Phil watched fascinated as the squad performed their task. The young, naked women donned the headset and, on his signal, started to masturbate while Vicky carefully watched the little monitors that tracked their state. The headset and earpieces would overlay their reality with a playback of intense battle scenes. Depending on the situation the glasses would either black out the actual reality around them or blend those combat scenes into what they were actually seeing. It was scarily lifelike. Deafening sounds of explosions, screams and cries surely would distract anyone and so would the bloody images of the battlefield blended into whatever they saw at the time. It was like the battle would happen right around them, for real.
But the girls didn't flinch and got to work. Soon the little device showing Cathy's status started to beep and lo and behold, the rural cowgirl already writhed in ecstasy.
"Stop! Cathy's our winner of the first round! Who would have thought! Remove the equipment and get into the shower everyone!"
The squad got cooled down again. Phil made sure to direct the jets of cold water on each girl's hot privates and enjoyed the squeaking show as they slowly came to their senses again. Vicky did not allow them to slack and pressed on. Soon, their fingers were buried in their folds again as the girls tried to reach a climax.
"Stop! Cathy again. Damn, girl! You're good! Shower!"
Back they went and a few minutes later the naked, dripping girls were again squirming as they chased for an orgasm.
"Stop! Cathy, what the fuck? How often can you come? Did your villager friends train you so well? Or is it all those cows that kept you hot and horny through your life? Shower, now!"
Vicky made them repeat the exercise 10 times, and, to the dismay of Tracy, 10 times the dirty-blonde always was first.
"And I thought Tracy would leave all of you in the dust. Deep waters and all, I guess. Good job, Cathy! You're a hot little something!"
"Impressive!" groaned Tracy, "My little pussy is all red and puffy but I just can't keep up with that little bitch!"
Leila and the others were still puffing from the last round, but Cathy was beaming like a kid at christmas.
"So I won?"
"Yep, you won. By far. You'll be our guinea pig. You'll help us refine our strategy. Are you ready?"
"To save the world? Of course I am! What do I have to do?"
"Go with the Doc, tell him your secret. Tell him your hottest, most erotic fantasy. Tell him how you get aroused so quickly. He'll take it from there. And the others, back to training! Tracy? Show them how to exercise their little holes, prepare them for the attack!"
And so Cathy followed Phil into one of the rooms while Tracy started her attack on the still engorged pussies of her fellow team mates.
"So what's your fantasy, Cathy?" inquired Phil as he lead the winner into a secluded area of the lab.
"Chocolate," grinned Cathy, "I just love chocolate!"
"Chocolate?" asked Phil, not understanding a thing.
"Yep, chocolate. I imagine I'm covered in sweet, sweet chocolate and a hunk of a man is slowly nibbling away on me. He breaks little pieces from my body, touches me everywhere! He pulls it from my tits, bites into my stiff, chocolate-covered nipples and sucks so hard that my tits are about to explode. And when he comes to my pussy he slowly eats the chocolate out of my stuffed hole and finally..."
"Stuffed hole?"
"Sure, I'm full of sweet, hard chocolate down there, too!"
"That sounds messy!"
"It is, Doc, it is."
