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I stumble into bed and press my face into a pillow. I believe what just happened. I…I’ve never been able to feel pleasure with a partner before, any of my human partners. I even thought I was asexual.
I never thought a sexual connection like this was possible for me. Now, all I want to do is run back to door number one and let Sylvan fuck me out of my mind again.
But I can’t do that. I am working here; I need to take care of the test subjects, but not in this way.
It takes a long time for my body to settle down–my pussy is still twitching with the aftershocks of so many orgasms, my throat feels stretched and sore in the best possible way.
And it’s almost like Sylvan rearranged my insides too, to make room for him.
But finally, I feel calm enough to get up, take a long shower, and then collapse back into bed for the night. I can’t eat anything; I feel like my whole stomach is still full of Sylvan’s semen.
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after waking up horny and wet from another intense dream about Sylvan–I get dressed, do my hair, and leave the apartment. I still can’t eat anything.
“Miss Woods,” Mr. Sire hands me a glass-“you know the drill.”
“It’s blue now,” I say in confusion as I take the glass and gulp it down. “And it tastes sweeter.” This one’s almost palatable, though it has a tinge of the sickly–sweetness of cough syrup.
“Each beverage is tailored to match each subject. And since you will meet subject number two today, you will need a new drink.
“Good luck with Number Two. I’m sure you will find him… chattier than the last.” Mr. Sire grins and points to the door.
Warily, I put the glass on the desk and head out into the now–familiar hallway.
The clinic’s sign is turned off again; I wonder where Richard is. Didn’t he say I could always come and ask him things?
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Then again, I can’t imagine putting any of my questions into words right now. Maybe it’s better not to have to face anyone right now.
Just as I get out of the locker room, though–wearing the weird, Middle–Eastern–style, half–transparent skirt and bra that I found in locker number two–the sign above the clinic turns on and the door opens.
“Cat, please.” Richard smiles at me and waves me into the room. “Come in. I’ve received the blood from Number One. I’m in awe of how quickly you got that bonked off your list.”
I flinch a little at the expression. “He was very cooperative,” I say simply.
“I’m sure,” Richard replies. He points to the machine. “Would you get in there again? We need to test you for any infection you might have caught.”
I eye the machine warily. I’m already worked up this morning; I don’t need the laser to malfunction and start messing with my privates again. But with little choice, I climb inside.
“I have fixed the mechanism, but this time you will need to be strapped into place, so don’t worry,” Richard explains as he shuts the door.
Sure enough, I feel cold, metallic straps snaking along my thighs and arms, pulling them up and spreading them. Maybe they are checking my muscle
function?
Then I feel a slight tickle between my legs. But Richard said the machine was fixed! Maybe it’s just the aftermath of my time with Sylvan; I’ve been feeling phantom twinges down there on and off since last night.
Great. The last thing I need is for the machine to somehow sense my arousal. I don’t move any muscles in my face, trying not to give anything away.
“Perfect, you’re done.” Richard lets me out again and smiles. “I’m sure you’ll be done with Number Two in no time as well!”
I simply nod and leave the clinic. I’m feeling very exposed, and this weird outfit doesn’t make it better. Only now do I realize that Richard could probably see my nipples that whole time through the gauzy material of my
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I sigh and go to the door across from Sylvan’s, labeled with a number two. Quickly I knock, unlock, and get inside.
This time, a voice greets me immediately. “Miss Woods, welcome.” I guess that answers my first question: this test subject can talk.
The voice is soft and feels like a warm hug on a cold night. I turn to look toward the origin.
I raise my eyebrows for a moment, then relax my face into a smile. I am looking at a blue human. Or…I would say human, but I can’t be too sure about anyone’s humanity in here. Also, he’s blue.
“You must wonder who I am,” he says, and I nod.
“I met an incubus for the first time yesterday. Other than that I’ve never met any supernatural beings, so I’m curious,” I say. The subject chuckles.
“Oh yes,
I know all about your encounter with our incubus friend.” His eyes look at me with a hunger inside of them, but I ignore it for now.
“I am a djinni,” he tells me. I’ve never heard that word exactly; it sounds like Arabic. But it also sounds a lot like “genie.” I wonder if it’s offensive that I’m now thinking of him like the genie from Aladdin.
I nod. Slowly, I go to the table and pick up the file from the wall.
It’s true, it says he’s a djinni, a spirit created by fire. Djinn come to Earth to hunt and possess humans, driving them crazy. He is supposed to be very evil, spreading lies and deceit.
I turn again and look at him.
“What is your name?” I ask. He looks surprised.
“No…body has ever asked me that,” he realizes. He stands up; his arms are chained to the wall just like Sylvan’s were. He’s wearing a pair of loose, Middle Eastern pants that could be straight out of Aladdin, and no shoes or shirt.
“Do you have a name?” I wonder, and he nods.
“I am Mehdi,” he says. I smile.
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“Guided to the right path,” I say. Now his jaw drops.
“You know the meaning of my name?” he asks in awe.
“I do. When I was younger I went through a phase where I really liked looking up the meanings of different names. And some of the Arabic names really stuck with me. I think they’re beautiful,” I explain. He tilts his head.
“I am very pleased to see that you are now here, Miss Woods.”
“Cat,” I correct with a smile.
“Cat.” The word sounds like music from his lips, and I get goosebumps just from hearing him say my name. “Since you have shown both Sylvan and me quite the gentle side…I want to give you something back.”
“You…know that I named him Sylvan?”
“Oh, yes, I know many things.” He smirks. “In fact…..I know it all.”
I see a flash of hunger from him again, and I feel naked under his gaze. Well, I’m not wearing much, but still.
“So…what do you want to give me?” I ask, and he smiles.
“Advice, amongst other things. Do not believe a single thing you hear in this facility,” he says. I frown. “They have been lying to you. I’m sure you guessed as much.
“But rest assured, nobody wants to do you any harm. You can trust Mr. Sire -he is good people—but you shouldn’t trust his words. Same for Richard. They say one thing, but they mean another.”
“What…do they want me for, then?” I ask, and now Mehdi laughs.
“Oh, it would be too easy to tell you that now, wouldn’t it?” He comes closer, but I take a step back. He raises his eyebrows. “Do you know the power of a djinni?”
“Only what movies say,” I admit, and he smiles.
“They don’t even know half.” He opens his eyes a little wider, and suddenly I feel a hand running up my leg. I jump and look down, but there is nothing.
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“I can make myself invisible whenever I want. Send just a hand, to please you however I want, however long I want,” he purrs. I feel the hand pull on my panties. I try to get rid of it, but there is nothing to touch or push away.
“What…are you doing?!” I shriek, but Mehdi laughs and closes his fist. At the same time, the invisible hand pulls at my panties, tearing them apart. Is all the underwear this thin around here?
“Come here and I will make you scream like never before,” he murmurs. When I look at him in shock, he adds, “Don’t think I haven’t seen what you did with the incubus.
“How you were fucked by him, and how you enjoyed it. How you willingly took in all his juices. I can go even longer than he did.”
I don’t know what to say. I open my mouth, but before I figure out a response, an invisible finger rams inside my pussy. I shriek and involuntarily fall to my knees, giving that finger even more access.
Mehdi laughs, and with the hands I can see, he starts stroking his crotch. Meanwhile, his invisible finger rubs along my folds before entering again. I bite my lip and try to fight the arousal rising in me, but I can’t.
Then there’s a second finger sliding in. And a third. With the fourth finger, I open my mouth and moan quietly. And when the fist rams inside, my moan ramps up into a near–scream.
“Mmm, that sound is really yummy,” Mehdi says, and pushes down his waistband so I can see his erect dick. It’s not as long as Sylvan’s, but very thick, and there are strange silver markings all along the shaft.
Lovingly, he strokes his dick, even though it’s already rock–hard. “Come here and I will release you from the tension,” he whispers, but I bite my lip. That fist keeps ramming into me, making my body rock back and forth.
“No,” I moan. I try to stand up, but it’s very hard. Mehdi laughs at my attempt, but on the second try I manage to stay upright, still with his fist inside of me.
Then, it stops ramming, just stays inside of my pussy, while I wobble to the
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“I…need to take…your blood,” I stammer. I can still feel the fist turning and tickling inside of me, inching its way farther into my depths.
“How about a deal?” Mehdi smiles. “My fluid for yours. I will feed you not
only with my blood, but with my semen and my magic. All you have to give me“-he licks his lips-“is that juicy pussy.”
“Why?” I groan, and Mehdi laughs.
“Because I heard your splatting for a long time yesterday. Without being able to be the origin of it. So be a nice girl and…obey.”
His fist starts thrusting again, and I stumble forward and fall to my knees UNLIMITED again. My first orgasm is about to happen, and I can barely keep from falling
on my face.
But…there’s never the relief of pleasure reaching a peak and then
descending. Orgasm hovers just out of reach.
“Oh, I forgot“-Mehdi laughs, his voice unabashedly horny-“you can’t orgasm until I’ve fucked you to my satisfaction. You won’t be able to get rid of this feeling until you are filled with my fluids.”
At first, I try to fight it. But the longer I hover on the brink of release, the hornier I get and the weaker my arms and legs feel. Slowly, I start crawling forward, Mehdi’s laugh accompanying me.
I reach his body and grab hold of his legs as I rise to kneeling. I desperately want to take his penis into my mouth, to get some kind of relief.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Mehdi shakes his head and grabs my hair to pull my head back. Then, with his other hand, he clutches his club of a cock and gently smacks it against my cheeks.
I
open my mouth and try to catch it, but he keeps my head still. I stretch out my tongue, just to taste him, but he grins and evades me. The fist in my pussy keeps thrusting, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensation.
“So desperate… so hungry,” he whispers. I look at him, nodding; I’d agree to anything right now. “You’re a nice little girl, aren’t you?” I nod again. “Beg.
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Beg me to take you, to release you.”
“Please,” I moan, running my hands up his legs, “fuck me. Fuck me hard and do everything you want to me.”
He raises his eyebrows and smiles like he didn’t expect that.
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I reach for his balls and grab them tight. He groans, surprised, and then his eyes flash with what might be literal flames.
Without warning, he takes my head and rams his cock into my mouth. Again, my eyes roll to the back of my head, but there’s no gag reflex setting in.
He keeps hammering his dick into my mouth. Tears start streaming down my face, but I can’t get enough. His fist is picking up the pace again, driving me insane in my pussy.
He thrusts a couple more times, until he fills my mouth with his semen. I swallow and swallow as it keeps coming. All the while, his fist keeps relentlessly stretching the walls of my pussy from the inside.
When he pulls back his penis, the symbols on it start glowing and it gets warm. I await my relief, but it doesn’t come.
“Oh…” He chuckles. “You thought we’re done here?”
I slowly nod. He laughs out loud.
“Not. Even. Close,” he moans. I fall back on my ass, desperately rocking my
hips, trying to make the fist bring me to orgasm, but it still won’t come.
“Let me fuck you my way now,” he says, and his eyes turn red.
“Yes, fuck me your way, please,” I whisper. I hold up my legs in
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Mehdi looks at me lying on the floor with my legs held high, grins, and snaps his fingers so that the fist inside of me disappears. I feel a kind of relief and sigh audibly, closing my eyes, but then I feel something weird at my entrance.
When I look, Mehdi is looming over me with his toe rubbing my folds,
hoggishly licking his lips and staring down at my crotch.
“It has been decades since I’ve last tasted pussy. I want to eat you, suck out all your juice, and hear you scream my name,” he moans. The dirty talk just makes my arousal surge higher.
Suddenly, I feel invisible hands pulling me up by the feet and holding me upside down. Then they turn me around, so I’m face to–well–penis.
It’s beautiful, and I don’t need any more encouragement to reach for his cock, UNLIMITED but Mehdi just laughs.
Two more invisible hands appear, holding my wrists hostage. The hands around my ankles spread my legs very, very far apart, and then I magically
float closer.
Mehdi’s dick is just inches from my lips now, and I strain my neck forward, but I can’t move enough to take it in.
Then I feel his tongue on my other lips, hot and somehow vibrating. I moan and open my mouth in pleasure, and before I know what’s happening Mehdi thrusts his hips forward and presses his dick into my mouth.
He wraps his arms around my body. I’d forgotten about the chains holding him against the wall until the cold metal grazes against my legs.
He starts thrusting with his hips, while simultaneously licking my pussy like it’s a damned ice cream cone. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m going crazy, screaming while he sucks me dry.
He licks, rams his tongue in, scoops inside, nibbles on my clit, and so much more I can’t pinpoint.
Once again I feel like I’m about to orgasm, but I know I won’t be released. I feel my mouth getting hot where it’s wrapped around Mehdi’s dick, which must mean that the symbols are glowing again.
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This seems to be the cue for Mehdi. He pulls out and snaps his fingers again; his invisible hands turn me right–side–up and set me down so I’m facing him.
“You taste like I thought you would,” he moans. If that was all just his tongue, I can’t wait to feel his dick inside my pussy. “You’re so greedy,” he says, watching me, “yet still you’re trying to hold back. Why?”
“I…need…your blood,” I groan. He laughs, sending chills down my spine.
“First, you need my semen inside of you. Again.” He waves his hand in the air and once again the invisible hands do their work, bending me backward until I’m in a bridge position with only an invisible force to keep me steady.
“What a sight…now, wait to feel something you’ve never felt before.” Mehdi puts his cock against my entrance and slowly starts rubbing, but the fact that UNLIMITED he’s not penetrating is driving me crazy.
“Give…it to me,” I hiss. He laughs, smacking my thigh.
“Don’t be so impatient, kitty,” he purrs. With the hand not holding his cock, he pinches my clitoris, making me moan and wiggle.
Then, he grabs my hips, slowly pulls me closer while his invisible hands keep me steady, and plunges himself into me.
His cock vibrates through every agonizingly slow inch of penetration, making me scream before he’s even fully inside.
Once he’s settled himself, he starts an in–and–out rhythm. He goes slow and deep, but every time he’s deep in, I swear I can feel his cock thickening, spreading me open even more.
The first time he comes, I feel his hot semen fill me. But he keeps going. He doesn’t even stop for one second; if anything, the splattering sound of him thrusting through his own fluids turns both of us on even more.
The second time he comes, each thrust starts pushing out his jizz so that it runs down my thighs.
The third time, it’s too much. Semen splashes everywhere: my body, the wall, the floor. I even get some into my mouth, and greedily lick my lips.
“What a good girl you are.” Mehdi’s eyes are completely red by now, and he
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He comes two more times. I’m just a screaming mess by the time he’s
finished. His cock feels like it’s five feet long and at least as thick as a lamppost.
And then, having made me change my position multiple times in ways I never thought were possible, he laughs a warm laugh.
“You were such a naughty, greedy girl, but you took my seed well. You should be rewarded.”
And finally…I orgasm. It goes on for what must be at least ten minutes straight, and all the while I’m moaning his name at the top of my lungs. I scream and squirt all over, dissolving into a complete mess.
When I’m finally done, I collapse on the floor, so numb that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move again. I’m lying in a pool of semen—again.
Somehow, Mehdi is still rubbing his cock as he watches me, and after a
moment he comes again and splashes it all over me. How is this much cum possible?!
I let him do it. I couldn’t resist right now even if I wanted to.
“I have another reward for you, besides my blood,” he says, indicating the corner of the room. I fight to move my head enough to look where he’s pointing.
After a moment my eyes focus on the table, where the syringe is already magically filled. “Something besides my blood, I said,” Mehdi corrects impatiently. “A little secret.”
I just nod, not able to speak.
“Come here,” he snaps. I fly up toward him, born aloft by those same
invisible hands.
My head still lolls limply on my neck, so he pushes up my chin, pointing my gaze toward the corner where the walls meet the ceiling. “These things in the
corner of every room…they are not bugs or dirty spots.”
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Finally, I see what he’s talking about. A tiny pinprick of darkness. That… could that be…?
“Cameras?” I whisper, and Mehdi softly laughs into my ear.
“Oh yes, kitty.”
“Are they…watching?” I shriek, and he laughs again.
“Who knows?” He makes me look at him again. “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe the cameras are just to scare us off from behaving inappropriately in here, or maybe our hosts are beating their meat watching us. Who knows?”
I sink down to the ground when he lets the invisible force drop me, and I sit there for a long time while Mehdi tells me all kinds of stuff about this place.
How the other workers before me tried to force the test subjects to give up their blood.
How Richard and Mr. Sire never went in to see the subjects or bothered to ask how they felt about anything.
And then, how the other workers mysteriously disappeared without warning.
“So, do me a favor, little kitty. Do as they say and stay here, would you? I’ve grown quite fond of you, and I can’t wait to see what you do with the other subjects,” Mehdi says, grinning.
“Do you…think I have to sleep with all of them?” I whisper, and Mehdi laughs out loud.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“Is that…the reason I’m here?”
“Oh, the reason is still the blood. But I’m sure they chose such a❞—he licks his lips-“treat for a reason.”
I should be offended, but I’m not.
Finally, I can stand up and try to fix my clothes as much as possible. The jizz is mostly dried and not visible without closer inspection.
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I turn to get the blood, but I hesitate.
“You got anything on your mind, kitty?” Mehdi asks. I nod. “Enlighten me,” he encourages.
I turn again to face him, put my hand on his face, get on my tiptoes, and gently kiss him. He seems surprised, his lips tense for a moment.
But then, when I make to leave, he makes his invisible hands pull me back to him, sticking his tongue into my mouth. It vibrates in there like I’m kissing a purring cat.
Eventually, I pull away and take a few steps back.
“What was that for?” he asks, an honest smile on his lips now.
“I wanted to thank you, and“-now I’m the one smirking-“I need some material for my dream tonight.”
Mehdi’s grin widens. “You’re way naughtier than I anticipated, Miss Woods,” he says softly.
I grab the blood, and smile at him again before leaving the room. I lock the door behind me, go to the locker room, and clean myself up in the sink until I’m pretty sure there’s no obvious dried jizz on my skin.
When I step into Mr. Sire’s office, he closes his computer like the day before, looking up at me with a warm smile.
“You’re successful again,” he says. I nod, putting Mehdi’s blue blood on the table. “Impressive,” Mr. Sire praises.
“May I ask you something?” I dare. He nods, most of his attention still on the vial of blood. “What exactly is your job here?”
Mr. Sire’s smile disappears for a moment, then returns, looking more
calculated.
“I lead an international business, Miss Woods. The results we get here from the test subjects‘ blood might help millions of people all around the world. You are doing a very important duty for humankind.”
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It all sounds more like a PR pitch than an answer.
“But what are you doing?” I inquire.
Mr. Sire stands up and crosses around the desk to tower over me. He reaches for a strand of my hair, curling it with his finger.
“I am keeping my subjects where they belong. So hurry off, go to your apartment,” he says. I nod, turn around, and immediately go through the door. As soon as I close it, something occurs to me.
Does this mean I am Mr. Sire’s subject as well?
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stocked in the closet, I can’t find sleep.
I can’t help thinking about both Mehdi and Sylvan. Two days‘ worth of the most intense, incredible sex I could imagine feels like it’s turning me
insatiable.
“Mehdi?” I whisper. I feel stupid; it doesn’t make sense to think he’d be able to hear me, but then again…he said he could be everywhere.
Nothing happens, so I sigh and turn around, staring at the wall. I should sleep. I had an exhausting day. I should be very ready for sleep, not lying here wishing for another round.
A few moments later, I feel something settle onto the bed. My first instinct is to shoot up and find out what it is, but I wait.
The blanket lifts up, and softly, a hand strokes my naked leg.
“I knew you’d hear me,” I whisper. As a reply, the hand gently pinches my thigh. “I need more of you. Fuck me again, please?”
My whisper is more a plea than a question, but suddenly, the blanket whips off the bed. Then hands are spreading my legs again, invisible chains fix my hands to the bed, and I can’t move.
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softly sigh at the warm crush of it.
Suddenly, I feel something pull my nipple, hard. I scream out, trying to press my thighs together and hide the fact that this is making me wet already.
Next I feel teeth biting my nipples, hands pressing against my boobs so tight that I’m afraid they will burst, and a dick rubbing against my folds.
Finally, my knees lift up and that dick rams inside. I scream loudly, begging for more, while it feels like hundreds of hands are touching me everywhere.
I can’t handle the overload of all this sensation at once. I orgasm, screaming and wiggling around, still hoping for more.
Just as Mehdi finishes–I clearly feel the phantom semen inside me, even UNLIMITED though nothing splashes out into reality–I close my eyes again and see
Sylvan in the dark behind my eyelids.
I flinch and open my eyes. The room is dim, and all I see is my bedroom ceiling. But when I close them again Sylvan is closer, grinning at me.
He points down his body; I have to work to convince my surprised and orgasm–drunk brain to take in what he wants me to see. His dick is fucking huge again, rock hard. He gestures for me to hop on, and I willingly do so.
I don’t get any sleep for the rest of the night.
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“Did you have a good night’s rest, Miss Woods?” Mr. Sire asks in the morning, and I nod slowly. He looks at me as if he knows better, but then points to a glass on the table.
“You know…,” he says, his tone conversational, “I don’t like dishonest people, so I’ll give you another chance. Did you have a good night’s rest?”
“I…didn’t,” I reply.
He smiles again, nodding. “I see. Please, drink.”
I take the glass. Today’s beverage is brown and sludgy, and when I gulp it
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