“You’re gonna love this,” Ravi said, leaning through the doorway to Adelaide’s room.
She frowned at him. She had been lovingly unpacking her books and arranging them on the ample shelves provided her. After a moment of watching his grinning face, she finally realized he was waiting for her to ask.
“Love what?”
“This place! I’m here to give you your tour. This is going to knock your socks off.”
She raised a foot to wiggle her toes, showing off her sandals.
“Cute pedicure. Come on, it’s going to take the whole day.”
“I don’t get time to relax and unpack?”
“There’s time for that later. If you even want to unpack. I’ve seen a few girls run off after their tour.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“You’ll understand soon enough. Besides, the curiosity will get you off your butt.”
Adelaide huffed and stood. “Are you always like this?”
“Insufferable? I’ve been told.” He grinned at her and took her hand, barely giving her time to shut and lock the door behind herself as he tugged her down the hall.
His overenthusiasm was a bit catching, probably because his smile was so genuine. Adelaide blushed as she thought over how casually he’d taken her hand, and she hadn’t even tried to pull it away. This was certainly going to be an interesting job if she ended up in a relationship with her mentor.
She watched him as he lead the way through several locked doors, waving his badge in front of sensors without letting go of her hand. He was pretty cute, but he was so…alive for a recent graduate. Adelaide’s dating had been restricted to other Ph.D. candidates for a long while, and they had all always seemed a few minutes from death, or at least a season’s long hibernation. Apparently whatever their work was like here, it wasn’t stressful. Or Ravi was some sort of superhuman.
“Sit here,” Ravi said, pulling Adelaide back to the present. She did as instructed, sitting in a comfortable but practical chair in front of a large window to a sterile-looking room.
“Two way mirror?”
“Yes. We have observation rooms like this all over the place. This one’s 1A. That’s first floor, first room. Pretty simple, right?”
She nodded, her eyes on the examination table in the center. It was straight out of a gynecologist’s office, stirrups and all. Although… “Are those restraints?”
He nodded. “To keep people still when they get their injections. If you mess up an injection site, it really sucks for them. The schedule for this room is right here,” he said, passing her a clipboard with an unreadable array of abbreviations. “You’ll be able to read them pretty soon. The important part is that two subjects are in for testing and observation in a couple minutes. I’ll take all the notes that need to be taken, your job is just to get acclimated to watching.”
“…watching?”
“People have sex.”
She must have turned an interesting color, because Ravi burst out laughing. “It’s great, I promise. No one’s super ugly or anything. Ages of subjects are 18-24, and it’s all consensual.”
She swallowed. “Mmhmm.” If it were all consensual, why would it need to be on an off-shore facility? She was sure the government had to be breaking some law, now. And restraints for injections? Who the hell did that? Her train of thought was derailed when the door to the observation room was opened and a young blonde woman in scrubs walked in. She seemed to have a routine down, and she began undressing immediately, folding her clothes neatly in a pile near the door. She climbed onto the observation table once she was completely naked, putting her legs in the stirrups like it was a completely normal, everyday occurrence. Her cunt was completely exposed to them, dark pink and apparently a bit wet, as it glistened in the light.
Adelaide stared, open mouthed, at the display.
Ravi was laughing at her, of course. “After they’ve done this a few times they’re horny as soon as they head towards the room, which I think probably skews our results, them associating medical equipment with good sex, but the funding keeps coming and we’ve got a finite amount of volunteers, so whatever.”
Any response she would have had for that was left unsaid, as her attention was still on the apparent subject of the experimentation at Windcrest.
A woman in a labcoat, a fellow doctor, she assumed, entered the room and began strapping the young woman down with the leather restraints she’d noticed before. They went across the woman’s stomach, thighs, calves, and even her shoulders, upper arms, and wrists. The doctor then put on rubber gloves and prepped a needle with a dark purple solution.
“What is that?” Adelaide whispered.
“That is what is paying yours and my salary. Compound’s secret to only those refining it, but that may be you some day. It’s biologically sourced.”
She swallowed. “From what?”
“You’ll see that next.”
In the observation room, the doctor had moved between the woman’s legs, and was, of all things, rubbing her clit. Adelaide’s blush darkened as she realized she could hear those quite clearly through a sound system on their side of the glass.
“Why is she doing that?”
“Prepping the injection site,” Ravi said, grinning at her.
“It’s not—“ Adelaide was cut off by a screech of pleasure. The doctor had inserted the needle into the woman’s swollen clit, and apparently that was a good thing. “Oh my God.”
“Hope you’re not really religious, cause you’ll probably have a few objections to this place,” he chuckled.
“Oh my God,” she repeated, staring as the doctor left the room. “What now?”
“This study’s about time delay,” he said, peeking down at his clipboard. “This one’s…oof,” he winced. “She’s got an hour before someone comes and fucks her. Poor thing.”
The woman’s clit had gotten larger after the injection, presumably from the excess liquid in the needle. Adelaide would swear she could see it pulsing. The wetness of her cunt was starting to drip down onto the table beneath her, and her pussy itself was twitching, begging to be filled with something.
“So the drug…it’s an aphrodisiac?” Adelaide managed to squeak out.
“More or less. It does more than say, Viagra. A raging hard-on doesn’t mean you have to fuck something, now. This does.”
She looked over at him with alarm. “That’s not marketable. The moment someone takes this and rapes someone—“
“It’s not going to be marketed for the public. We’re a government facility, remember?”
“Then…then it’s a weapon?” She asked, horrified.
“…Not exactly. The idea is that it will be an instrument of peace.”
“How in the hell—“
“You’ll see, I promise.”
The poor subject in the observation room moaned, struggling with her restraints to try to close her legs, press her hand between them, anything.
“…The restraints being for the injection site is BS. They’re to keep her from hurting herself, aren’t they?”
“Fast learner,” Ravi said, brightly. “Now, as soon as another researcher shows up to finish my notes, we’ll be on our way to the next observation room.”
Adelaide swallowed and nodded, her eyes on the helpless young woman. She was very aware of her own clit as she watched, and wondered if Ravi could see her nipples through her bra. One hour. It had been only a few minutes, and her pussy was sopping. She wondered if the woman could make herself come with the twitching of her needy cunt.
Probably not.
She frowned at him. She had been lovingly unpacking her books and arranging them on the ample shelves provided her. After a moment of watching his grinning face, she finally realized he was waiting for her to ask.
“Love what?”
“This place! I’m here to give you your tour. This is going to knock your socks off.”
She raised a foot to wiggle her toes, showing off her sandals.
“Cute pedicure. Come on, it’s going to take the whole day.”
“I don’t get time to relax and unpack?”
“There’s time for that later. If you even want to unpack. I’ve seen a few girls run off after their tour.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“You’ll understand soon enough. Besides, the curiosity will get you off your butt.”
Adelaide huffed and stood. “Are you always like this?”
“Insufferable? I’ve been told.” He grinned at her and took her hand, barely giving her time to shut and lock the door behind herself as he tugged her down the hall.
His overenthusiasm was a bit catching, probably because his smile was so genuine. Adelaide blushed as she thought over how casually he’d taken her hand, and she hadn’t even tried to pull it away. This was certainly going to be an interesting job if she ended up in a relationship with her mentor.
She watched him as he lead the way through several locked doors, waving his badge in front of sensors without letting go of her hand. He was pretty cute, but he was so…alive for a recent graduate. Adelaide’s dating had been restricted to other Ph.D. candidates for a long while, and they had all always seemed a few minutes from death, or at least a season’s long hibernation. Apparently whatever their work was like here, it wasn’t stressful. Or Ravi was some sort of superhuman.
“Sit here,” Ravi said, pulling Adelaide back to the present. She did as instructed, sitting in a comfortable but practical chair in front of a large window to a sterile-looking room.
“Two way mirror?”
“Yes. We have observation rooms like this all over the place. This one’s 1A. That’s first floor, first room. Pretty simple, right?”
She nodded, her eyes on the examination table in the center. It was straight out of a gynecologist’s office, stirrups and all. Although… “Are those restraints?”
He nodded. “To keep people still when they get their injections. If you mess up an injection site, it really sucks for them. The schedule for this room is right here,” he said, passing her a clipboard with an unreadable array of abbreviations. “You’ll be able to read them pretty soon. The important part is that two subjects are in for testing and observation in a couple minutes. I’ll take all the notes that need to be taken, your job is just to get acclimated to watching.”
“…watching?”
“People have sex.”
She must have turned an interesting color, because Ravi burst out laughing. “It’s great, I promise. No one’s super ugly or anything. Ages of subjects are 18-24, and it’s all consensual.”
She swallowed. “Mmhmm.” If it were all consensual, why would it need to be on an off-shore facility? She was sure the government had to be breaking some law, now. And restraints for injections? Who the hell did that? Her train of thought was derailed when the door to the observation room was opened and a young blonde woman in scrubs walked in. She seemed to have a routine down, and she began undressing immediately, folding her clothes neatly in a pile near the door. She climbed onto the observation table once she was completely naked, putting her legs in the stirrups like it was a completely normal, everyday occurrence. Her cunt was completely exposed to them, dark pink and apparently a bit wet, as it glistened in the light.
Adelaide stared, open mouthed, at the display.
Ravi was laughing at her, of course. “After they’ve done this a few times they’re horny as soon as they head towards the room, which I think probably skews our results, them associating medical equipment with good sex, but the funding keeps coming and we’ve got a finite amount of volunteers, so whatever.”
Any response she would have had for that was left unsaid, as her attention was still on the apparent subject of the experimentation at Windcrest.
A woman in a labcoat, a fellow doctor, she assumed, entered the room and began strapping the young woman down with the leather restraints she’d noticed before. They went across the woman’s stomach, thighs, calves, and even her shoulders, upper arms, and wrists. The doctor then put on rubber gloves and prepped a needle with a dark purple solution.
“What is that?” Adelaide whispered.
“That is what is paying yours and my salary. Compound’s secret to only those refining it, but that may be you some day. It’s biologically sourced.”
She swallowed. “From what?”
“You’ll see that next.”
In the observation room, the doctor had moved between the woman’s legs, and was, of all things, rubbing her clit. Adelaide’s blush darkened as she realized she could hear those quite clearly through a sound system on their side of the glass.
“Why is she doing that?”
“Prepping the injection site,” Ravi said, grinning at her.
“It’s not—“ Adelaide was cut off by a screech of pleasure. The doctor had inserted the needle into the woman’s swollen clit, and apparently that was a good thing. “Oh my God.”
“Hope you’re not really religious, cause you’ll probably have a few objections to this place,” he chuckled.
“Oh my God,” she repeated, staring as the doctor left the room. “What now?”
“This study’s about time delay,” he said, peeking down at his clipboard. “This one’s…oof,” he winced. “She’s got an hour before someone comes and fucks her. Poor thing.”
The woman’s clit had gotten larger after the injection, presumably from the excess liquid in the needle. Adelaide would swear she could see it pulsing. The wetness of her cunt was starting to drip down onto the table beneath her, and her pussy itself was twitching, begging to be filled with something.
“So the drug…it’s an aphrodisiac?” Adelaide managed to squeak out.
“More or less. It does more than say, Viagra. A raging hard-on doesn’t mean you have to fuck something, now. This does.”
She looked over at him with alarm. “That’s not marketable. The moment someone takes this and rapes someone—“
“It’s not going to be marketed for the public. We’re a government facility, remember?”
“Then…then it’s a weapon?” She asked, horrified.
“…Not exactly. The idea is that it will be an instrument of peace.”
“How in the hell—“
“You’ll see, I promise.”
The poor subject in the observation room moaned, struggling with her restraints to try to close her legs, press her hand between them, anything.
“…The restraints being for the injection site is BS. They’re to keep her from hurting herself, aren’t they?”
“Fast learner,” Ravi said, brightly. “Now, as soon as another researcher shows up to finish my notes, we’ll be on our way to the next observation room.”
Adelaide swallowed and nodded, her eyes on the helpless young woman. She was very aware of her own clit as she watched, and wondered if Ravi could see her nipples through her bra. One hour. It had been only a few minutes, and her pussy was sopping. She wondered if the woman could make herself come with the twitching of her needy cunt.
Probably not.
