Test Subject — Chapter no 8

Chapter 8

Night Cap

He makes me wait some more, just holding his cock by my entrance.

With the hand not holding his cock, he pinches my clitoris, making me moan and wiggle.

Then, he grabs my hips, slowly pulls me closer while his invisible hands keep me steady, and plunges himself into me.

His cock vibrates through every agonizingly slow inch of penetration, making me scream before he’s even fully inside.

Once he’s settled himself, he starts an in-and-out rhythm. He goes slow and deep, but every time he’s deep in, I swear I can feel his cock thickening, spreading me open even more.

The first time he comes, I feel his hot semen fill me. But he keeps going. He doesn’t even stop for one second; if anything, the splattering sound of him thrusting through his own fluids turns both of us on even more.

The second time he comes, each thrust starts pushing out his jizz so that it runs down my thighs.

The third time, it’s too much. Semen splashes everywhere: my body, the wall, the floor. I even get some into my mouth, and greedily lick my lips.

“What a good girl you are.” Mehdi’s eyes are completely red by now, and he scratches my belly as he comes for the fourth time. I’m so full now that if he comes again, it will probably start shooting out of my pores.

He comes two more times. I’m just a screaming mess by the time he’s finished. His cock feels like it’s five feet long and at least as thick as a lamppost.

And then, having made me change my position multiple times in ways I never thought were possible, he laughs a warm laugh.

“You were such a naughty, greedy girl, but you took my seed well. You should be rewarded.”

And finally…I orgasm. It goes on for what must be at least ten minutes straight, and all the while I’m moaning his name at the top of my lungs. I scream and squirt all over, dissolving into a complete mess.

When I’m finally done, I collapse on the floor, so numb that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move again. I’m lying in a pool of semen— again.

Somehow, Mehdi is still rubbing his cock as he watches me, and after a moment he comes again and splashes it all over me. How is this much cum possible?!

I let him do it. I couldn’t resist right now even if I wanted to.

“I have another reward for you, besides my blood,” he says, indicating the corner of the room. I fight to move my head enough to look where he’s pointing.

After a moment my eyes focus on the table, where the syringe is already magically filled. “Something besides my blood, I said,” Mehdi corrects

impatiently. “A little secret.”

I just nod, not able to speak.

“Come here,” he snaps. I fly up toward him, born aloft by those same invisible hands.

My head still lolls limply on my neck, so he pushes up my chin, pointing my gaze toward the corner where the walls meet the ceiling.

“These things in the corner of every room…they are not bugs or dirty spots.”

Finally, I see what he’s talking about. A tiny pinprick of darkness.

That…could that be…?

“Cameras?” I whisper, and Mehdi softly laughs into my ear.

“Oh yes, kitty.”

“Are they…watching?” I shriek, and he laughs again.

“Who knows?” He makes me look at him again. “Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe the cameras are just to scare us off from behaving inappropriately in here, or maybe our hosts are beating their meat watching us. Who knows?”

I sink down to the ground when he lets the invisible force drop me, and I sit there for a long time while Mehdi tells me all kinds of stuff about this place.

How the other workers before me tried to force the test subjects to give up their blood.

How Richard and Mr. Sire never went in to see the subjects or bothered to ask how they felt about anything.

And then, how the other workers mysteriously disappeared without warning.

“So, do me a favor, little kitty. Do as they say and stay here, would you?

I’ve grown quite fond of you, and I can’t wait to see what you do with the other subjects,” Mehdi says, grinning.

“Do you…think I have to sleep with all of them?” I whisper, and Mehdi

laughs out loud.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“Is that…the reason I’m here?”

“Oh, the reason is still the blood. But I’m sure they chose such a”—he

licks his lips—“treat for a reason.”

I should be offended, but I’m not.

Finally, I can stand up and try to fix my clothes as much as possible.

The jizz is mostly dried and not visible without closer inspection.

I turn to get the blood, but I hesitate.

“You got anything on your mind, kitty?” Mehdi asks. I nod. “Enlighten me,” he encourages.

I turn again to face him, put my hand on his face, get on my tiptoes, and gently kiss him. He seems surprised, his lips tense for a moment.

But then, when I make to leave, he makes his invisible hands pull me back to him, sticking his tongue into my mouth. It vibrates in there like I’m kissing a purring cat.

Eventually, I pull away and take a few steps back.

“What was that for?” he asks, an honest smile on his lips now.

“I wanted to thank you, and”—now I’m the one smirking—“I need some material for my dream tonight.”

Mehdi’s grin widens. “You’re way naughtier than I anticipated, Miss Woods,” he says softly.

I grab the blood, and smile at him again before leaving the room. I lock the door behind me, go to the locker room, and clean myself up in the sink until I’m pretty sure there’s no obvious dried jizz on my skin.

When I step into Mr. Sire’s office, he closes his computer like the day before, looking up at me with a warm smile.

“You’re successful again,” he says. I nod, putting Mehdi’s blue blood on the table. “Impressive,” Mr. Sire praises.

“May I ask you something?” I dare. He nods, most of his attention still on the vial of blood. “What exactly is your job here?”

Mr. Sire’s smile disappears for a moment, then returns, looking more calculated.

“I lead an international business, Miss Woods. The results we get here from the test subjects’ blood might help millions of people all around the world. You are doing a very important duty for humankind.”

It all sounds more like a PR pitch than an answer.

“But what are you doing?” I inquire.

Mr. Sire stands up and crosses around the desk to tower over me. He reaches for a strand of my hair, curling it with his finger.

“I am keeping my subjects where they belong. So hurry off, go to your apartment,” he says. I nod, turn around, and immediately go through the door. As soon as I close it, something occurs to me.

Does this mean I am Mr. Sire’s subject as well?

***

That night, in my bed, wearing the super-expensive lingerie I found stocked in the closet, I can’t find sleep.

I can’t help thinking about both Mehdi and Sylvan. Two days’ worth of the most intense, incredible sex I could imagine feels like it’s turning me insatiable.

“Mehdi?” I whisper. I feel stupid; it doesn’t make sense to think he’d be able to hear me, but then again…he said he could be everywhere.

Nothing happens, so I sigh and turn around, staring at the wall. I should sleep. I had an exhausting day. I should be very ready for sleep, not lying here wishing for another round.

A few moments later, I feel something settle onto the bed. My first instinct is to shoot up and find out what it is, but I wait.

The blanket lifts up, and softly, a hand strokes my naked leg.

“I knew you’d hear me,” I whisper. As a reply, the hand gently pinches my thigh. “I need more of you. Fuck me again, please?”