Late Nights at the Lab - Hana - 01

Good evening,

This is the first story of mine I'm publishing here, so I'm very nervous! It's quite rough and only very loosely edited, but I felt I needed to push myself to finally publish at least something. I'm hoping it's still an enjoyable read, nonetheless. Any feedback -- positive or negative -- would be wholeheartedly appreciated (though please be gentle -- it's my first time!! >.<)

This story is about a young woman, Hana Tanaka, who has begun working the night shifts at a lab where dangerous military experiments are conducted. Her fantasies about a dangerous and thrilling sexual encounter become reality in the darkest depths, deep underground -- but is she able to handle the enormous reality of it...?

I hope you enjoy xx

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Hana's heart thumped in her chest as she meticulously wiped down the gleaming surfaces of the laboratory benches. The stark white light of the fluorescents cast a sterile glow over the chrome fixtures and glass beakers. Her sleek dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her glasses slipping down her slender nose as she leaned in closer to inspect her work. She was the only soul in the lab, working the graveyard shift. The isolation of the lab had a peculiar effect on her, amplifying the quiet sounds of her solitude--the hum of the refrigerator, the occasional ding of a finished timer, and the soft patter of her own breathing.

It had now been 6 weeks since Hana had left her parent's home upon receiving that small brown envelope - enclosed within, an invitation to work as a junior lab-tech at the prestigious and world-renowned "Tsu-Tech". Though having immediately leapt at the staggering opportunity to work at such a well-regarded laboratory, and leave her job at her parent's grocery store -- a job she was grossly over-qualified for - Hana's wonder had turned to dismay upon realising her sole task was to clean up after the day's experiments. Each dirty beaker and spill of an array of vibrant colours on the chrome workbenches was a crushing reminder of the excitement she was missing out on. Each vial and syringe placed back into their meticulously ordered place, for someone else to have the thrill of experimenting with.

"From polishing fruit to polishing beakers -- I guess at least I'm somewhat moving up in the world..."

A small chuckle escapes her lips, as she wiped sweat from her brow and began to put away the cleaning gear. She had a twelve-hour shift to complete her task for the night -- a task it took Hana's deft, slender hands merely three hours to complete. Since she wasn't allowed to return to the on-site dorm while on shift, Hana had to come up with strategies to cope with the crushing boredom. This largely came down to exploring the halls, reading up on the lab notes from the day's experiments, and -- when the boredom became too overwhelming -- other, more "recreational", activities involving an empty room with no cameras, and her delicate fingers.

Having completed her work for the evening Hana made her way to the break room. Reaching the corner of the cramped room she'd claimed as her own, she parked her tight buttocks down on the cushioned stool, tipping back on it until her small body rested against the cool steel of the locker. Folding her arms around her small breasts, she tilted her chin back as a long deep sigh escaped her. The silence of the break room was broken only by the faint buzz of the clock on the wall. Hana glanced at it, the red digital numbers taunting her with the endless stretch of time remaining in her shift. Her eyes wandered over to the rows of lockers, each one a dull, uninteresting metal door hiding secrets she wasn't allowed to be a part of.

However, far worse than the boredom, Hana thought, was the rising tide of sexual frustration brought about by her isolation.

Hana found herself biting her lip as her slender hand slid inside her white lab coat, deftly sliding through the waistband of her plaid skirt. It was a dangerous habit she'd picked up, masturbating in the break room, one that made her feel alive in the sea of monotony. Her hand slipped into her panties, the soft fabric of her cotton underwear caressing her skin. Her fingertips brushed against the wetness already there, and she couldn't resist the urge to explore further, her thumb circling her clit as she thought of the muscular, tattoo-laden arms of the soldiers she'd seen in the distant parts of the lab during her brief training tour.

Hana didn't have a huge amount of sexual experience -- she had only managed to lose her virginity a year ago, at 23, in the final weeks of her post-graduate degree. After spending many long nights together, working on countless projects, Hana's lab-mate had proclaimed his love for her upon completing their work. Caught up in the heat of the moment and the thrill of finishing their research, she let the shy, pimply, young man clumsily undress her and climb on top of her that night in the lab.

At first, he had just gawked at Hana's naked form, before running his soft hands all over her -- groping and pulling and tugging and teasing. It hadn't felt especially good, or intimate, but the fact that at least someone got worked up by the body she had been so mercilessly teased for having during school, had made Hana happy and, somewhat, excited. As she had laid back on the cold lab floor, bracing herself for what was to come, he awkwardly tried to enter her. His engorged cock slipping and sliding about, growing floppy and flaccid as his desperation and embarrassment grew. His inexperience was evident. Seeing how his face had dropped, along with his cock, Hana had decided to give him a hand. Tenderly placing her lips around his flaccid member, she did her best to reassure him as she tried to copy the techniques she'd only experienced through watching porn before. When his cock had finally become rigid, she had gently pushed him down, straddling him as she guided his writhing member into her pussy, now slick with anticipation.

The initial pain was sharper than she had anticipated, but slowly, it had given away to an intense sensation of fullness. Hana had felt her body respond, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily. She tried to focus on the pleasure, pushing past the discomfort, willing herself to enjoy it. Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, she felt the man stiffen underneath her, his cock swelling inside her. The nerdy young man had tightly grabbed her small body and pulled her into him, her small, pert breasts squished against his flabby chest. A sensation of hot wetness had filled up her up inside, making her body tingle all over. As Hana tried to process how conflicted she felt about her first time -- it having be so very sweet and tender, yet underwhelming and deeply unsatisfying -- she had felt hot tears on her cheeks as the man began to sob, apologising for the whole incident.

They ended up dating for only a few months after graduation before breaking things away. During that time, though the sex did improve, she just wasn't attracted to the guy. He was sweet and gentle with her, but she needed more than that. She needed someone with an air of danger to them, someone who could drive her crazy with lust and desire. The few dating app hookups she'd had here and there since, had not been able to satisfy her craving -- leaving her feeling empty, and used.

Now, having to live in the company dorms, Hana's sexual frustration had reached its peak. It was most definitely slim pickings amongst the other lab technicians -- most were many years past their prime, virile age, with the only other young people being women. She had contemplated the idea of experimenting with women. The idea seeming to somewhat overwhelm her when she saw a beautiful blonde lab tech attempting to fasten her bra around two delightfully soft voluptuous breasts, that fought back and stretched maddeningly at the lacey material. But what Hana really desired, was a big strong man who really knew how to treat a young woman just right. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the soldiers she'd occasionally glimpsed around the base -- muscles bulging as they marched, so much unlike the nerdy boys she'd spent her life around.

Her hand moved faster, her thumb pressing hard on her clit as she thought of the guards she'd seen around the base--tall, muscular, with an air of authority and danger that sent shivers down her spine. The way they moved, with such confidence and purpose, made her feel weak with desire. She imagined their strong hands on her body, their rough touch and demanding kisses. Her other hand slipped under her shirt, squeezing her breast, her nipple tight and begging for attention. The fabric of her bra rubbed against her sensitive skin, heightening the pleasure as she pictured herself in the arms of one of those soldiers.

The fantasy grew more intense, the guards' uniforms becoming a blur of desire in her mind. She imagined them discovering her in the break room, their eyes darkening with lust as they took in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. They would push her against the cold metal lockers, tearing at her clothing as they claimed her in a frenzy of passion. Her breath grew ragged, her body arching as she stroked herself closer and closer to climax.

She pressed back against the cold lockers, her hips rocking slightly as she stroked herself. The images of a massive man was vivid in her mind - she could almost taste the smell of his sweat mixing with the antiseptic scent of the lab. Her hand moved faster, her other hand squeezing her breast inside her lab coat. Her nipples had swollen into bullets, now abrasively rubbing against the fabric of her bra and needily begging for attention. The friction grew, and she felt the beginnings of a climax building in her core.

As she approached the peak of her pleasure, she heard a low growl that echoed through the sterile halls. Her eyes shot open, her body freezing in place. The fear of being caught mingled dangerously with the excitement of her impending orgasm. But the sound wasn't from the locker room -- it was from somewhere far below the lab, from somewhere she clearly wasn't supposed to go. She took a shaky breath, the sound echoing in her ears, and rose up from the chair, readjusting her clothes. Without a sound, her feet began to carry her in the direction of the guttural cry.

The corridor was eerily empty, the only company Hana had were the shadows cast by the flickering lights above. She tiptoed down the cold, gleaming floor, her heart racing like a rabbit's. The low growling grew louder with each step, and she couldn't ignore the dampness spreading between her legs, a silent testament to her curiosity and arousal. The lab was a maze of doors and corridors, each more intimidating than the last. Finally, she reached a heavy metal door with a digital keypad. Her trembling hand hovered over the pad as she recalled the whispers from the day-time staff of certain military experiments that were carried out below.

Taking a deep breath, she typed in the code she'd overheard during one of the rare moments when a researcher had let his guard down around her during the changeover. The lock clicked open, revealing a dimly lit staircase descending into the bowels of the building. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, she descended the steps, the growling now a constant, primal drumbeat in her ears. The air grew thick with the scent of something musky and male, setting her senses alight.

At the bottom of the stairs, she found herself in a cavernous room filled with humming machines and gleaming steel tables. The sight of a massive, muscular man strapped to one of the tables stole her breath away. He was a creature of mythical proportions, with bulging biceps and a chest so broad she could have slept on it. His skin - stretched thin over his massive frame, exposing a detailed web of tendons and veins - was a patchwork of scars, a testament to the brutal treatments he'd endured. As Hana took in the scene, she felt a thrill of fear and a dark desire she'd never known before, the heat and wetness between her legs rekindling with a fiery lust.

Her eyes were drawn to the thick, veiny cock jutting out from his crotch. It was so large, it looked painful. Despite herself, she took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch the warm, velvety skin.

The moment her fingertips made contact, the man's eyes snapped open, and he roared. The sound was deafening in the confined space, and she stumbled back in horror. He bucked against his steel restraints with ease, his cock thickening and growing even larger as he took in the sight of her.

Panic flooded Hana's system, but she was rooted to the spot. This creature of science and savagery looked at her with a hunger that she couldn't comprehend. His grunts grew louder, and she watched in horror and fascination as his muscles bulged, ripping the straps from the table like paper. The beast was free, and she was his prey. He lunged at her, and she was knocked to the floor, his weight pinning her down. The last thing she felt before the world went black was the hot, hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh.

When she came to, Hana's glasses were askew, and she was naked, her clothes torn to shreds. The monster of a man towered over her, his cock now fully erect, a beastly thing that seemed to have a mind of its own. She tried to scream, to fight back, but his massive hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries. His other hand grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vice, and held it out of the way as he positioned himself between her legs. The coldness of the floor against her skin was a stark contrast to the burning heat of his body.

Her eyes widened in terror as he thrust into her with a brutal force that made her vision swim. She could feel her body stretching around him, the pain unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her walls clenched around his invading shaft, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. His grunts filled the room as he took her again and again, each thrust more animalistic and primal than the last. She was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle for his seed. He continued to assault her insides, roughly stirring her up and stretching her beyond her limits. Silent tears began trickling down Hana's face as she accepted her fate, giving her body over to the wild beast.

As the hours dragged on, the pain grew more immense, roughly grabbing and biting at her body as the mountainous monster of a man continued to use her as his toy. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the smell of sex heavy in the air. The test subject had hardly ceased his merciless pounding of Hana's cunt, taking minute breaks to readjust himself to more easily angle into her. She had lost count of the times he had had her, the only record being the soreness of her battered pussy and the pool of cum around them. His libido clearly heightened to inhuman levels through whatever cruel cocktail of drugs that had been pumping in to him.

However, as time had gone on, Hana had noticed her pussy grew slicker, her body betraying her as it responded to the relentless fucking with a wanton need. She felt her orgasm building, a fiery crescendo that she hadn't known she was capable of. She tried feebly to resist -- to be taken in such a way and to be pleasured by it so exquisitely was more than she could bear. The creature noticed too and grunted in approval, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grip on her tightening. And then, with a roar that shook the very foundations of the lab, he came inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky semen, his cock still rock hard and buried deep within her.

Hana lay there, panting and trembling, her legs splayed open. The warmth of his seed began to seep out of her, pooling on the cold floor beneath her. She felt used and violated, but there was something else--a thrill that she couldn't explain.

As the relentless assault on her body continued, the pain turned into something else--something primal, something addictive. She watched his muscles flex and contract, the sheen of sweat on his skin, his eyes never leaving hers. She found herself moving with him, her own moans joining his grunts. Her body was his plaything, and she was powerless to stop it.

But, amidst the onslaught, she felt a flicker of something else -- control.

As she watched the beast fuck her, she realized that she could make him feel pleasure, could make him crave her touch. And with that realization, she reached down, her hand tentative at first, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, his eyes glazed with lust.

Her mind raced with the realization that she had some power in this twisted dynamic. Hana tightened her grip, pumping him in rhythm with his thrusts, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head. The beast was now her instrument, and she was the maestro orchestrating his symphony of pleasure. She felt a dark thrill at the sight of his restrained need, the way his body responded to her touch. His engorged member slopped out of her slick cunt as she pumped him harder, the feeling of emptiness within her slit now replaced by an intoxicating feeling of power as her fingers dancing across the length of his shaft.

The creature's breath grew ragged, and his grunts grew deeper, his eyes locked onto hers. He was massive, a towering specimen of brute strength, and yet here he was, panting and writhing beneath her touch. She felt a twinge of pity for the creature, but it was overshadowed by the raw desire that was now consuming her. She wanted to feel his power again, but this time on her terms.

The test subject's hands gripped the sides of the table, knuckles white with the effort of holding back. She could see the veins in his arms, the sheer effort it took for him to obey. And, as she stroked him, her own arousal grew. Her clit swelled and her pussy ached to be filled once more.

With a final, guttural roar, he came, his cum spurting out like a geyser, spraying across her and coating her naked body in his thick, sticky seed. The force of his orgasm was so intense that she could feel the table shake beneath them.

For a moment, there was only silence. The aftermath of their encounter lay between them, a tangible presence in the sterile room. Hana looked down at her bruised and cum-covered body, feeling a strange mix of revulsion and exhilaration. The beast had taken her, but she had also taken from him--his power, his control.

The smell of sex and sweat filled the air as Hana lay beneath the test subject, his breaths coming in deep, heavy gasps. She felt the weight of his body, the heat of his cum seeping out of her and pooling on the floor beneath her. Her body was a canvas of bruises and bites, but she couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed through her veins. As the monster slept, she knew that she had to find a way to survive this nightmare--and perhaps, to find some power in it.

She knew she should be disgusted, that she should run from this monster that had used her so roughly. But, she couldn't help the feeling of victory that surged through her, the knowledge that she had brought him to his knees.

Her hand slid down her body, her fingertips tracing the path of his seed that had run down her thighs. With trembling fingers, she reached down and touched her own clit, feeling the slickness of her arousal. Despite the horror of the situation, she was more turned on than she'd ever been. Her thoughts grew darker, her desires twisted. Maybe she could control this beast, make it give her what she'd always craved--the intense, all-consuming pleasure she'd never found in her mundane life.

With a strength she didn't know she possessed, Hana pushed the test subject onto his back and positioned herself between the muscular, tree trunks of his legs. She took his semi-erect cock in her hand, feeling its power, feeling the heat of it, and brought her trembling lips to the tip.