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.
He could just imagine how fresh and pink her clit must be down there, and his shaft grew even harder as he pictured his cock head pressing up against her opening. The mental image of his fat shaft spreading those soft lips apart made his knees feel weak.
"64901," Kelly said, still observing the numbers as they ticked away. "How long is that exactly?" She turned, noticed him leering, and covered herself again as best she could. "What do you think you're staring at?"
Derick snapped back from his thoughts, and he answered. "Oh... I was staring at your pussy." His answer was so blunt, she took a step backward in shock.
"But to answer your question, 64901 would be about 12 hours or so." He answered evenly.
Kelly continued to try keeping her female parts hidden from his open gaze. "How did you know that so quickly?"
"How... what? I did the math...? Obviously." His voice was condescending, making her feel very small and foolish.
"But you did it so quickly. In your head?"
"Well of course. That isn't particularly difficult." He smiled. "I suppose I have an advantage in that department. I'm a math professor, after all. Or at least I was. In my old life."
"What is a math teacher doing staring at a highschool girl's pussy?" She asked, accusingly.
Derick shrugged. "Hey, you already told me you turned 18 last week. It isn't like I asked to be put in here. As long as I'm stuck in this place though, I might as well enjoy the scenery, right? It beats staring at a blank wall, or counting 'shmeconds'." He chuckled.
Kelly suddenly felt a deep sense of sorrow, both for herself and for this man who'd been trapped in this hellhole for over a year. Sure he had violated her throat with gusto, but could she really blame an imprisoned man for seeking sexual release? She couldn't decide.
"And you've been in this waking nightmare for over a year?" She asked. "How have you not gone completely insane?"
Derick shrugged again. "It's not as bad as you imagine. After the tests, we sleep, wake up, test, and go back to sleep. I've read that the worst part about imprisonment is the maddening boredom you experience. But in here, whenever you're bored, just try to fall asleep, and it'll come instantly. They do something to you to let you sleep whenever you want; that doesn't include test time though, obviously... But normally they only wake you whenever they want you to test more. I have no idea how they do it."
"What about your loved ones back home?" She exclaimed. "I assume you have a family who misses you... They probably think you're dead! Doesn't that hurt you?"
Derick shook his head. "Nobody is missing me right now, except maybe the school's dean. And he'd only get pissed because he's down one professor. From the stories I've heard from the other people in here, I've come to the conclusion that they only capture loners. I mean, people with little to no family."
His voice softened sympathetically. "I don't mean to be rude, but I assume you're also something of a loner?"
Kelly's arms dropped to her sides. She wasn't covering her body anymore, but she barely registered the change. Derick was correct. She had no one to care about her, except her awful, selfish foster mother. And since she had turned 18, she had been certain that she wouldn't be able to stay in her old home for much longer.
