Compromised Interests -- A Preview
b. jaxjack1980
Author's Note: The following story is entirely fictional and comes from the author's imagination and creative efforts only. Any resemblance to real-live people, living or dead, or to any real-life places. businesses, events, or situations are entirely coincidental and do not truly reflect them in any way. This world is a part of my twisted fantasies and thought experiments. I take credit for all mischief and mistakes that reside within it! (Aside from the last couple of lines of text that reference a couple of real-life inspirations/creations.) Any characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Mature and adult themes explored (see tags)
Chapter One: An Unhealthy Fascination
"...ahhh...ahhhHH...ahHHHH....AHHHHH....AHHHHHHHGAWD..." screamed the nearly naked young woman in anguished ecstasy as she finally succumbed to the unrelenting pressure supplied by her lovely body. Vibrant green eyes framed by exquisite lashes rolled into the back of her head as a mane of striking shoulder length silky blonde hair with red highlights (encased in a plain ponytail) whipped up violently, several blue-hued facial and neck veins of varying sizes bulging out from a typically smooth, porcelain ivory surface.
Only now, the usually pristine skin of her face, neck, and a good portion of her upper torso had turned a bright shade of reddish pink as a result of her exertions. Similarly, its smoothness was marred by the aforementioned vein activity along with her body's corresponding muscles straining and clenching in tandem. Paradoxically, these temporary blemishes only seemed to enhance the already appealing woman's loveliness and (sexual) appeal. The contrast of ugliness with beauty made for a striking combo, one highlighting and enhancing the other in perfect harmony. And then in a blink, the wonderful balance was broken, lost to time as a series of overworked systems reached their limits and could not continue any longer, instead they sought to return to a level of rest and recovery; her final wail signaling an end of her current experience, but not an end to her present ordeal.
Feeling completely spent, the woman's head dropped back to rest on the cool, metallic table's surface; her heart-shaped, pale pink lips stayed apart while a small streak of tears streamed from her still clenched, closed eyelids. A slightly smaller, but still detectable trace of wetness also trickled from her aching vagina as taxed, twitching muscles spasmed sympathetically in a reflexive vain attempt to close the enlarged opening still present between her equally exhausted pussy lips. The stubborn gaping of her vaginal walls seemed to reflect her still present state of arousal, her state of unfulfillment, her twisted yearning for more. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," the words escaped her dry lips, part proclamation, part conflicted plea as she licked them wantonly in a display of complete surrender.
"Excellent, that was a very illuminating trial run. Well done, Becca," a richly, cultured voice broke Becca's brief reverie, followed by some rapid, deliberate, scratching sounds as pen was put to paper. "The new experimental neuromuscular and sexual nerve stimulators worked far better than I could have hoped. I guess I can chalk some of that up to having such a young, healthy specimen to work with," he added with a knowing laugh. "In addition, the improved sensors and probes worked brilliantly together collecting a rather robust set of data," the deep, disembodied voice continued while the subtle clicks of a mousepad could also be heard. "I just need to gather some additional information from your biological responses along with some supporting visual evidence, fill out some demo info, and then we can take a break, okay?"
Realizing that he was actually waiting for her affirmation, Becca took a moment to take a breath, attempting to clear her muddled thoughts and emotions before answering. "Oh-oh-kay," Becca managed to stammer hoarsely, a noticeable lack of conviction in her voice, eyes still shut tightly.
She heard a clattering of wheels before she sensed his presence looming over her. Powerful, latex clad hands gently pried open her eyelids one at a time, revealing each time a plain, dark homely face with unruly white hair tightly packed in an unflattering up-do. A pair of technologically advanced goggles with clear lenses covered a pair of equally dark, inquisitive eyes as they looked down on her prone form. "Please focus on me Becca," the man ordered and as she complied, a low persistent hum emitted from the device accompanied by a slight glimmer crossing across the lenses illuminating a series of incandescent numbers before disappearing.
"That's a good girl, thank you."
She felt an unwelcome, unfamiliar sense of contentment upon earning this faint praise. She usually wasn't one to seek approval, especially from the males in her life. Yet, nothing about her current situation was usual for her, she reasoned to herself.
The rest of the examination proceeded relatively quickly. Eyes and hands travelled down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, vagina, and anal cavity. Those large, powerful hands teased her nipples, cupped her breasts, and probed both of her openings. Further intrusions by unseen objects seemed intended to take additional measurements of her vaginal and anal status. Becca was prompted to follow a series of humiliating commands to clench her muscles around both sensitive regions and earned hums of approval in the process while stirring her flickering arousal, resulting in a few involuntary groans of pleasure as an unwelcome result.
