Authors: Tabitha Rayne
“You can’t.” The governor smiled with genuine warmth at Deborah and got up, urging her to do the same. “You don’t have to trust me. All you have to do is what you’ve been doing in the lab—all the work you’ve already done—and record it however you do, but, alongside that, I want you to continue the line of investigation you think will reap the most rewards.” There was a sparkle in her eyes now and her voice went up a pitch. “I want you to find a cure, Deborah. I want you to fix this world. I will help you. Let me know what you need and I’ll get it for you. Just pass two notes to Jane, one official and one for my eyes only. Jane knows how to be discreet.”
Deborah snorted. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” She smirked at the governor. “For example, she let it slip that you have a penchant for curly-haired drivers…” She watched as the blush rose on the woman’s chest and neck, flushing all the way up to her cheeks and cherry red lips.
“Yes, well.” The governor self-consciously touched the corner of her mouth and Deborah found it almost endearing. “I wanted to make sure you were paying attention, so I asked her to do that.”
“Fucking hell, is everything contrived in this place?” Deborah suddenly felt very trapped, as if her ally in Jane had been whipped away from her.
“Listen. Please, if you never trust me, please know that you can trust Jane.” The governor reached out and gently cupped Deborah’s cheek. It was her turn to blush as the action made a bubble of anticipation rise in her chest. “Everyone needs to trust someone, Deborah,” she whispered, then very slowly leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “Now, remember, anything you need.”
She turned Deborah toward the door and pushed her gently forward with her hand at the small of her back. As she left the room and returned to Jane’s custody once more, she turned and caught the eye of the governor who had a look of deep pleading on her face, as if it was her dying hope that Deborah was to be her savior.
No pressure then
, thought Deborah as she was guided back to her cell.
“Aren’t I supposed to be working?” she asked, and Jane stopped.
“I thought you wouldn’t be feeling like it after all that,” she said.
“No, I think I should go to the lab. I have a lot of research to be getting on with.”
Jane smiled broadly and took her by the arm, as if she were a dapper gentleman taking a date to the opera. She deposited her in the cool, white glow of the makeshift laboratory.
Chapter 18
Excitement coursed through Deborah as she started her work with renewed vigor. Picking through the contents of the box she’d thrown to the floor, she realized what an enormous task she had been given. To save the world.
All well and good
, she thought while sorting through vials and pots,
but it will take forever just to do the required logging of materials
. She took out a sheet of paper and wrote the first required item on her list for the governor.
1 – an assistant
She chewed her pencil for a moment, then went back to ordering the chaos. Once all the bottles had been sorted and lined up, Deborah sighed and sat on a low chair, lifting her feet onto the high desk. Her neck cracked several times as she twisted it this way and that, a smile forming on her lips as she remembered the last day she’d worked before her exile. That was the day she’d made the discovery. The real line of investigation she had to follow.
The bubble of excitement that had been awakened in the governor’s office shot down between her legs as she remembered Marcus’s voice feeding instructions through the big, old phone. The memory of the resistance and then the slip-slide of the test tube she’d pushed inside herself as Marcus listened and urged was so clear, her pussy twitched as though it really was dancing at her opening. Tentatively, she let her fingers roam down to that perfect center and cupped her mound through her tunic, undulating her hand and feeling her own warmth grow and rise.
It’s happening
, she thought with a gasp as, at last, arousal flooded her senses. Her legs tensed and her toes pointed up to the window as she rocked on her hands. These weeks of frustration welled and raged through her veins and she knew it would be quick—too quick. She tried to slow her pace, let herself fall fully into it, but her body was too hungry for release. She squeezed her thighs and clamped her hands to her pussy, rocking and humping fast and hard. Sweat prickled over her shoulders and brow and the fabric gathered at her sex dampened. Every muscle in her body rose and stilled, all breath stopped for that sweet agony of a second, then the wave engulfed her, breaking out into a shuddering climax. She could hear her own groans as if from far away.
Breathe
, she told herself, as her peripheral vision began to dim. She inhaled as if for the very first time and it ignited the passion she’d been lacking, carrying it through her network of blood vessels to the very tips of her being.
Deborah felt light and airy, as if she could just float away. Knowing she didn’t reach anywhere like the meeting point didn’t worry her for now, she was just glad to know her frigidity wasn’t permanent. Smoothing out her rumpled tunic, she made ready to work in earnest. Looking at the huge task that lay ahead of her, she took up her pencil and added two more items to her list.
2 – another research assistant
3- more test and boiling tubes—assorted sizes
She grinned from ear to ear and folded the list once. Filling it out was going to be fun.
* * * *
Marcus was still reeling from his sudden bout of doubting. He’d continued with his work, but it was mechanical, and the light had faded from his eyes. The clients had also begun to notice.
“Hey, honey.” The curvy redhead underneath him clawed for his undivided attention. “I’m paying for the best, so a bit of focus, please?”
Marcus felt used and cheap. He withdrew from the woman’s clutching, desperate sex and stared at her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your money’s worth,” he said, and slithered his way down between her legs.
Her pussy glistened with a fiery halo of hair and Marcus’s body responded to the sight. His already hard cock stiffened further and his mouth began to water with the anticipation of feasting on this ruby jewel. The arousal didn’t make it to his mind, though, and he fell onto the woman, lapping and twisting his fingers in and out until the tell-tale shuddering began without taking his usual satisfaction from the act. The woman bucked and shrieked, engulfing him in molten liquid while her fleshy walls spasmed around his fingers.
“Oh yeah, that’s more like it, honey,” she said in a dramatic, breathless voice and twisted her fingers into his hair, pulling him out from between her thighs. “Now fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked.”
The fire Marcus had just swallowed seemed to intoxicate him with ferocity. He did as the woman bid and threw her over onto her front, yanking her hips high to expose her pouting pussy. He took his cock in one hand and guided it to the slippery entrance, rolling it around the edges while she twitched and suckled, trying to catch him and pull him inside.
“Stop teasing,” she snarled, and backed her ass onto him.
He watched his cock disappear up into her suckling depths and he grabbed her hips once more, pushing her roughly off him, only to slam in a split second later. If she wanted to be fucked, then that’s what she would get. Thrust after thrust, harder and harder, until she squeezed him so tight in her quivering cunt that he exploded and came just as she wanted—right into her. He held her there for a moment or two before withdrawing as she sank further into the chaise longue, mewling and purring like a satisfied cat.
It was the strangest orgasm he’d had in a long time—purely mechanical. It was fulfilling in a physical way but was nowhere near the satisfaction he usually got when searching for Deborah in the ether of the meeting point. He got up and watched as the woman righted herself and pulled on her luxurious robe. She was obviously very used to demanding and getting exactly what she wanted.
* * * *
By the time Deborah was escorted back to her cell she had organized every last sample, shelf, drawer, and record in the laboratory. Now she knew that her work did have a purpose she’d gone at it with renewed vigor. She was exhausted.
Gloaming was setting in and she pulled on her nightshirt and clambered up to the window to catch the remaining light. Her fingers trembled as she flicked through the pages of Marcus’s notebook, trying to find a particular entry. She’d committed so many of his words to memory already in the dim light of the moon’s rays during her time in the cell, but she had to see the words and his writing. It was like communicating with him. Since her lack of sexual arousal, she needed something to make her feel connected.
The pages were soft on her fingertips as she fanned them, sweeping his faint aroma up to her. There, she’d found it.
I coaxed a quivering, shuddering release from her tonight with only my cock. It was so beautiful to watch it slip inside the pulling flesh of her delicate yet powerful folds. I tried to keep note of the angle, the dip, the force, the depth, but she squealed from her throat in that way that sends me flipping out in fractals of pure want...pure need. I had to just grab her hips as her pussy walls clenched around me and fuck her with all my being. She was so hot, so ripe, so wet, when she came I was engulfed in her pleasure—it blew me away. It threw me into a shuddering, spasming, feral creature and I growled, I growled over her as I fucked her. I wanted to consume her, to tear her flesh from her bones with my teeth. I wanted to have her all to myself, inside myself, forever. When we collapsed onto the sheets together, I’m sure I felt the resistance of our physicality give, just a little, and she slipped into me for just a second…
Deborah closed the book and held it to her breast. She leaned her head back against the cold brickwork and fell into the memory of that night. It had been sublime. The way he’d taken her with such ferocity had made her yearn for him even while he was fucking her. She understood his words about wanting to eat her up as it was exactly how she felt about him. She’d wanted to tear him apart with the lust she felt for him. The desperate need.
Breathing hard through her nose, Deborah felt at last the swelling of arousal in her abdomen. She arched her back into the wall and pushed her pelvis out into the night, pulling her nightshirt up over her mound to expose herself to the growing darkness. She spread her legs, shuffling her feet along the metal headboard she’d been balancing on, and held the notebook between her teeth. Clutching her pussy with both hands, she bent her knees to get a good, hard grip. She pulled her outer lips apart and dipped a finger roughly inside, pulling it out again to smear the juices over her clit.
She wished she could have seen what Marcus saw—wished she could watch herself open and stretch to accommodate his thick, hard dick. She bit down harder and opened her pussy wider, pushing three fingers into her soaking hole. It wasn’t enough—she wanted to be rammed to the brink of her existence. Still holding tight, she let the book drop from her mouth and pushed herself off the wall, falling on the bed with her fingers still deep inside her dripping sex. She moved her hips, thrusting and humping like he would have, and imagined she was him. Her heart beat wildly as she reached further underneath herself, trying to transfer her copious lubrication up to her anus. She was so turned on by her fantasy that as the tip of her finger reached the peaking ring of muscle, she came, hard and convulsing over her own hands.
As she became aware of her surroundings again, she could hear the sound of the creaking bedsprings slowing along with her heaving breaths. It was a good, satisfying orgasm and Deborah kept her hands in place until the cool draft of the night air dried her sweat and made her shiver.
Drawing her blankets up to her chin, she wondered why she hadn’t fallen into the void of spirituality that she usually did. She concluded that she’d had to visualize her fantasy so completely there was no room to trip off on a journey to the meeting point. Her brain couldn’t be split into that many areas. She was a little disappointed but also quite liked the fact that she now knew a possible way in which to control her mind. She could keep herself tethered to this reality if she kept her visual imagination with plenty to do.
The other positive was the fact that she’d become aroused to the point of climax twice in one day—not bad going after the arid few weeks she’d had. An image of the governor trailing her hand across her jaw flashed into her psyche. She shook it away as quickly as it came—she wouldn’t allow that woman to have anything to do with her newfound want. But her lips tickled with the memory of that tiny, barely there kiss. The heat and sweet scent of the governor’s breath brushing and tickling at the downy hairs at the corner of her mouth. Deborah stopped her fantasy dead. There would be no thoughts of fraternizing. She was there to do a job.
The benefits of being able to make herself come were far-reaching—she would be able to seek out the meeting point, she would be satisfied, but most of all, she would be able to continue her investigations into female arousal on the sperm samples. For the first time since she’d arrived, Deborah fell into a sleep free from worry or tension.
Chapter 19
“Long day?” Katja’s soothing voice accompanied the hand that rested on Marcus’s shoulder as he gazed out over the walls to the wild countryside beyond. He was tired and desolate; he’d studied every nook of the perimeter but the walls were all sound.
“I’m just tired.” He turned, making his best effort to smile at Katja, but he knew it fell short of his eyes. He returned his gaze to the grounds. The grip on his shoulder intensified and sharp nails dug into his flesh.
“Please, Marcus.” Katja’s voice was breaking with emotion and anger. “You can’t give up. I need your plan to work. You promised me it would work, you promised me…” She let go of him and fell to the floor, sobbing into her knees. “I’ve been here so long, I can’t even remember what he looks like anymore.” Her body convulsed with heavy sobs, and Marcus crouched down beside her, trying to show some sort of reassurance that he didn’t feel. He decided to just tell her the truth.