Polar Bear

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Havōysund was cold, and I mean bloody cold, even for Norway it was on the bitter side. There were around three hundred and fifty inhabits, mostly fishermen, you could even hire a boat for about six hundred krone a day including crew. Mostly married people lived here, few singles, which meant when I went to the pub I didn't get continuously hassled by men looking for a good time with me. Yes, there was a pub, Det nordlige vertshuset, or Northern Inn. The only one in the village, it was next to the small supermarket, and it was pretty much the centre of village activity. All news started there and ended there. It was warm and almost always open.

A new oil field had been found in the Barents sea, and the oil was the oldest that had ever been found, believed to be from after the time of the Permian--Triassic extinction event, possibly the Carboniferous Era. Very, very old. This being the nearest port a laboratory had been set up here in the village to test samples of the oil, and I had been sent here by the company to do that testing. It was well equipped with basic equipment and some medicines, antibiotics etcetera, as well as all the standard lab gear and chemicals. I was suitably educated and medically trained and had been offered the post of running the lab. The company had also hired a local fishing boat to go to the field and collect the samples. It was interesting that virtually everyone here seemed to speak English. This was good because I didn't know any Norwegian.

So far pipelines had not been laid to bring the oil to a terminal, although that was only a matter of time. The company had simply set up and equipped a laboratory for me to use and rented a house for me to live in. What they didn't tell me about was the polar bears. This was polar bear territory, and by that, I mean it really was theirs, they were the apex predator. No one here went anywhere without a gun, actually two guns, a rifle and handgun. Also, no one walked, anywhere, always by pick up truck or four-wheeler SUV. You always reverse parked so that if you had to make a run to the vehicle the door opened away from you, and you could get in quickly and shut the door.

They said that when you encounter a bear, if it's brown you can try and fight, if it's white, you say goodnight. The trick was not to encounter a bear. Before you opened a door, house or car, you looked very carefully, winter was better, you could see their tracks in the snow, sometimes, but the nights could be twenty four hours long. We don't tend to get Polar Bears in Yorkshire so I was a bit unfamiliar with them, apart from seeing them once at a zoo. You don't get complacent, you get careful.

Eric, who skippered a supply boat and also managed the pub, told me that he had a new sample for me to test and apologised as the container was a bit messy, some of the oil had spilled when they filled it up and no one had bothered to wipe or clean it. I had no intention of touching raw crude and so I asked him to hold on a while whilst I got some gloves. Medical quality gloves on and a sterile container, in hand, I took the sample and secured it inside the container, along with the gloves which I would dispose of later. I drove to the lab and put the container in the 'dirty area' and opened up, lights on, kettle on. The gloves I put in the contaminated disposal bin, the sample I put in the cleaning sink and thoroughly cleaned it, the cleaning liquids were in a closed loop and would be disposed of later.

Satisfied that the sample bottle was sterile, I went to the clean zone and opened it under the extraction hood, I dipped a pipette in and took a 0.5ml sample and put it on a microscope slide. Analysis of the oil earlier had it as a light crude, low in sulphur, and therefore highly desirable for low emissions fuels so demanded of these days. Through the microscope I could see all the usual suspects, but also something I did not expect. celleonites, small microscopic single celled animals, and they were moving, so therefore alive. I was right to take precautions, pity they hadn't taken precautions at the drill site.

I destroyed the slide after I had taken a number of images and saved them to the hard drive, which uploaded to the cloud hourly. Cleaned down the lab, put the sample container in the hazard safe, turned everything off and left, locking up as I went. I headed back to the bar; I would grab a few drinks before I headed back to my rental. As I was driving to the bar, I couldn't help but notice several large polar bears wandering around town, I would have to be extra careful tonight.

I couldn't find a spot right outside the bar entrance, I was two or three slots down. I sat in the car and checked all around before making a run for the bar, I left the car unlocked, for a speedier getaway if required and hurried to the bar.

"Bears are active," I said to Eric, "beer please."

"Yes, folk have been reporting it all day. Sample okay?"

I don't comment on my work, so I was careful in my response. "Took some cleaning, make sure that you tell them that I won't take any more sloppy work like that, and the company won't pay for the boat to carry any more samples like that. Anyone who touched that needs to be self aware for any symptoms of unexpected illness."

"Gosh, gee, it was only a bit of oil."

"No Eric, it wasn't. The container was contaminated with crude that has unknown properties, any one of which could be a lethal contaminant."

"Pah, they've been dealing with that stuff for years."

"Eric I am not joking, if I get another sample like that, then the company will cease to deal with you, and likely this town too. You can't fuck around with this stuff. It is millions of years old, God knows what's in it, and we would have no natural defences against it. Stop being so fucking cavalier."

He put his hands up as if in surrender. I drank my beer, amusingly the bottle had a picture of a polar bear on the glass. I wasn't amused, the bloody things half scare me to death. I had another bottle.

Anders, the police guy, came in for a beer and sat next to me. "Mica" he said.

"Anders," I replied, "how are things?"

"Fucking bears everywhere, people don't secure their garbage bins and the bears get into them. Loads more at the moment, lucky no one has been attacked."

"Yet," I answered, "they scare me."

"Good, they should scare everyone, then they might be a bit more careful. Idiots."

Anders was the police force in Havōysund, it was a pretty easy job. As far as I knew there had never been a robbery or violent crime, it is just that the rules were that every settlement over two hundred inhabitants had to have a police station and police guy. Anders was that man, he was young and this could have been his first posting. His main concern seemed to be an increase in the number of polar bears, I doubt he would know what to do if a real crime occurred. But he was okay with that, he streamed all the world's police TV shows in his office whilst nothing was happening, he would be prepared. 'Training' he called it.

I stayed drinking for a few hours, nothing really to go back to. People came and went, some chatted, some didn't. Eventually I was alone, apart from Eric. I went to the door, opened it and shut it again very quickly.

"Eric, there's three bears out there." How was I supposed to get to my car? No way.

Eric rummaged behind the bar and threw me a key.

I grabbed it and headed upstairs. He had a number of rooms upstairs that could be hired out, or at times like this, could be a refuge. The fob said TWO on it, so I was in room two. Up in the room I stripped to my underwear, no easy feat with all the cold weather outer gear I had on, and got into the bed, covered by a pile of quilts and reindeer pelts. I had a fair few beers and it wasn't long before I was nodding and then asleep, oblivious.

I was laying on my side and I felt the bed move and I sleepily opened my eyes, dark, just a little light from the street lights seeping in around the blinds and shutters. A hand on my side and then my breast, what? I tried to move the hand away, but whoever it was gripped me and I couldn't. I felt my legs being parted and my knickers being pushed down and then a dick between my legs.

"Oh" I said thinking it was Eric, and a hand was held across my mouth, the man moved and the dick was pressing at my entrance. I tried speaking Eric's name, but it was just a muffled sound, and then I gasped, there was a bustle in my hedgerow and it wasn't a May queen, I was penetrated.

The dick, fairly large was pushing into my fanny, my unprepared but welcoming fanny, pushing deeper, widening my fanny with his girth, pressing deep with his length. I don't mind sex, who does, but I want it to be consensual, I want to be a participant, not just some man's wank machine, and in this position I wasn't contributing except my flesh. Nothing was said, I was grunting behind his hand, his dick shagging me, harder and deeper, faster and faster, my body responding, lubricating, relaxing, taking the intrusion, my pressures growing, my electrics building.

God no, I was praying, not like this, not under these circumstances, no, this is wrong, but harder and faster he shagged, wetter and wetter I got, my breath held, my grunts and gasps and the sound of his body slapping against mine were the only sounds in the room. His dick was stretching my fanny and pressing my depth, I don't have an especially large fanny and his dick was large enough to test me.

Harder and harder he pressed, deeper and deeper he went, pushing deeper into my body than I knew possible. He wasn't rough, the only violence was the act, my body, resigned, was accepting, It was only my mind that rejected, and then he started going deeper and harder and then he pressed in and held and I felt his ejaculations within me and as I realised what it was, my body showed the ultimate treachery and my orgasm exploded through my body, pleasures throughout my body, my legs spasming as the electrics exploded, my voice crying 'oh' into the muffling hand.

And then he was gone, quickly and silently he went out of the door, and I was left lying, recovering, dripping. I got up and padded to the bathroom and cleaned myself up as best I could. I had nothing suitable to save his leavings. "What the fuck?" I asked, no one answered. I flushed and left, opening the room door, there was no one else around, I had no idea if any of the other rooms was occupied, everywhere was quiet, I had flushed any evidence, I should have kept some, but no way to do so, but, really, what the fuck?

I locked the room door, leaving the key in the lock, and went back to bed and collapsed. I thought I should cry or weep or just smile, but I simply lay down and closed my eyes. "Bastard, ruining my sleep' I thought as I dozed back off.

In the morning I showered and dressed, knowing I had been shagged, knowing that it was pointless to think about it, and went down to breakfast of poached eggs and salmon with gravadlax. Eric was fussing about the bears; they had stayed around almost all night.

"Did you have many guests?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"No," he replied, "not many." So it probably was Eric then.

Anders came in.

"You all right?" He asked brusquely.

"Yeah, why?"

"A number of women have reported being attacked."

"What, by the bears?"

"No, sexually by a man. Or different men, it is currently unclear."

"Oh, no, my God, are the women alright? I slept here upstairs all night, I was here, I couldn't leave because the polar bears were outside and wouldn't leave." I was not going to add myself to his list of victims. I kept mentally repeating 'it was only sex, no harm done.' I didn't want to say too much in case I gave suspicion, and I still thought it was Eric.

"We have no way of processing the evidence, there is nothing I can do to track down the attacker."

"Well, I have a lab, if there is anything I can do, just let me know."

"Oh, yes, you do. Okay, well, I do have a number of samples, could you look at them and see if you could tell me anything? The Government could pay you a fee."

"I will, yes, and I am not worried about the fee, I will do it to see if there is anything I can see. Send the samples to my lab."

Anders left and I finished my breakfast in peace.

"What the fuck is going on in this town?" Eric asked.

"I have no idea Eric, I really don't. All I know is I have crude to test, and the bears are a pain, and now it seems there is a sex maniac loose. I shall keep my gun to hand. Anyone try and attack me I shall shoot them in the balls."

"Fuck's sake woman."

Well, what did he expect a woman to say? That she would just lay there and take it. Like I did? I was conflicted, but now I am not. I now could not be certain that Eric wasn't my nighttime attacker, although I didn't think he was.

In the lab I took my outer wear off and put on my lab coat and made a coffee and sat and waited for Ander's samples to arrive. It didn't take long, the door opened, and Anders walked in with a cool box and put it on the bench besides me. I couldn't help but look at his crotch, a nice bulge, I found myself almost salivating. Anders turned to face me, and I stood nose to nose with him undoing my lab coat. To be fair he looked a little startled when my hand pressed his bulge. It firmed in my hands and I was panting in anticipation. I also knew that my behaviour was not typical of me, I just am not anything like this sexual, but the shag in the night had left me, well, sort of unnecessary.

I pushed his outer wear jacket back, letting it fall down to the floor and tugged at the toggles that tightened his trousers, loosening them and pulling them down to his knees, his dick was bulging nicely. I sank to my knees, pulled his underwear down and surrounded his dick with my mouth. Anders gasped loudly and his knees buckled a little, and then he started shagging my mouth, his dick forcing its way in and out of my throat, my tongue rasping along his shaft as he moved.

My hand pulled my trousers and knickers down, forcing them below my knees, my fanny free and ready. I pulled back and stood up, Anders' dick jutting nicely from his groin. I used my feet to step put of my clothes and lent over the lab bench, my feet far apart.

"Fuck me Anders" I commanded and felt him stand behind me, his dick prodding at the flesh of my buttocks before aiming more correctly between my thighs. I felt him slide along my valley and then aim at my entrance. He pushed forward, my entrance opened and his dick pushed inside me, penetrating me, filling me, expanding my fanny. From how he filled me I knew straight away this wasn't my midnight caller.

The sharp edge of the lab bench was painful but I didn't care, I was being shagged, his movement fast and determined, filling me, pressing at my depth, his grunts as he thrust in time with my gasps as he filled me. Harder I wanted him to go, I needed to feel possessed, I was pushing back as he was pushing in, my fanny pulsing and squeezing him as he moved. My pressures were building, my electrics fizzing and my moment approaching. Anders was really pushing and moving and as I felt I could not hold any longer, he pushed in deep and held, just trying to bury himself more and more inside me and I felt his fountain deep within me, spurt after spurt splashing within, filling my womb, flooding my fanny.

I could hold back no longer, my breath exploded from me in a piercing scream, my fanny spasmed and clamped his dick hard and my orgasm erupted, exploding pleasures through my body leaving me breathless and gasping bent over the lab bench. I felt Anders pull back and his dick slid from me with a gurgle, leaving me open and gaping. As Anders turned to adjust his clothing I grabbed a slide and caught some of his emissions for later analysis, before wiping myself with tissues and redressing myself.

"I'll let you know what I find, I'll get on with this now." I said.

He turned to me his face flushed. "Thank you Mica, probably best to look for me in the pub, there are bears all round the station."

"They just seem everywhere at the moment. Okay, I'll catch you later." I made no reference to the fornication, we both knew it had happened and I had achieved two things, one, I knew he wasn't my middle of the night caller, and two I had a sample from him to compare.

It took a while to test and compare each of the samples. All had active sperm and all, except Anders, had celleonites. So, sexually transmissible. I had them, the attacker had them, so now probably Anders and all the attacked women had them. Were they driving this promiscuity? What would be the end result? I suspected it would not be generally beneficial to women. Was it anything to do with the contaminated sample? I wonder if the attacker had been on the boat or the rig.

I set up some culture jars with samples of celleonite contaminated fluids and put them in the incubator. I had to try a number of antibiotics to see if I could combat and defeat them. I locked down the lab, secured the samples in the fridge, locked up and headed over to the bar.

"Beer Eric please," I said as I took a bar stool, wishing I had showered at the lab, my crotch was squishy, and I realised my clothes hadn't been changed since yesterday. I should have gone home before the bar; I wasn't thinking straight. As I sat musing over my beer it occurred to me that I shouldn't engage in fluid exchanges with anyone, I was now a carrier. It was odd to me that I could think logically and correctly, but still I wanted sex, I needed sex, I was driven to couple. This was abnormal behaviour for me yet it didn't feel abnormal. I drank my beer.

Anders came in. "Any news?" He asked.

I gave him a brief overview. "One man. Unknown contaminant being passed on by intercourse. I am still investigating." He shrugged and grabbed a beer. He didn't make any reference to our tryst earlier, was he as accepting now as I was, was that a sign of being contaminated?

Before the bears grew in number I headed to my car and drove home. No bears by my home thankfully. Inside I stripped and put my clothes in the laundry, and then took them out and put them in the machine. No point in waiting, let them wash and then I showered and douched. I lay naked on my bed for a while, mulling everything over. I didn't have the breadth of knowledge to understand the implications of the celleonites, nor had I any idea how they had survived millions of years in a sea of crude at what must have been an incredible pressure. Just not my area of expertise. There was little point in speculating. Nor was I gaining anything by lying in bed.

I dressed and headed back to the lab. The cultures were ready. I applied a differing antibiotic to all but one, which I would leave as my control. Locking up again I headed back to the bar. I was surprised to see it empty, apart from Eric.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Bear bound."

"Oh."

I walked around the bar stood in front of Eric and kissed him, hard, my lips mashing his. His hands immediately went to my breast and my buttocks, his groin pushing at me, his cock hardening as he pressed against me. He pulled me through to the back room and roughly pulled my clothes down and pushed me onto a couch, undoing his trousers and covering me.

"Ooof," I gasped as his dick buried itself in me, my fingers digging into his back as he moved, his shagging rough and fast. He was not my midnight assailant. I felt his foreskin as it rolled along his shaft, a small pulse in his dick ticked inside my fanny. I was uncomfortable pressed onto his couch, my clothes off one leg but not the other, his hand pushing my blouse and bra up, my boobs exposed, clothes digging in, no, it was not comfortable, but his dick buried in my fanny was. He had a steady rhythm, he was in no hurry, I suspected he was just enjoying shagging me, and to be fair, I was enjoying him doing so and now I knew he wasn't my midnight caller. His foreskin was rolling back and forth inside me, a lovely sensation, often lost in the blur of a frenzied shag. His stomach slapped against mine, my grunts as he filled me adding to the unmistakable sound of sex. My fingers undoubtedly scratched his back, he had no wife to notice, I dug deeper.