Deadline Day

The coffee shop was uncharacteristically quiet. Ellie opened Overleaf. She clicked on "Comparative Analysis of Mitochondrial DNA Mutations in Sympatric Populations of Pinus sylvestris and Pinus nigra" and scrolled down to the methods section. A hot Italian couple were chatting away next to her, which would have been distracting if it weren't being eclipsed by the vibrator in her pussy. It was extremely humid outside, and she was hoping for a thunderstorm as soon as possible to clear the air, and hopefully mask any pesky vibrator sounds.

She hovered her cursor over the offending sentence: "In order to facilitate the extraction of high-quality mitochondrial DNA from the collected needle samples of both Pinus sylvestris and Pinus nigra specimens, we utilized a modified version of the cetyl trimethylammonium bromide (CTAB) protocol". How many times did she need to remind Riccardo? Keep your writing clear and concise, and never say "utilized" when "use" works perfectly well. She right clicked to add a comment, but as she was about to type the Lush increased in strength.

She frowned, the corrections she wanted to make fizzling out as the vibe moved up and down in power level. She bit her lip slightly and started typing "Too wordy, also always say use instead of utilize". The lush ticked up in strength again, making an audible buzzing sound. The Italian guy glanced over, confused. "Stop it" she texted A. The response came back quickly: an angel emoji. The Lush started swinging between about half power and close to the max level.

She exhaled sharply, gripping the sides of the chair. She really shouldn't have been so stubborn. But she was normally pretty productive during the Thursday night Lush sessions. Tonight was extra hard because 1) A was being uncharacteristically playful with the settings, and 2) she hadn't been fucked in days because of the paper writing crunch. Embarrassing as it was, she needed A to tone it down. "Sir, I can't write with the Lush on high settings" she texted. The vibe continued to buzz.

"Uh huh. That's a shame." came the response. The Lush rested on something close to the highest setting for what felt like an age. Pinus nigra felt like a distant memory. She let out a tiny groan and fiddled with the hem of her tiny corduroy skirt, wishing she could fuck herself there and then. She gathered herself and texted "I mean it. I've got to get this damn paper dealt with :(".

"If you're too much of a whore to write like this, send me a voice note saying so." She winced, and immediately stood up to get to the bathroom. She caught the Italian guy glancing over at her as she waddled across the room, taking tiny steps to avoid disrupting the Lush. She smiled at him and adjusted her neckline. If she didn't have this deadline she would have definitely tried to flirt with them. It was a private bathroom, thank god, so she was less worried about the persistent buzzing. She sat on the toilet and started recording a note.

"A, you're totally right, I'm too much of a slut to think about molecular ecology, so can you turn down this stupid... " actually, maybe demanding anything wouldn't help matters. "I just mean, I'll be such a good little fucktoy once this writing is done, you can use me however you want, whenever you want, you can..." the vibe turned up once again and her mind went blank briefly. The voice note will just have to have five seconds of silence. "... I'm a dirty little whore who can't do anything sensible when I'm played with, OK? I'm a dirty little whore... I am a... Jesus, you get the picture A!" she trailed off and stopped recording, hoping she'd done enough.

Texts came through in quick succession.

"There's a good fucktoy. I'll let you off in a minute."

"Remember no touching yourself unless I give you permission"

"And the next session is going to be much worse since you're skimping on this one"

"I bet you're desperate for my hard cock to be inside you right now"

She managed a smirk. This guy was just as horny as she was! As if he could read her mind, as she had this treasonous thought the Lush went up to its highest setting. She hunched over and moaned softly.

Her mind went fuzzy, the bathroom walls shifting like sand. Then everything snapped into focus. She could see A in the kitchen of his flat, still in his work clothes, but with his cock out and furiously jerking off. It wasn't exactly a daydream, she could see every detail of the spice right behind him, hear the gentle hum of the fridge. On top of the weird visual fidelity, she noticed she could almost feel the sensation of A touching himself. Every time he pulled his foreskin up and down, she felt a sharp burst of pleasure. Somehow, she was still feeling the effects of the Lush in her pussy too, and the combination was almost overwhelming.

As quickly as it appeared initially, the vision faded away, and at the same time she came violently, whimpering and legs shaking. She tried gripping the loo roll for support but just ended up pulling a huge length of toilet paper over herself. "Fuck!" she said. The Lush finally turned down to a lower setting as she continued to feel the aftershocks.

"Are you alright?" the Italian woman called from outside.

"Oh. Yes, yes fine. I just tripped!" she forced out a laugh.

"Okay!"

She got up gingerly. Her pants were soaked. What the hell just happened? Did she really need cock so much it was causing hallucinations? Well, whatever, she could deal with that later. She left the bathroom and hurried past the Italian woman, texting A "I understand. Thank you sir!!!". She sat down and hit enter on the Overleaf comment.

Ignoring the mysterious visions, now that she had came, the biology felt clearer. She got to work editing, fiddling with some settings to make the graphs look prettier, and leaving increasingly passive aggressive comments on Riccardo's contributions. As long as the Lush remained on the low settings, she was fine. Occasionally A decided to turn it up for a few minutes, but she just gritted her teeth and let it wash over her, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of begging for it to be turned down.

Eventually, she started to run out of energy. The waitress wandered over to remind her it was nearly closing time. After the long day of writing, not to mention the episode earlier, she could feel her mind going blank. She knew she should just give up and try to get some sleep. She just wanted to crack this paragraph giving background on forest ecosystems.

The Lush was still buzzing away on the lowest setting. She thought about the vision earlier, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as she felt a sudden desire to cum again.

"It's getting a bit late, are you sure you want to keep working? Surely you aren't being particularly productive at this point" A texted. He was probably right, but she ignored him. She scrolled up and down on the Overleaf. Another one of Riccardo's clunky sentences presented itself. She went to comment but her mind felt empty again. How would she put this?

The rain outside started picking up. The Italian couple got up, both glancing over at her. The energy in the room felt weird, colours popping out in odd ways. She had definitely been working for too long.

Then the walls started shifting again. The shimmering effect from the bathroom was back, but this time she wasn't transported anywhere else. She was still in the coffee shop, but it was like the contrast had been turned up, everything was hyperreal. What the hell was this?

The Italian couple grabbed her by the arms, and bent her over the table.

"You think we didn't know what you've been doing this whole time?" the guy said.

"I...What do you..." she tried to shake them off but they easily kept hold of her. Another vision? It felt too tangible for this to be a dream, but at the same time everything seemed disjointed. The waitress looked on, seemingly disinterested. "Hey!" she called, attempting to wriggle free again.

"She doesn't care, she knows what a slut you are" the woman said, and pulled out a gag, securing it in Ellie's mouth.

The man undid his belt, folded it over and went to stand behind her. For a moment she found this almost funny. "Am I really resorting to the 'Dom guy undoes his belt to use as an impact toy' cliche for my visions?" she thought. But then the short, hard slaps started raining down on her butt and upper thighs. It didn't feel like this was a dream. She tried to squirm away from the pain, but the woman kept her in place, and started binding her arms together with some rope. The man pulled down her pants and slowly teased out the Lush. She shivered in pleasure despite herself as it slipped out with an undignified plopping sound. The man must have handed it to the woman, she dangled the toy in front of Ellie. As expected, it was totally soiled from spending so long inside her.

"You've been enjoying yourself" the woman said. She had a light, almost musical tone. Ellie could only manage a halfhearted objection through the gag. She no longer felt in control of her thoughts. She could hear the heavy breathing of the man behind her. The woman was gently scooping up some pussy juice from the toy, and started smearing it on her face: "Now you've got a reminder of it".

The man was shuffling behind her, and started pressing his hard cock gently on her pussy. Ellie felt her consciousness slipping, only able to concentrate on the woman's hands on the face, and the teasing sensation of the man slipping just inside her, but no further. This state of affairs seemed to last for an eternity, although she had no idea how long it was actually going on for.

"Don't worry, I only play with whores, not fuck them" he said, just as she could no longer bear it. He withdrew his cock, spanked her with what felt like as much force as he could muster, then pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. The couple quickly manhandled her back into a sitting position, putting her pants back on and removing the gag and rope.

The walls started shifting again and everything came back into focus. The shop was empty apart from the waitress, no sign of the couple. Another daydream? She had been thinking the couple was cute earlier. But the whole thing was way too real. She looked down, and the Lush was sat on the chair between her legs, still covered in liquid. She shoved it off the chair into her bag, scrubbing away the evidence on the chair with a tissue. She still felt unconscionably horny, was that just from the Lush? She shivered and closed the laptop. Her butt felt sore too--could it be some kind of psychosomatic response?

She hurried out into the downpour. Too late, she checked her face for moisture where the woman had applied the results of the Lush to her. Shit, was it wet before she got rained on?

She started heading to the tube. This damn paper better get accepted...