Chapter 02 : Lily

Wait-- what?!

Lisa

? I was stupefied.

Catching my silence, Elizabeth chuckles. "It's ... a lot, I know," she tilts her head and smiles. Lily walks out of the room, down the hallway.

"I don't--" I sputter. I can feel my pulse rising.

Sensing my panic, Elizabeth leans down towards me and strokes my face with her hand. "Hey hey, it's going to be fine. Better than fine. It'll be life-changing. It'll be

incredible

." Her smile widens.

I scan her face. God, she's beautiful. Even now I want to reach up and kiss her. But she steps back. Lily re-enters the room with a metal tray.

"Stay calm. You don't have to worry about anything yet." Elizabeth glances at Lily. "For now, there's just a little ... test."

I'm struck with confusion. Elizabeth steps closer to me. I look up at her, barely noticing that Lily lifts and flicks a syringe.

"This is going to be easy for you." Elizabeth quiets her voice slightly. Lily steps to my left and rubs an alcohol pad on my shoulder. Elizabeth gently runs her finger along my lower lip. She whispers, "You're going to love this."

Lily jabs me with the needle.

Elizabeth steps back and looks at Lily. "All yours!"

I watch in disbelief as Elizabeth strides away, across the apartment, towards the front door. She looks back at me and winks. Then she opens the door and exits.

I turn back to Lily. I'm completely lost. She tilts her head to the side. "Right."

She scans me up and down. Lips pursed. "I'm fixing a drink first," she announces as she heads to the kitchen.

I watch her long legs visible from the hem of her robe as she walks. Unexpectedly, I feel a ping of desire. My shoulder stings. What did she give me? Butterflies swirl in my stomach.

She opens a cabinet, then the freezer. Her movements are swift and efficient. I hear ice clink in a glass, a bottle unscrewing, and liquid pouring.

I blink. "Is this your place, not Elizabeth's?"

"Mmmh!" Lily nods as she takes a sip of a golden brown liquid. "Very good. So astute of you." She walks back over and stands in front of me. "What else have you observed?"

I tighten my lips. "You don't seem to like me."

She tilts her head side to side. "I haven't made up my mind, honestly." She gestures her drink towards me. "But you can help me decide."

Her eyes inspect me for a few moments. I take a beat to soak in the view of her.

She's tall, even without the heeled boots I'd guess she hits 5'9" or 5'8". The shiny latex enveloping her legs accentuates the curves of her calves. Her thighs swell tantalizingly until disappearing up the bottom of her black, silk robe, which sheens lightly and is cinched tight.

Her face is, frankly, gorgeous. Her jawline is angular, like a model. Her eyes are large and round shaped, with green irises. She's wearing mascara and has long lashes. Her eyebrows seem to be permanently arched, though currently with the right one a slight bit higher than the left. The tip of her nose is sharp but her nose is straight and centered all the way up to the bridge. She has high cheekbones, accentuated by a bit of blush makeup. Her lips are again pursed, layered with deep red lipstick.

Her neck is long and graceful. The curvature is so feminine and alluring. My cheeks feel warm and flush. "What are you thinking about?" She cocks her head.

"You ... have a beautiful neck."

She stutters a bit and laughs, shaking her head. "Well I wasn't expecting that."

After taking another sip, she places the drink on a coaster on the coffee table. Then she unties her robe which drops to the floor. A loud breath escapes my mouth. My body tenses.

Her body is lithe and lean. Her legs are long and toned. Hips curve pleasingly. Her torso is relatively short in comparison.

What I thought were latex stockings turn out to be full leggings that encase her all the way up to her waist. A bright, metal zipper runs down along her crotch. Above that, she has on a shoulderless latex top that cups her breasts, showing a hint of her fleshy mounds, squeezing together to create deep cleavage. The top is accented by a black corset with three wide straps that buckle across her abdomen. It's cinched tight and exaggerates her hourglass figure.

My cock spasms and I exhale softly. What a stunning vision she is! How is this happening? Why am I naked? And tied to this goddamn chair?? I squirm against the ropes.

Lily steps towards me, heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor. "I like this reaction," she murmurs. "Let's see how the serum is working."

She reaches out and strokes my left nipple with an index finger, and then pinches it. The movement requires her to bend forward, and my eyes are level with her cleavage. I stare down into the provocative depths, oblivious to the pinch.

"Hmm, not quite yet," she says as she notices my eyeline. She leans in further and whispers into my ear, "Maybe we can help kickstart things."

Her warm breath tickles my ear. Her hair drapes over my nose. I can smell a faint, floral fragrance emanating from her, mixed in with the whiskey from her breath. I gasp. My chest expands and feels hot. I have a sudden, overwhelming desire to feel her legs wrapped around me, and bury my face in her breasts.

A shaky "Uhhh fuck!" slips past my lips.

"Ahhh, that's more like it," she purrs as she backs upright. "Now--" Her tone becomes stern. "You're going to do exactly as I say, yes?"

I give a few quick nods. "Yes."

"Yes,

mistress

!" she corrects.

"Uh. Yes, mistress," I echo.

"I'm going to undo these restraints. You are not to move. You are

not

to touch!"

"Yes, mistress." I sit obediently as she unbinds the nylon ropes from my wrists and ankles. She steps back, observing me. Satisfied, she then turns and walks into the hallway. The shiny reflections in her leggings highlight the shift of every curve and muscle. Her ass looks sublime as she strides away.

In the hallway, she turns around towards me, and gestures "Come here" with her finger.

Slowly, I stand up from the chair. My limbs are a bit numb from sitting in one position for so long. I flex my wrists several times. Then I silently step towards her. She leads me to a door, swings it open, and nods for me to enter.

The room is relatively sparse, and lacking the warmth and coziness of the rest of the apartment. The walls are bare, a neutral gray color. One window on the far wall, covered by white, wooden slat blinds. There's a queen-sized bed centered along the long wall, with a black rectangular headboard and all-white bedding. A black nightstand next to it, nothing on top. Then a black tall dresser sitting across from the bed, also empty on top except for a small black box. The only light is from the ceiling fan fixture, somewhat harshly illuminating the room.

As I take stock of the surroundings, Lily grabs my shoulder, spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. I fall on my back, and then shift into the center of the bed.

Climbing onto the bed, she maneuvers on her knees to straddle my feet. Her face is alluring, but her expression is flat and hard to read. I'm frozen, unsure what to do next. I've never had a sexual encounter like this. I've never even had a one night stand! The women I've slept with were ones I'd been in relationships with, or at least gone on a handful of dates with. There was emotional buildup, and trust, and intimacy. Lily looks like a predator that is ready to devour me.

She slinks up my body and straddles my head. Reaching down, she begins pulling the zipper slider down along her crotch. It's long and extends all the way back up her ass. With both hands, she widens the opening.

Beads of sweat dot her pale skin, and trickle down along her mound, collecting on the folds of her luscious pussy. Droplets begin to land on my face. The smell of her sex hits me like a physical force.

Any instance of hesitation or self-doubt evaporates as my body comes alive with electricity. My cock, having softened in the past moments, springs back to attention. My muscles tense and my heart rate rockets.

I view the pink inner lips of her labia, beckoning me. Her dark pubic hair, trimmed into a slender strip. She widens her stance to lower her pussy, and my mouth opens hungrily.

I'm eager for this. Even if she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. And even if I wasn't drugged. And even if this wasn't the weirdest, wildest situation I've ever been in.

A lot of guys don't like going down on a woman. Maybe they can't stand the smell or the taste. Or the act feels emasculating. None of which I understand at all. I fucking love eating pussy. I'd drink a woman's juices by the jarful if I could.

I take a slow approach. Even as my body yearns to furiously ravage her. I lightly trace along her outer labia, tasting her salty sweat. Lily emits a sigh. My hands begin to explore along her thighs. The latex feels smooth and slick. She rocks gently in response.

I drag my tongue all over her vulva, purposely avoiding the center. It leaves trails of spit up and down her skin, mixing in with her sweat. Her flesh is soft yet firm at the same time. My brain scrambles. I venture as far as the crotch opening allows, until I feel the cold teeth of the zipper on my lips. Her breathing intensifies. She softly utters, "Mmmmm."

I look up as Lily reaches her hands behind her back and unlatches the corset. She pulls it away from her body. I realize now that the top and corset are one piece. It drops on the bed next to me. Her breasts spring free with a jiggle. My cock spasms. I can see red crease lines in her skin from the corset. Her body is shiny with sweat. Pussy open and wet. She's a sight of pure beauty. The stuff of religious awakenings.

My nose brushes along her pubic hair. I can smell her sex, through the salty air. It further infuses me with want. I can't delay any longer.

My tongue zeroes in on her opening and I taste the nectar dribbling out of her. She tastes savory. Almost buttery. My insides ignite with lust, and I begin lapping up and down the inner walls of her pussy. She moans. "Fuck! Yes!"

My hands find her ass cheeks and begin kneading them. The latex warms to my touch. I glance up to see her gripping the headboards with both hands. Her head is tilted down but she's not looking at me. Her eyes are shut and her brow is furrowed.

My body feels as if it's on fire. Sweat forms everywhere. But my focus is singular. I push my tongue past her lips and flutter around. I search my eyes for her clitoris but it's still buried in her mound.

Normally, I would tease it out of hiding, but my lust has gotten the better of me. I reach my hand around her thigh and use my thumb to gently pull back the clitoral hood. Her clit emerges and I give it a light lick. Her hips buck, but she settles back down and presents herself to me again.

I roll my tongue in circles around her clit. Lily lets out a sustained moan. I feel more alive than ever. I enclose my lips around her clit and delicately suck. Lily whips her head back and groans loudly. "Uuuuggggghnnnnnffffuuuuuck!"

I get back to lapping at her clit as she vigorously grinds on my face. My moans are muffled, and breathing comes from desperate gasps.

Suddenly, she pulls away. I blink uncomprehendingly.

She swings both legs to one side of me, grabs my arm and tugs at me to get up. She lays down and settles into the middle of the bed where I just was. She parts her knees and looks at me, single eyebrow lifted. Her chest is heaving with each breath. Her face and neck are flushed. Her legs are still wrapped in latex, reflections of light showcasing her curves.

Instinctively, I position myself at her feet. I grabbed both of her calves and swing her legs up to her shoulders. Lily lets out an "Oh!" in surprise as I set her heels onto my shoulders.

A devilish grin forms from her lips, and she places her hands on my thighs. I lean forward. My weight presses on her legs, and forces her pelvis upward. She grunts softly. I position my cock and slowly glide it into her glistening, inviting pussy.

Fireworks go off in front of my eyes. Waves of heat ripple out from my cock out to my arms and legs. Lily leans her head back into the pillow and growls. Her sound sends shivers down my spine.

"Oh fuck!" she strains, "Yes, oh yeah! He's good! He's good!"

The odd wording rings in my ears but I can't consciously process. My body is acting on pure, unbridled desire. I can't form speech if I wanted to. My brain is solely functioning to absorb pleasurable input. And want for more.

My cock steadily pistons in and out of her. Each time I enter, I feel the walls of her vagina gripping and squeezing me. Her breasts are squashed by her own legs, rippling with every push. Her high heels trembling, inches away on each side of my head.

I look at her face. Her eyes are clutched closed. Eyebrows scrunched together in the center. Stray hairs are matted to her forehead, stuck by sweat. Her upper lip is curled upward in a sneer, mouth open panting for air.

For a second, I sober up and worry that she's in pain. I stop thrusting.

Her eyes flutter open and focus on me. "Wha-- keep going!" she barks. She slams her hands down on my ass cheeks, gripping them, and yanking my pelvis into hers.

Her forceful actions melt away my thoughts, and the carnal cravings flood back in. Our joint rutting becomes uninhibited and rapid. I can hear her breaths as loud panting. "Yes" and "fuck" escape her mouth repeatedly.

The pleasure continues to well up within me. My vision starts to blur. I'm seeing spots. I grab her ankles and frantically pump my rock hard erection into her slick opening. Wet, slapping sounds loudly fill the room.

Then, I feel her hand on my chest and she pushes me backward. I search her eyes for meaning. She pinches my nipple. I cry out to a surge of intense, stinging pain. But then a tingling that begins to feel good. Really good! My cry turns into a grunt of enjoyment and wonder.

What the hell? I've never had any sort of sensation, good or bad, from my nipples. They were always just sort of there, decorative. What's happening? My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Lily smiles.

"I'm on top for this," she proclaims.

My body dutifully complies by shifting onto my back. I don't protest. Or even say anything. All I want is to continue to feel her. To fuck.

My head is right up to the edge of the foot of the bed. I lean my head back to rest briefly. The dresser is upside down and I notice the black box again.

Oh shit. A camera! I hear her grunt so I look back at her and the momentary realization slips away.

She quickly unzips and yanks off her high heeled boots, and scrambles on top of me. She squats above my crotch. With her hand, she lines up our genitals, and plunges onto my cock.

Each impact jolts my body with pleasure. Every muscle stiffens. Even my toes curl. My ass clenches. My pelvis lifts to meet her pounding. My hands grip the bed tightly. My head presses into the bed for leverage.

Lily's head rocks back and forth. Her hair bouncing freely. Her teeth are bared and gritted. But the edges of her mouth curl up in satisfaction. "Ohhh! Ooohhh! Fuuuuck!" she bays loudly.

Her pounding quickens and the pacing becomes erratic. I sway my hips to change up the angle. Lily nods in approval. Her head drops. Her sounds meld into one sustained moan, pitch rising and straining.

She's going to climax!

That's the last solid thought I have for the rest of the experience.

My eyes roll back into my head, and all of a sudden I'm falling. Then rising. The room, the world begins to melt away. The sounds of our fucking become hollow and echoing. My entire body bends and stretches like rubber, being pulled up and down.

All of a sudden I'm floating in space. Lily's body is gone. In her place is a cloud of light and particles of energy. They coalesce into a faint shape of a woman. It sways and shifts gracefully.

My body is also gone. But I can sense my being as rings of energy. Concentric circles that pulse with pleasure. They converge together where my groin would be. Where Lily's celestial form is docked with mine.

The rings at the very center rise like a tube and emit focused waves of rapture. Lily's energy drifts towards this point, slowly but gaining speed, until it creates a swirling funnel. The waves of sublime euphoria pulse stronger and quicker, then transform into a constant vibration. The energy crescendos and whatever is left of me tries to cry out.

Then everything explodes in a white light. I'm overcome with ecstasy. My mind expands and dissolves. I feel one with the universe. Complete clarity. Nirvana. All mysteries of life are unlocked to me. All that I sense is mind-blowing bliss. Whether this lasts for a second or for eternity, I have no idea.

Eventually, the transcendence reverses and rushes back towards a central focal point. The physical world returns. Faded and bright but steadily regaining color and form.

My muscles are still taut. Clenched so tight that I feel like my bones will snap. My hips are convulsing. My orgasm continues to radiate out through me, but I can feel it subsiding.

My eyes finally regain function and I vaguely recognize Lily's face hovering over me.

"Hey! Hey!" she repeats as her hand gently taps my cheek. She intuits that I'm back and sighs. "God, I thought you were going to have a heart attack!"

I take stock of the situation. I'm no longer inserted in her but she's still straddling me. My penis is softening and propped against her hip. Everything in the area is covered in white and clear liquids. Her exposed breasts are covered in sweat.

I feel one more surge ripple through my groin, like an orgasm aftershock. I groan weakly. A dollop of semen spurts out of my cock and runs down her thigh. "Jesus," she exclaims, looking down, "You're still cumming."

I swallow dryly. My body starts to relax but is heavy like lead. I can't move. "You're okay," she says softly. Her hand strokes my face. She gingerly pivots off of me and stands up.

As if on cue, the door opens and Elizabeth steps in. In her hands is another metal tray. This time its contents are a stack of small, folded burgundy towels.

She passes the tray to Lily, who takes it and places it on the dresser. "The server is just outside, ready," Elizabeth says.

"Let's give it a few minutes more," Lily replies. Elizabeth nods.

"Well? How'd it go?" Elizabeth inquires.

Lily grabs a towel, and dabs her face then chest. "You saw."

Elizabeth holds her gaze at Lily silently.

"Very well. It went very well," Lily nods. She places the used towel on the tray and grabs a fresh one. Elizabeth nods in response and smiles. Lily starts wiping down her crotch and legs.

"Let's begin preparations then," Elizabeth states. "Bring Lisa to Eden. We start in the morning."

Lily shakes her head, "E, are you sure about this? It's all too fast. Highly irregular."

Elizabeth's smile fades. "Begin. Preparations."

Lily stops wiping and her back straightens slightly. "Yes, Mistress."

Elizabeth grabs a clean towel, and finally turns her attention to me. She sits on the bed next to my head.

"It was a very strong reaction to Serum 11," Lily says. "Too strong."

"Yes," Elizabeth agrees, looking me over. "We should tell the lab to take a look."

"I'm sure they already have," Lily nods at the camera. Elizabeth smiles and lightly shrugs. She takes the towel and gives my cock a single, soft wipe. It's warm and soft. I sigh.

She leans down towards me. My breathing is still heavy. My body is otherwise unresponsive.

"I knew you'd do well," she whispers.