“Those fucking bastards!”
“…”
“I can’t believe it. Really. I can’t fucking believe this.”
“…”
I shake my head and crumple the letter in my hand before throwing it on the ground. “They lied to us. They lied to my face!”
Mai Lin says nothing. She bends down to pick up the letter, uncrumples it and begins to read.
I lower myself into a chair and put my head in my hands. I have to rub my fingers on my temples to keep the walls of despair from closing in around me. I look around. The laboratory is still humming as if our world, my life didn’t just end. I rub a hand down my face as I begin to calculate everything I’ll lose when the university finds out we didn’t get approval for human testing. My job, my reputation, my laboratory, my work. I look to Mai Lin. My assistant.
She’s been a perfect assistant for the past two years of her grad program. A hard worker, diligent, and attentive.
In a flash of horror, I realize what this might mean for her. This is her research too. Her thesis is about our treatment for high blood pressure. What could she do? Would she lose her student visa as well?
“…There must be an appeals process. I’m sure there is,” she says. She’s done the math too.
I shake my head. “Sure, if you’re a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. Mai, I’m-” In the moment, I want to say I’m sorry, but as I start to say it, I realize that would mean giving up. I look away, across the lab. There’s the serum. All ready to go. The metal incasing shines with brilliance. Desperate times…
…I turn to Mai. “Mai, do you believe in it?”
She looks at me. Thick glasses frame a stoic face. Intelligent, sharp eyes watch me. She’s a small thing, almost fragile in her lab coat.
What she sees is a stocky man, only a little taller than her, barrel chested with thick arms and thighs. I have a beard going to gray and my hair is beginning to thin. “If they’d let us get to trials, would we have passed?”
She stares at me in her way. “…Well, there’s the matter of the…side effect. The overactive sex drive?”
I shake my head. “Yes or no? We both know side effects can be mitigated, let’s not split hairs here. Would we have passed trials? Yes or no.”
“…Yes,” she finally says.
I stand up, pushing myself off the chair and stride across the lab.
“What are you going to do?” Mai Lin asks. I can hear the excitement, the concern rising in her voice.
“I’m going to test it myself.”
“Sir, Professor! You can’t do that, sir. What if something goes wrong? What if-”
I wheel on her, taking her by her shoulders. “I’m not going to let them kill us, Mai. I won’t let them do it.”
Mai looks at me. When I release her and turn back she’s putting on gloves.
“What are you doing?”
“You can’t administer it yourself.”
“Mai, don’t. I think it’s best if-”
“No, I’ve seen you try to find a vein. You can’t do it.”
I look at her and laugh. “Okay, that’s fair.”
Five minutes later, we’re ready.
I’m strapped into a chair as Mai approaches, wipes the crook of my arm with a sanitizing wipe, and fires the injection into my blood. The cold sensation of the liquid running through my veins is jarring.
A minute passes.
“How do you feel?” Mai asks. She is seated in observation, her pen scratching across the page, though she doesn’t remove her eyes from me.
“I feel fine, honestly. Maybe a little hot?”
“Too hot?”
“No, it’s fine for now.”
Two minutes pass.
I’m starting to feel…
“How do you feel?”
“…A little strange. Nothing alarming, maybe a little drunk? It’s an odd sensation. Woozy?”
Mai Lin, still writing, is drinking me in. So prim and proper. Her neck. I’ve never noticed her neck before. It’s soft and delicate. The few strands of straight black hair not caught in her hairbun frame her face. I wonder briefly what she looks like without glasses.
Three minutes pass.
An image of Mai Lin’s nude, vulnerable form lying on silken sheets, gazing up at me comes into my mind. The image is clear as day, and I twitch as I shake my head. I’m feeling hot.
“Professor?”
I grunt and struggle a bit against the restraints.
“Professor. What’s going on? Are you alright?”
Her voice is sexy. Provocative. She’s concerned for me. She’s nurturing. She’s going to make a good mother someday.
The image of a baby suckling on Mai Lin’s full, heavy, milk-laden breasts explodes across my mind. I know the child in the image is mine. Mai Lin is feeding my baby. Our baby from her breast.
My breath is rough, a growl as I feel a tremendous heat rising within me.
“Something’s wrong. Professor. Can you hear me?” She sets down her notes and crosses to me.
I watch her hips moving. As she nears, I smell her. I’ve never noticed her scent before. I can smell her pussy. She’s a few feet away from me and I can smell her pussy from here. It is an intoxicating scent intended to drive me to her. I grit my teeth and struggle against the restraints. I feel an erection growing in my pants. It’s for her. She’s done this to me.
“Hold on. Hold on,” she says and helps to undo one of the restraints.
As soon as I’m free I grab for her wrist, dragging her body to mine. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tight against me. Her presence, her touch, the feeling of her body against mine. I begin to hump the air, my erection is nearly full, uncomfortably rising against its confinement. I want to show it to her.
She is struggling against me. Saying words. Pleading, I think, though their meaning is quickly dripping away from me.
I reach up and grab for her hair. I want to try and force her to kiss me, but I can’t get a grip on her hairbun and she slips away. I roar at her and snap against my final restraint. With my free hand I begin to undo it.
Mai Lin backs away. Eventually she’ll run, but she hasn’t yet, staring at me with those eyes. She wants me. She needs me.
As I free myself, I know it in my core that the thing she wants most at this moment is my cock buried in her pussy, pushing my seed into her fertile womb. I have to give it to her. Bounding across the lab, I’m on her. We fall to the ground, she’s fighting me. Of course she is. She knows exactly how to push my buttons. How to want her even more. I grab her by the waist, ignore her petty scratches and slaps, and straddle her over her waist. I grab one, then the other arm and pin them over her head. I lean down to taste her mouth. I kiss her, jamming my tongue into her mouth-
There is a flash of pain.
Reeling, I put a finger to my mouth and see blood there. I smile. It’s good that she’s fighting me.
She’s saying something.
I release her hands, reach down, and rip her shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. I’m drooling as I stare down to see her black, lacy bra covering her small tits. Once she has my seed in her belly, they’ll grow. I tear her bra off and dig my fingers, my palms into her flesh as I moan. I grind against her, my cock sliding back and forth along her belly, still confined still restrained by my pants.
She is still trying to get me off of her.
I stand pushing myself up. I rip my belt from its loops. I tear open my pants an hop out of them.
Mai is scrambling backwards, heading for the door. Her eyes widen as she sees my cock free itself from my waistband.
I’m racing her, cock free, bobbing up and down and I catch her, before she can reach the door. I grapple her, then tackle her to the ground. With a hand on the small of her back, I hike her skirt up to expose her white panties. I dig my fingers into her waistband and wrench backwards.
She is writhing, pleading.
I mount her, taking her arms and pinning them behind her back. I am so strong. I pin her wrists together against the small of her back as I line myself up with her pussy with my other hand. I thrust, hard, penetrating, breaching her entrance.
We’re both screaming as I enter her pussy.
I fuck. I start to fuck her, my head punching deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Her pussy begins to drool as it takes more of me, swallowing me, milking me.
I am grunting now as I fuck, my body pressed down against hers, my hips bucking me into her depths and out again as her lips grip my shaft. My grunts get louder as I feel my love welling up inside me. There is no thought, just absolute need to fill her, to erupt inside her, to give her my seed to her womb. My grunts are in pain as the pleasure of fucking her as hard as I can against the floor becomes too much. I slow as victory approaches.
We scream together as I conquer her, my orgasm is a wall of flame across me as I pulse, filling her, filling her with everything I have.
She takes it. She takes it all as I groan.
I stay deep, panting and moaning as the aftershocks of her orgasm clench my shaft.
I sleep.
I awake what must be only a few minutes later.
I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling. I’m half-naked. How I got this way is…fuzzy. I-
“So…”
I sit up, pushing myself on to my elbows to see her.
She’s lying a few feet from me. She’s more naked than I am. Cum, my cum is leaking out of her pussy. She doesn’t look at me. “…I retract my statement.”
I stare at her.
“I no longer think we would have cleared trials.”
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