Author's note: This chapter might be a little shorter than normal. I had hopes of wrapping things up in this chapter, but I have a few too many loose ends to close. So now I hope to end with chapter 9, and I'll try not to take too long to finish.
Keg
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Brittney Banyard couldn't sleep. She lay in bed and played her day back in her head. After her roommate Holly had forced her to lick the dildo clean of Holly's juices and made Brittney gag by thrusting the massive shaft down her throat, Holly dialed Brittney's arousal level back down to five and told her to make dinner, leaving her horny and in need once again. But even prior to that, Brittney had been aroused and teased to the breaking point all day. First it was Tracie, who mercilessly teased her to the edge and denied her orgasm. After Tracie forced Brittney to lick Tracie to a couple orgasms, Tracie took her home with her wrists cuffed behind her back, and then teased her in front of her neighbor. Then all afternoon she was forced into a highly aroused state by the nanomaterial, and she was unable to stop herself from masturbating even knowing she couldn't cum. When Holly came back home she cranked up Brittney's arousal to the max as she rode the dildo strapped to Brittney's face to several orgasms. In all she'd been teased to the edge of orgasm countless times without relief. To top it all off, after Brittney had retired to her room, an hour later Holly barged in and sat on Brittney's face and forced Brittney to lick her to two more orgasms.
Now as she lay in bed and her pussy leaked and pulsed with need and the smell of Holly's cream still filled her nose, she was sure she was losing her mind. She could no longer think straight enough to concentrate on finding a way out of this mess, her only thoughts were on how horny she was and how she might find relief. She would beg Holly, do anything for her, if she thought there was any chance of Holly giving her a much needed orgasm. But she knew there was no hope, certainly not this late at night, and she hated herself for even considering stooping as low as that.
At some point she finally dozed off. But instead of restful sleep, she was tortured with dreams of big cocks filling her pussy and of being smothered by Holly's ass. She woke up countless times through the night, each time finding that her fingers had made their way inside her panties to tease her throbbing clit. And each time she cried with the agony of knowing she couldn't orgasm.
Morning finally came, and she was awoken by Holly slapping her face.
"Get up, slut. Time to make me breakfast," Holly ordered. "Sheesh, you stink! At least wash up a bit first! But hurry up about it! I've got a big day today."
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Darnus walked up to the front door of Doctor Drake's home. He was haggard, with bags under his eyes and three days of unshaven whiskers on his face. He hadn't slept well in days, worrying about the situation with BioZene and with Doctor Drake. She said she would take care of the issue, that he had it under control. But she had begun ill advised clinical trials on the patient Brittney, and then lost control of her. The doctor wasn't telling him everything, but based on her actions he figured that the problem was even bigger now, which meant there was more risk of exposure. Until this was all behind them he wasn't going to be comfortable. He decided to visit the doctor to try to get a better understanding of what was happening, and see if there was anything he could do to take control of his own destiny. The door opened and the doctor stepped aside to let Darnus in.
"You look like shit," she commented.
"Well, any update on contacting the Fed's? Do you have control over the patient yet?" Darnus abruptly asked as he followed her through the house.
"The Fed's are out of the picture, I don't think we want to give them any more reason to poke around in our affairs. I have another plan," the doctor stated.
They walked into the exercise room, and Darnus was shocked at the sight. The center of the room had been cleared of exercise equipment, and what sat there instead was what appeared to be an operating table. Next to it was a smaller table that was stacked with equipment and containers.
"What the hell?" he blurted out.
"I told you I'm going to take care of it! Now why did you come here?"
"This is taking care of it? What the hell do you have planned? Is this for Brittney?" Darnus shouted.
"No, it's not! And don't you worry about it, I said I'd take care of it. By tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Now I have a lot of work to do, so unless you have anything useful to say I suggest you leave."
"If not for Brittney, then who? Who else is involved? This is completely out of control! I don't want any part of whatever you have in mind here," Darnus spat out.
"Fine. I'm busy, let yourself out, Darnus," she said as she turned her focus back to the items on the table.
Darnus stood there for a moment, making up his mind. He reached into his pocket, and on the way out the door discretely dropped a small device into the potted plant next to the door.
A few minutes after Darnus drove off, Jack emerged from a back room and entered the exercise room. He considered asking about Darnus, but really wasn't all that interested. If the doctor needed him to do her dirty work, her was fine with that, especially since she paid him well. But he knew to not to meddle in her affairs.
"How's it going?" Jack asked nonchalantly.
"Everything is in order," Doctor Drake replied.
"Good, so the samples I obtained for you were acceptable?" he asked.
"Yes, good. I trust you didn't have any issues getting them from the house?"
"Of course not. They went to a strip club. I was in and out quickly. No issues," he replied.
