Author's note: This is the second story in a series. I did my best to make reading the first story unnecessary to understand this one, but I may have left gaps. If you're worried, you can always just read the first one. Most people seem to like it alright.
I've revealed more about the Room and the test subjects themselves; I intend to reveal a bit more with each installment.
As always, I love reading your comments, and I'll accept criticism as well, just don't be too mean; after all I'm still brand new at this.
I really hope you enjoy:
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Kelly's eyes fluttered momentarily as they opened. For a second, panic struck her, and she couldn't remember where she was. As she glanced around, her memory returned. The panic was slowly replaced by a sinking feeling, as she remembered her predicament.
The bare white room was unchanged, and laying across from her was the same man who had violated her throat so recently.
The experience flooded her mind, and she cursed her body as she felt her pussy growing moist again. It didn't matter to her young, fertile body that she was a prisoner in an unknown location, held by unknown captors. Her womanhood had sensed sexual passion, and the natural instinct to breed began prepping her body; regardless of how revolted her mind was at the thought.
She had to admit that the man was attractive though, even though he was no less than twelve years older than her... maybe more...
She whispered to herself under her breath, angrily lecturing her own body. "He looks like he's in his early thirties, and he's a stranger... AND he loves fucking my throat without permission. BUT... his dick is big, and his body is healthy, and his cum is thick and plentiful, and APPARENTLY, that is all you stupid, stupid ovaries crave, isn't it?"
The man's name was Derick, and he had just gotten done fucking her throat and making her swallow down every drop of his seed.
He then had the nerve to invite her to sleep next to him on his bed, but she had obviously refused. Derick hadn't seemed particularly bothered or surprised by this, and had quickly laid down and fallen asleep himself.
She had stayed as far from him as possible, but amazingly, she had also drifted off to sleep in spite of her fears.
Her mind worked hard to rationalize everything that had occurred. She wanted to hate him, but supposedly he had been forced into the act, just like she was. Although his raw and vocal enjoyment of the experience, juxtaposed to her misery, did not endear him to her.
As if he somehow sensed her thoughts, he stirred and sat up, looking at her again.
Just as before, she tried to cover her nakedness; although, not nearly as much. It felt almost pointless to cover her breasts in the presence of a man whose balls had been slapping her chin so recently, with his engorged manhood probing every inch of her throat.
"Hello there, Kelly." He said, cheerily. "I hope your throat isn't feeling too abused after our first escapade. If it is, I can heal it up with this thingy..."
He reached into an almost imperceptible void in the wall and withdrew the gun shaped object she had seen him use on himself, after she had kicked him.
"I don't understand how this thing works, but it relieves pain like you wouldn't imagine. It seems like spaceage technology to me."
Kelly shook her head. "I'm fine now." The statement was mostly true. She still felt violated and shamed, but all of her throat's discomfort from the rough fucking it had taken was largely gone.
Suddenly a flash of insight hit her. Anger began to creep into her voice as she said, "Wait, are you meaning to tell me that you had a magic pain-removal gun, and you didn't think to let me use it to stop those violent cramps?! They were the only reason I let you fu... do anything to me!"
Derick shook his head. "I'm afraid that wouldn't work. They shut the gun off remotely during the tests. We can't use it to stop the "incentive pain," nor can we use it to ease the discomfort of rough throat fuckings or whatever. At least not during the tests. Sorry."
"You seemed to know a lot about this place," Kelly said, her voice returning to a more natural tone. "How long did you say you'd been here? A year?"
Derick nodded. "Roughly a year." He stood up rapidly, his manhood still flopping around freely. He felt along the bare wall for a moment, before his hand came to rest on an empty section. He gave the wall a firm push, but nothing seemed to change.
Without warning however, a portion of the white surface began to glow with large digital numbers, slowly ticking upwards. "This is always counting, and it seems to pertain to the amount of time each person has been here. If you press this spot, your numbers should appear for a minute or so."
Derick released the wall, and the numbers lingered for a while before fading. "They aren't seconds..." He commented. "One lady I met in here named them 'shmeconds.'" He laughed, good-naturedly. "So that's what I call them at least. They're almost exactly one and a half seconds long, so it's easy to do the math and figure out how long you've been here."
Kelly stood up immediately and strode across the room, not remembering to cover her naked body at all. Derick stared at her shapely form lustfully, but she didn't notice. Her fiery red hair hung delicately down past her shoulder blades; the color perfectly matched her bright, green eyes and her soft, naturally pink lips.
Her perky breasts bounced slightly as she walked, drawing Derick's attention to them immediately. They were so fresh and undefiled, and they begged to be suckled and caressed. Derick could feel his member stiffening while simply looking at their supple form. Taking a step back to give her room, he continued to stare unapologetically.
Kelly placed her hand on the wall where Derick had shown her. A series of numbers appeared, constantly counting.
"64813," Kelly read aloud. "That's how many seconds or whatever I've been in here? How long is that?"
As Derick tilted his head to the side in thought, his leering gaze never faltered. By this point, he had worked his way down to her perfectly curvy hips. 'Breeding Hips' as his friends had always called them. They were tanned to the perfect shade, soft and smooth. Involuntarily, he imagined what it would feel like to dig his fingers into them as he gripped them tightly, pounding away at her from behind.
Kelly's eyes were transfixed on the numbers as they slowly climbed. Derick's eyes on the other hand, stayed transfixed on Kelly's beautiful form. His eyes worked their way down to the impeccably smooth lips of her pussy, which he could just barely see peeking out from below.
Her legs were spread wider than she'd probably realized, and the tantalizing folds of her outer labia made Derick's mouth water. This was his first chance to get an unobscured view, and he savored it immensely.
