by Jan Springer
“Yes, Superior.” Bitch.
Michaela bit her bottom lip in hopes she wouldn’t say that nasty word out loud. She knew it was a bad word, but she did enjoy thinking the word were Aspen was concerned. The word fit.
Bitch.
Michaela grinned as she gathered her tray and drinking glass, quickly deposited them in the Gathering Bin, and hurried back to work.
* * * * *
“Quit playing with that butt plug and let the girl have a break,” Bryce growled as Flynn’s finger pressed down on the remote directly linked to Michaela’s plug.
Flynn annoyed the crap out of him every time he played with that button. The man should be concentrating on filling out his reassignment questionnaire for the OA instead of delaying the inevitable, being reassigned. But that was Flynn, ever the procrastinator, thinking if he put something off it would get done by itself. Truth be told, the longer the man waited to fill out those papers, the less chance he would have of getting a work position he wanted because the other numerous Doctors in the Biosphere would have already taken the jobs.
Flynn grinned and his eyes twinkled with amused mischievousness. “I’m enjoying it. I’ll add my reaction to my report to the rebels. See? She’s enjoying it too.”
Flynn turned the monitor toward Bryce so he could also see. Bryce wished he hadn’t looked. The biofeed was a direct link into Michaela’s apartment. She stood in her bedroom, peeling off her work clothing. Every time Flynn pressed the button, she tensed and stopped disrobing. Her lush lips parted and she panted with an exotic expression on her face.
At the erotic sight, Bryce’s cock stirred with arousal and throbbed inside his harness. Sometimes, he wished he’d never agreed to having his Blocker tampered. Life had been so much easier when looking at a woman hadn’t sparked an iota of interest. It had been such a peaceful, boring existence.
But without the Blocker engaged, he sure did enjoy watching Michaela undress.
“Does she know she’s being watched?” Bryce asked.
Flynn nodded. “She was told, just like the rest of us.”
Bryce glanced at the security eye in the corner of the room where they sat and sighed as he returned his attention to the monitor and to Michaela.
Being observed wasn’t his thing, but it sure seemed to be Michaela’s thing. Knowing she was being viewed by the Rebels didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for undressing in front of the viewer.
“We shouldn’t be watching her.” It wasn’t right. But Bryce couldn’t rip his gaze away. Michaela kept stripping and dropping each piece of clothing from the tips of her fingers.
“Beautiful,” Flynn whispered from beside Bryce.
“She’s a tease,” Bryce groaned. “Taunting us. She’s enjoying herself at our expense. Look at the way she smiles at the security eye in her room.”
“She looks perfect,” Flynn said as they kept watching her.
Bryce shifted with increasing discomfort as his erection continued to press insistently against his pants. Interesting reaction he was having. He’d need to fill out an incident report about this reaction to her teasing display.
After dropping her last piece of clothing, her panties, she stood naked, her back to them.
Anticipation roared through him and he leaned forward in his seat. “Turn around. Come on. Turn around and let us see the rest of you.”
Flynn’s chuckle irritated Bryce.
“What?” he growled.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t be watching.” To Bryce’s further irritation, Flynn cut the feed. “Now record your reactions, because you were just part of an experiment.”
No. Way.
His anger notched up a few degrees. “You should have warned me.”
“One of us wasn’t supposed to know and since I knew…” Flynn winked and Bryce almost punched him in the face.
Flynn’s grin widened. “Tut. Tut. Anger isn’t to be shown, remember? It’s bad for your health.”
“I have work to do,” Bryce snapped, unable to fight back his annoyance. He knew he had to leave the room or they would very well come to blows. And all of this over a woman. Yes, human emotions were interesting.
Flynn waited until Bryce closed the door behind him. Actually, he slammed the door. Bryce was upset at being duped. Understandable. These experiments weren’t easy. The Rebels would need to explore all human emotions to make sure the OA didn’t have any advantages over the population when the time came to topple the ones who ruled over them, whomever they might be.
Flynn would describe everything that had just happened between himself and Bryce, right down to the unique red coloring on Bryce’s face and the throbbing muscle in his neck upon discovering he’d just been part of an experiment.
Flynn turned to the monitor and touched the screen. It flickered on. Shock and pleasure slammed through him. Michaela was lying on her bed, touching her breasts. Her right hand had dipped between her spread thighs.
He blew out a tense breath. She was masturbating. That’s what the Sacred Scrolls called it when one touched himself or herself while trying to gain pleasure. Flynn shivered with anticipation as he leaned closer to the monitor to watch.
Michaela knew they were watching her, and the knowledge of their eyes flaring with desire as she touched herself excited her to an intriguing headiness. All day, she’d been tormented by the urge to touch herself and explore the idea that maybe she could create the same pleasure as the two men had introduced her to last night. And she was arousing herself.
Rubbing her breasts, pinching and tweaking and pulling her tender nipples, until she gasped at the erotic shivers of anticipation coursing through her fevered body. Michaela’s heart beat faster as her fingers slipped between her thighs and she pinched her pussy folds and touched the entrance to her vagina. She was wet. Dripping warm cream.
She spread her legs wider, angling herself so that Flynn and Bryce and whoever else might be watching could see more of her. She didn’t care who was watching her. She just loved the exhilaration raging inside her.
Michaela jerked her hips as she found that ultra-sensitive spot.
Umm, wonderful.
She rubbed her clit quickly and firmly, dipping into her vagina for lube and breathing harshly as the wicked need for release grew. Massaging her nipples, she pulled and tweaked them. Her lips parted. She panted. Moving her hands faster, she discovered the perfect rhythm and pressure.
Writhing and gyrating, she embraced the incredible shudders. Accepted them. Loved them. Loved herself.
The pleasure shivers pounded her and finally ebbed away. As she lay on the bed, panting, her nostrils flaring, her heart pounding, she smiled. She’d become hopelessly hooked to this wondrous pleasure she could produce in her body. Oh yes, she certainly understood how one could become addicted to sex.
Blowing out a tense breath, Michaela got out of bed and headed for the air shower.
Chapter Five
An entire bioweek drifted by and still no communication from the rebels or from Bryce and Flynn. Even assurances from Anica at their weekend meeting at her friend’s apartment didn’t ease Michaela’s restlessness. The waiting was part of the experiment, she knew that. But it had her on edge to the point of paranoia. She imagined odd looks from her coworkers during their break times. Did they know she had a plug buried up her ass? Did they know she was addicted to sex and craved seeing her two men? Thankfully, Aspen hadn’t mentioned an adjustment again, and Anica had thankfully relayed Michaela’s concerns to the Rebels for her. They had responded that she needn’t worry.
Huh! Easy for them to say. It wasn’t their lives on the line if she got caught.
To relieve stress, she masturbated every night, but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted Flynn and Bryce embracing her. Touching her. Kissing her. Fucking her. Wanted it so badly she could tear out her hair with the frustration.
Finally, after the second bioweek, she received a secure message on her Netmail asking her to come to the same room where she’d
been engaged in sexual relations. She couldn’t fly there fast enough in her air car. The two men were there in the bedroom, both sitting on the bed, their eyes flaring with interest and excitement when she entered the room.
“It’s been a long time,” Flynn said softly as he stood. Bryce quickly followed. Their eyes were filled with evident desire for her and it made happiness bubble inside her chest. Before she knew what was happening, their hands were smoothing over her intimate curves, igniting shivers and the spectacular hum she loved. She couldn’t stop whimpering with delight.
“Far too long,” Bryce breathed as he moved in front of her and captured her mouth in a mind-melting kiss that rocked Michaela from head to toe.
“We’ve been watching you every night,” Flynn whispered into her ear as he stood behind her, caressing up and down her waist and hips.
“Wanting you. Craving you like crazy.” Flynn sucked her left earlobe into his hot mouth and Michaela trembled at the onslaught of pleasure.
“This experiment is driving me crazy. I need to be inside of you,” Bryce growled as he stopped the kiss, leaving her heady and needing more.
“We need to follow protocol,” Flynn reminded, as he nibbled on her earlobe.
“Screw protocol,” Bryce snarled.
“Fuck me. Just fuck me. I need both of you so badly,” Michaela hissed. The heated fever from their frantic caresses and succulent kisses raced through her so erotically, she couldn’t stand it.
She knew they were being watched and studied by the rebels. Knowing it invoked more rushes of excitement. Bryce and Flynn couldn’t get her out of her clothing fast enough, and she yelped and trembled when Bryce’s fingers slipped between her widespread thighs. He began rubbing her pussy folds and her clit, much the same way as she did when she masturbated. Within a biosecond, tingles of need gripped Michaela.
“Your clit is rock-hard, Michaela,” Bryce chuckled. “You aren’t kidding when you say you need us.”
She moaned as Bryce thrust two fingers into her wet pussy. Her muscles eagerly clamped around the intrusion. Bracing herself, she gripped Bryce’s tense shoulders, moaning as his big muscles flexed madly beneath her fingers. Her breaths quickened. A tug on her butt plug brought an intense pressure.
“Flynn, oh sweet Biosphere!” She jerked in Bryce’s arms.
“Easy. He’s going to remove the plug and then we’ll both take you,” Bryce replied as he momentarily stopped kissing her.
Before she could say anything, Bryce’s sweet mouth melted back over hers, devouring her senses and sparking tingles over her sensitive lips. Oh, she’d missed these kisses. She held him tighter and kissed him back, driving her tongue into his mouth. He groaned in appreciation and his fingers rubbed her clit with a pressure that was stronger than any she’d ever done to herself, yet not firm enough to bring her to climax. Michaela moaned as the pressure in her ass increased as Flynn withdrew the plug and she sighed as it left her body. But its absence left her open and craving to be filled by his cock.
“Please,” she whispered as Bryce finally broke the kiss. “I need…” She gulped frantically, unable to piece together the words.
“What do you need, Michaela?” Bryce demanded. “Tell us, what do you need?”
Frustration screamed through her as he continued rubbing her clit and rubbing his hard chest against her sensitive nipples.
“Stop teasing. I need…both of you inside me.”
Flynn chuckled. She heard a slurp. Lube.
“You shouldn’t have teased us with your masturbating, Michaela,” Flynn said. His warm body pressed into her back and his swollen cock head pushed into her sphincter. “You were being naughty teasing us the way you did. I bet all the Rebels would like to take you.”
Michaela inhaled sharply at the idea of other men fucking her. The premise of having more men than two males touching her, was intriguing, but she reined in that thought. Right now, she only wanted Flynn and Bryce. She was still getting used to them. But getting to know them was for later. Right now, she just needed sex.
Oh yes! Sex!
“We can keep you on the edge for as long as we want.” Bryce whispered and brushed his lips sweetly against hers.
As long as they want? Noooo.
“You were very naughty playing with yourself, knowing you were being watched,” Flynn whispered into her ear.
Heat rushed into Michaela’s cheeks.
“You really were watching?” She gasped as Bryce’s swollen cock head nudged into her vagina. Oh, he was so big.
“We took turns,” Bryce grinned and caressed her lips with his tongue. As he sank deeper and deeper into her, Michaela shivered and whimpered at the incredible fullness sweeping inside of her.
Oh! He was so long. She’d forgotten how long. And the heat plunging inside her. Beautiful. Every solid inch of him pressed against her muscles, every thick vein caressed the insides of her pussy.
Bryce withdrew abruptly, and she tensed as Flynn’s hands settled on her hips. He held her tightly and pressed his slippery, lubed cock head deeper into her sphincter. Having a man back there was an entirely different emotion and vulnerability flooded her. She grew tight with awareness. Her breaths came quicker with anticipation.
Flynn pressed deeper.
Pressure. Awesome pressure. She winced at the sweet bite of pleasure-pain. Arched her back, trying to escape it.
“Easy, easy. Take him in. Take all of him. You’ll enjoy it,” Bryce murmured upon her mouth. He licked her lower lip, the heat of his caress sending sweet shivers through her.
Flynn continued a slow penetration. More pressure. She gasped at the fullness and the sweet bite of pain. Desperation for more pain whipped through Michaela. She clung tighter to Bryce and moved her hips backward. The movement pushed Flynn deeper.
Flynn groaned. “Sweet Biosphere, she’s killing me. So tight. So tight.”
Bryce chuckled and nipped at Michaela’s chin. The prickle of pain made her gasp and open her eyes. Desperation shone on his face. She trembled from the intensity of it. She sensed his tense hold on self-control. He wanted to plunge into her. To fuck her wildly.
Instinctively, she sensed he would wait until Flynn had her fully prepared.
Their combined restraints gave her a rush of trust. They wouldn’t hurt her. They wanted to pleasure her, and she would greedily accept it. Would accept whatever they wanted to do to with her.
She whimpered as Flynn sunk deeper. Then he stopped and slowly withdrew. Bryce gave her a whisper of praise and plunged into her, burying his shaft deep and withdrew. Flynn thrust into her ass, this time harder bringing a whole lot of tremors of pleasure with it.
They took turns plunging into her, and they soon found a sensual rhythm she enjoyed. Pleasure swelled through her and she exploded on a moan, riding their cocks as they took turns entering her. She shattered, gyrated and was tossed into the whirlwind of shivers that ripped her apart. Somewhere far off, both men groaned and shouted as they spurted into her.
* * * * *
“I’ve been reassigned.” Flynn’s deep voice zipped through the quiet room as the three of them lay tangled together in the bed sheets.
Reassigned? Uneasiness scattered through Michaela, making her tummy hollow with sickness and dread.
“What do you mean? Do you mean regarding the experiment?” Bryce asked the questions before Michaela could.
“No, we’re safe. I mean the OA has deemed I am no longer a Doctor to impregnate females. I am to report to retraining in a bioweek.”
“As what?” Bryce prodded. Concern gripped his voice.
Bryce rolled onto his side facing her, propped his head on his elbow, and with his free hand began tweaking her nipple. She gasped at the incredible pleasure. Laughed as Flynn did the same to her other nipple.
“I am to be added to the group of official sweepers throughout the fourth quadrant of our Biosphere,” he announced proudly.
Excitement burst through her. “The gardens where I work are in
the fourth quadrant!” she said, loving the idea she might be able to go out and see him during her break times.
“I know,” he grinned and leaned over her, sucking her nipple into his very hot mouth. Sharp teeth tugged at her sensitive flesh, making her moan at the explicit intensity.
“And I have been reassigned to the Food Processing unit beside the Gardens,” Bryce said.
Oh my! This is too good to be true.
“Both of you working so closely to me? How will I be able to keep my hands off you two?” Michaela laughed and reached down and wrapped her hands around each of their quickly stiffening cocks. They both sucked in tense breaths as she gently squeezed their hot flesh.
“It’s all part of the experiment, Michaela. That’s how deep the Rebels’ reach is now. But they will continue to watch us,” Bryce cautioned.
“What if we can’t keep our hands off each other? What if the OA catches on that something is happening between the three of us?” Worry rushed through her. She did not want to be Eliminated. Not after experiencing such pleasure.
Flynn let go of her nipple and gazed at her with lust-bright eyes. “We’ll just have to be very careful and keep our relationship behind closed doors. In society, we will behave as friends, limiting our contact with each other.”
His eyes sparkled brighter as he gazed at her face and a very sweet knot untied within Michaela. Yes, she would have to be on her best behavior. She couldn’t bear the thought of the OA discovering that the three of them didn’t have working Blockers. If that happened, they would bypass the Penal Biosphere and be Eliminated.
“Don’t look so distressed,” Bryce whispered. “We’ve the Rebels backing us. They are growing. If the OA gets so much as suspicious, the Rebels will move us to the Outer world.”
Distress rocked her at the mention of going outside the safety of the Biosphere. Living here was all she knew. Sure, she had a nice view of the Outside through her apartment windows. The sun shone brightly and there was such an overgrowth of tangled trees on the ground behind the Biospheres that she doubted anyone could move through the dark thickness. No, she didn’t wish to venture out into the unknown. Ever.
