky barked. “I’m sorry! Please just give me a minute!” The mouse was feeling too much pleasure to even feel the embarrassment of the officer looking at her. Officer Jake glanced around the room, making sure everything was closed before facing Kaidi once more. Heâd always been obtusely bashful (one may call it his Achilles heel), needless to say, he wasnât quite sure what he was supposed to be saying right now, so he just kept his muzzle shut.
For some time, the officer thought the worst part of this moment was figuring out what to say at the end of all this. That is, until he noticed her vital signs. Over 170 beats per minute and climbing. He was no doctor, nor a medic, but he knew enough to know that that wasnât right. âKaidi!â he hollered with urgency, âYour heartâs going way too fast! You have to tell me how to turn this off, NOW!â Kaidi, lost in her own world of ecstasy, couldnât form a response even if she wanted to. She was visibly hyperventilating, and quite entranced. As Jake fussed with the controls, Kaidiâs demeanor changed. She was shaking, and writhing, clearly in pleasure, but her posture pointed and she looked fatigued and uncomfortable. Her heart rate nearing two hundred beats per minute, Jake drew his gun from his holster, âFuck this.â Before firing several rounds into the power supply of the machine, ensuing a series of sparks and cracks before finally, catastrophic shutoff. The machineâs latches gave out and a panting mouse stepped off of it, and clearly dizzy, leaned against the BESA, âYouâre okay now, just try to relax.â Jake turned around and picked up her clothes before facing her again, only to find her fingers buried deep in her vent, feverishly trying to work herself to orgasm, âNnnnggg! This isnât enough!â Jake approached her and grabbed her arm, âKaidi, you need to get a grip! You need to calm your body!â, Kaidi opened her eyes momentarily before locking eyes with the husky, âA grip you say?â, suddenly, she pulled her dripping hand away from her crotch, and planted it onto Jakeâs. The officer let out a comically high-pitched yelp before stepping back, moving his hands to his block his bulge, âKaidi, no! You need to-â âWhat I need right now, officer, is help! Please Jake, I need it, deep, and hard!â she lunged once again for his crotch at which point he jolted backwards before stuttering, âBESA, restrain her!â briskly, over a dozen robotic forceps descended from the ceiling and held the mouse in place, âBessy! Doctorâs clearance! Restrain HIM!â, the forceps hesitated then began to obey. âSecurity clearance. Restrain her.â The husky growled. Like a child caught between two parents, the forceps peeked left and right between the options before opting to obey. The mouse shouted quickly âJakeâs indicated to me that he wants to kill himself and intends on acting on it, Iâm vocally signing a 302 warrant!â the husky tilted his head, âWait wha-â in an instant, the forceps plowed at maximum speed against the broad-figured canine, pinning him on the ground and disarming him of his gun and knife in one smooth, fierce movement. With incredible grace, Kaidi leapt onto Jakeâs lap, âDonât fight it Jakeâ she said as she eagerly undid his zipper like a birthday present (and itâs not even her birthday) âYou keep saying noâŠâ without even reaching in, the huskyâs large member ejected like a spring outward, ââŠbut your raging hard on screams yes!â, Jakeâs struggle against the powerful forceps appeared pathetic. He wasnât moving an inch more than the machine wanted him to, âKaidi! Donât do this!â she placed her fingers against her wrist for a few seconds and let go, âMy heart-rate is fine now. I really need this!â Jake growled, âThis isnât how I wanted to do this!â, Kaidi laughed, positioning her vent over his thick girth, âAnd how would you have preferred it?â Jake went silent as Kaidi toyed with her pleasure button. She gawked at his length, most impressive, as is quite apparent even with his pants on. She gently slid her slit against his length, teasing herself even more, before finally looking up at Jake, who remained silent, his head turned to the side. Suddenly, she realized she somehow sprung a note with that comment. âJake⊠how would you have preferred it?â Jake let out a long, shuddering exhale, âIâve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you to dinner some timeâŠâ Kaidi froze for a moment. Jake looked up, âYouâre intelligent, kind, and very level-headed. Iâve felt way out of my league.â Kaidi remained knelt motionless for just a moment longer, the silence being broken only by the consistent sparking of the late BESA. But soon, a warm smile met her face, and she suddenly grabbed his broad jawline, pulling his head forward, before locking into a kiss. A few moments into this embrace, and Jake suddenly went very limp. Upon separation, Kaidi whispered, âIâm sorry Jake, if this isnât what you want. I really need this. Please, youâre a good man⊠Try to enjoy this.â Clearly not making any progress, Jake elected not to continue fighting. Kaidi restrained herself no longer; in one smooth movement she mounted the full length of his pulsing girth. Jake exhaled a gentle sigh of pleasure. At this reaction, Kaidi locked eyes with Jake momentarily before he turned away. She closed her eyes and let her body do what came natural. Her fingers explored her clitoral hood as she rode the husky, at first slow and smooth, but quickly picking up in pace. Jake turned to face her, and he noticed her eyes were now shut, lost in the moment of their connection. Jake let out another long sigh, and almost like clockwork, Kaidi picked up the pace yet again. She bobbed on his member, grinding and thrusting. As pent up as Kaidi was, it wasnât long before she felt her second orgasm coming on. She began sighing, vocally, enjoying the freedom of going at her own pace, when a Jakeâs soft voice broke itâs silence, âKaidi?â he said hesitantly, âIâm closeâŠâ he said, his eyes clamped. Kaidi smiled, âImpeccable timing, Officer.â As Jakeâs breathing accelerated, Kaidiâs orgasm hit her full-throttle. Her loud cries echoed off the walls as her walls clamped mercilessly around Jakeâs length, driving him over the edge, he unleashed a loud howl which actually managed to startle the rodent. In unison climax, he pumped rope after rope of his thick seed deep within, and just as his howl ended, so too did her pleasurable writhe, and she collapsed onto his chest.
After a few moments, the gravity of what Kaidi had done begun to sink in. âIâm so sorry JakeâŠâ The officer, hardly in a graceful position, still breathing heavily, replied, âItâs okay Kaidi.â Kaidi pulled herself off of his length, his investment neatly sealed within her. âNo Jake, itâs not.. Iâm sorry. I canât reverse this 302 warrant without two other medical staff here to authorize it. Youâll be pinned here until I go do that. This could cost both of our careers.â Jake smiled for a moment, then laughed for another, at the confusion of the rodent, who was now replacing her clothes. âBESA, activate martial clearance, and pardon Officer Jake.â âVoice analyses confirmed. Greetings Officer Jake. Pardoning: Officer Jake.â The forceps retracted into the ceiling, leaving Jake to take the opportunity to tuck himself back into his pants. Kaidiâs jaw dropped, âYou could have gotten out of that at any timeâŠâ Jake smiled, âIt would be pretty silly if the head of security of a BWG grid didnât have authorization to modify and pardon warrants. 302-type warrants arenât rare among soldiers you know.â He approached the jaw-drooped mouse, and snatched her hand. âSo⊠Would you like to have lunch some time?â Kaidi smiled, âI thought youâd never ask.â Lacing her fingers with his, she faced the BESA. âLooks like none of the fine-tuned equipment was damaged⊠but that power supply is quite literally shot to hell. Thatâs going to be a pain for the engineers.â Kaidi stepped closer to the husky, resting her head on his should, âYeah,â the husky let out an airy laugh, âDiris is gonna be pretty pissed.â
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So I got stuck with how I wanted to continue my previous story, so instead I decided to write something that I found more fun to write, please tell me if it’s as interesting to read. As usual, the intro has little sex, but I plan on making the second part more “Action-y”