Chapter 30: A Sheep Among the Wolves
Tidying her hair somewhat, the researcher looked herself over in the mirror. The globs of cum caked her face, made her hair stiff and made her skin feel stretched tight.
She sighed. "Well Alex, what now?"
Her blond-haired reflection didn't give any answers. The woman wasn't nearly as old as the other scientists, not even thirty, and yet, here she was, already humiliated like the other girls. She checked her watch and realized that her Mistress would be missing her soon, so she went through the different things in her closet, trying to find some provocative lingerie. Ayla was a bitch through and through, actually carrying through with her threats instead of just using them as bargaining chips like the Doctor. She had figured, that the better of an impression she made, she'd be out of there soon enough. If she didn't provide suitable entertainment, then...
Shaking her head, Alex didn't want to even think about it. Never had a researcher been put on the Bitch Breaker, but from seeing first hand what it does to the younger girls, it only made her shiver.
"You were complaining the other day about having no guys on this island..." she rambled to herself, "And that those dick girls were nothing more than artificial... freaks. And now... I guess that's karma. To be broken by one." She sighed again, finding some skimpy black underwear, something she hoped she would've been able to model for a man.
Unsteady hands pulled the flimsy lace panties up around her shapely hips before pulling on her garter belt and stockings. The black underwear was crotchless, and she had a small clip that attached to her labia, sporting a fake gem. Her bra was mostly see-through and equally flimsy, barely covering her nipples, let alone her apple-sized breasts. Underneath, there were fake clip-on nipple rings as well. She wanted to make a good impression at least.
Watching herself in her full-length mirror on the back of her bathroom door, she turned around, admiring herself. That admiration didn't last long though, for when she exited the bathroom, she felt her thighs slide against each other as some of her juices had already found its way out. That was more than enough for her as she broke down crying.
"I don't want to be a slut! I don't want to be a whore! I don't want to be some slave for some freak's entertainment! I just want to go home, get off this assignment and actually have a family!" she flopped down onto her bed.
The fact of the matter was that she had been an undercover detective sent to try and uncover the truth behind the island. Her fake past had worked too well though, and some innocent girl was suffering because of it. Alex had tried to get out before, but HOPE's ever watchfulness prevented it. Her past had included being a single mother, never married with her only family being a younger sister. That part was false, but obviously seemed real enough to get that girl kidnapped, and shipped off to somewhere in western Europe. The two had never met, but it was a coincidence the younger girl had a similar story.
Now, she was trapped and unable to escape. If she were to be found out, it would probably be the last thing she would ever know. Her body was still young and supple enough to be put through the processing, or even worse, turned into a herm herself to contribute to Complete Desire.
Alex shuddered as the sobs racked her body. She was on her back on her bed, in underwear that would probably make any man cum on the spot, but instead, her face was coated with semen and her pussy was wet with anticipation. Her body betrayed her mind.
"Stupid hormones!" She cursed to herself. Like many of the other women here, she was straight, and even though she was a captive, she was still allowed some luxuries; a nice ribbed dildo to keep her happy at least. But like everything else, that didn't matter. Alex had figured that if she humiliated herself enough now, it would either soften the blow Ayla would give her, or at least grant her some mercy.
Tears mixed with the dried cum, making the stuff runny once again as the woman got up off the bed. She didn't bother drying her eyes, afraid that some of the white goo would come off. Alex also decided that she might as well enjoy it, having the mindset of 'You can't rape the willing', and went with that.
Before second thoughts changed her mind, unsteady feet went to the door of her apartment, not caring enough to close it behind her. If she was going to be back, that would be a miracle.
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The cool night air had stiffened her nipples to the point of aching. It wasn't a cold night, but the fresh air caused the sensations to be magnified. Her poor clit wasn't doing any better, as the clip on her labia kept it exposed, the air having fun with it.
A few of the other scientists and researchers that populated the island laughed at the woman as she walked past, already believing they would probably never see her again. The news of her humiliation passed through the island quickly, and by now, everyone knew she was going to become Ayla's new pet.
Alex's face burned red. Just because she was trying to save some face with her tormentor, didn't mean that she wasn't incredibly embarrassed. Tears gone now, she decided she would at least save them for her Mistress. No doubt Ayla would want to break the woman that had served under Ezenia just to prove she was superior. But the joke was on her. She would go into this willingly, and God forbid her to stay forever, would claim rape afterwards.
Her hands clenched into fists as she entered the underground facility, a few of her peers coming out at the same time, making comments audible enough to hear.
"Look at her. She's parading around, wanting to be the Mistress's next bitch." One said.
The other laughed, "She's already her bitch whore. I bet she's not going to be able to sit for a month after this."
"It won't matter though, she'll just lose her sanity like all the others. Stupid cock loving bitch. Too good for a cunt. I hope the girl gives her a penis as an insult."
Alex stopped on the other side of the entrance, leaning against the wall for support.
"That really hurt..." She said under her breath. The pit at the bottom of her stomach grew as it rumbled, partly due to hunger.
The past men she had dated had all tried to cum in her mouth when she had gone down on them, but she had always refused. The first time she had tried, she threw up the whole meal from the night before, and she didn't want to repeat the experience. Besides, if she was going to be throat-fucked again, she would need lots of room in there.
Retching at the remembrance of the taste from years earlier, as well as from earlier that day, she hoped she wouldn't offend her Mistress too much if she vomited. That thought spawned more and more thoughts, each worse than the last. By the time the woman reached the doors to Ezenia's former office, she was downright shaking.
She knocked on the door lightly, hoping that perhaps Ayla wasn't on the other side. The fact the door opened after a few moments only made her spirits droop even further.
Ayla's black eyes watched the shapely woman enter the large office, grinning maniacally and stroking herself while sitting naked at the desk as usual. Her free hand was leaning on the arm of the chair while propping her head up.
Alex closed the door behind her after entering, feeling her Mistress's icy stare upon her. Suddenly conscious of what exactly she was wearing and the situation only made her body flush red as she became uncomfortably warm. She slowly made her way to the center of the room, standing in front of the large desk, utilizing all her willpower just to look at Ayla.
"Alex, I'm glad you could join me."
