by Noah Rain
“What’s going on, Nina?” Carmen asked.
“He’s trying to lie,” she said, “but he’s only succeeding about his PIN.”
“Then he’s more protective of the PIN than his apartment,” Carmen said with a shrug. “Makes sense to me.”
“I’m not so sure. It shouldn’t work like that.”
Nina seemed completely puzzled by me, which I took as a compliment.
“What’s your favorite position?” Darla asked.
“Modified side control,” I said without missing a beat. Another green flash.
“Not in grappling,” Scarlett said, answering Darla’s confused look.
“Lead-hand Southpaw,” I said, smiling. Another green flash.
“No, Konnor,” Scarlett said. “She didn’t mean fighting. She meant … well—”
“I meant how do you like to fuck … or be fucked?” Darla asked.
“Reverse cowgirl in most cases,” I said. “Head-down doggy if we’re going anal, and if I’m feeling aggressive.”
Green.
I felt another blush,, and swallowed as I tried unsuccessfully to avert my eyes. Carmen was smiling, and Darla mimicked her. Scarlett looked uncomfortable, while Nina continued to take notes on her computer and then tap at her chin.
“It’s not embarrassing topics, then,” she said.
“What isn’t?” Carmen asked.
“There’s some kind of mental block in there. Something he’s holding onto that’s letting him fight the serum. I would guess it’s something tied to trauma.”
“The Suits always spill their guts to us once we’ve got that shit in them,” Carmen said.
“Hell, they spill their guts if we brush past them wearing it,” Scarlett added. “Never mind if we have it fused with their own blood.”
“It certainly is unique,” Nina said. “You were right about him. But …” she tapped the side of her head. “We haven’t brought out the big guns, yet.”
“What’s that?” I asked, picturing actual guns. “I said I was trying.”
“She’s talking about the oxytocin, silly,” Darla said with a giggle.
“You’ve only got three of the four active ingredients going right now,” Nina said. “Sure, it’s never taken more than this to get anything we want out of a Suit, and even some of the Pearls. Adrenaline, interleukins, serum. Check, check, check.”
“Oxy … tocin,” I said, nodding slowly, even though I had completely forgotten what it was.
Darla sidled up a bit closer, nudged Scarlett out of the way, who shifted with an eye roll, and brought her hands in on either side of her robe. Without hesitation, she pulled the folds free, and unleashed those two perfect, moon-colored breasts. Without a black suit or a bra to support them, they lost some of their shape, but my mouth started watering as I looked at them, and examined the pink nipples, and the bare shoulders. Darla wasted no time in ditching the robe entirely, which was how I quite astutely discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything at all under the blue cloth.
She crawled forward, her hunger seeming to overtake her, and reached for me.
“Is this really necessary, Nina,” Scarlett said, getting back up to sit on the cushion she had been on before. Darla hesitated, rolling her eyes in annoyance as Nina deliberated.
“Not yet,” Nina said.
“Not yet?” Darla and Scarlett asked in unison, with totally different inflections.
“We need to get the oxytocin working synergistically with the formula,” Nina said. We all looked at her as if she were the dumb one and not the three of us.
“Tease him,” Nina said. “Look. He isn’t even hard.” I wasn’t not hard, but yeah, if I had been hard, there’d be a lot more than a bulge in my boxers. “If we’re going to collect usable data,” Nina continued, “we need to make sure we’ve checked all the boxes. We need a big oxytocin release, which means, well—”
“Lots of excitement,” Darla said, smiling as if she had just won an argument between sisters. “You want to take him, Carmen?”
“Don’t think he’s quite rested up enough for that,” the Latina said. I swallowed.
Scarlett sighed and leaned back, averting her eyes.
“What’s the matter, Scar?” Darla said as she crawled toward me. “You’re the one who’s already taken him for a ride. You don’t want to join in?”
“No thanks,” she said.
“Any tips for me, then?”
Scarlett didn’t answer, and try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Darla’s creamy skin or swinging breasts as she supported herself with both palms on my thighs. Nina’s hand came in from the right and held Darla back before she could lean in to kiss me.
“I said, hold on,” Nina said, and Darla leaned back, crossed her arms and propped her tits up, pouting. “We want to make it count.”
“How do we do that?” Darla asked, clearly not amused.
“We build anticipation. You know …”
Darla looked at her, raising one eyebrow. I still couldn’t take my eyes off of her voluptuous body, and I felt some movement down below, and saw the bulge in my boxers rise just a bit. I was feeling the anticipation, alright.
“Fuck it,” Nina said. “The things I do for science.”
That intrigued me enough to take my eyes off of Darla for a second. I looked at Nina, who was untying her shirt.
“Don’t any of you where bras?” I found myself asking. Nina paused, holding either side of her green shirt. Then she smiled, and pulled it off, exposing two tanned, perky breasts that looked to be B-cups. She looked even smaller without her shirt on, and then she rocked back onto her ass and slipped out of her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, exposing a small, clean-shaven pussy.
Nina leaned toward me, feinted a kiss, and then crawled over me, toward Darla, her plump little ass sticking in the air like a cherry.
I almost licked my lips, and then remembered Scarlett. When I looked up, Scarlett was looking from me to the girls, blushing. She didn’t look angry. In fact, she looked like she was uncomfortable. She kept squirming, and adjusting her leg position. Carmen wasn’t nearly as subtle or secret about it. When I looked at her, she already had one hand in her elastic black pants, biting her bottom lip, watching the show.
A show I had been missing.
When I managed to take my eyes off of Nina’s tight body, and traced the lines of her athletic figure up, I focused on the two naked women kissing right over my legs. Darla was leaning back, giggling as Nina bit at her lips, and kissed her neck, working her way down until her tongue flickered out to taste her nipples.
I felt my heart beat faster, and that seemed to have some effect on the serum I had been given. My cheeks flushed, and my head swam pleasantly, like I was drunk off wine. The band in my boxers stretched, and the bulge started to pulse, drawing a wince as I felt the first sting of pain as my nerves woke from their usual slumber.
Darla rocked back onto her ass and spread her legs out, exposing a pink vagina that was already dripping. Nina wasted no time. She flattened her body down against my legs, and I let out a little whimper as her stomach pressed against my penis. She went right for the middle, licking and sucking at Darla, who looked right at me as she accepted Nina’s generous attentions.
Nina was a dexterous one. While she focused on licking Darla, and sucking at her swollen clitoris, she reached back with her left hand and scratched down my abs, drawing scrapes. I didn’t feel much of it, but my heart pounded even more as she hooked her hand under the band of my shorts and pulled.
My cock sprang loose, and Nina went vishing for my testicles, moaning in time with Darla as she cradled them. I was no longer bound, but I felt frozen. My mind was beyond giving orders to my body, and I found myself caught switching between Nina’s arched back and working hand, Darla’s shuddering breasts and high-pitched sounds of p
leasure, and Carmen’s increasingly heavy breathing as she took advantage of the display.
When I looked at Scarlett, I expected her to leave the room. Instead, she stared at my cock, watching Nina’s small hand run up and down the shaft, the tip of her finger teasing pre cum from the swollen tip. Scarlett breathed out, and leaned forward, forgetting her discomfort as she watched, and perhaps, if I was reading her right, regretting her choice not to take charge.
Nina pulled away from Darla with a sucking sound, drawing a teasing note of complaint as Darla tried to pull her back in with her legs. When Nina looked back at me, her chin was wet, and she was smiling.
“How are you feeling, Konnor?” she asked. Her entire demeanor had changed. She had gone from the most analytical to the most sultry.
“I …” I started, looking from her green eyes to the cock she was now squeezing harder, pumping up and down in a steady rhythm.
“Your head, Konnor,” Nina said. “How is your head feeling. And no, not this one.”
I looked up at her, as she pressed her fingers over the top of my penis, moistening the head with wet. She swung her legs toward Darla and leaned toward me. She bent low into that arch again, and licked me from base to tip. My head swam even more, and my breathing picked up.
Nina continued the motion, sliding her chest and stomach over my penis as she gripped my shoulders with either hand and pulled herself up onto me. She was half my size, but she had a strong grip, and as she straddled me, straightening on her knees, I looked down at her small pussy and thought that might be an even tighter grip.
“Get him ready for me, would you, Darla?” Nina said, gripping me around the neck with both hands and leaning in to kiss me forcefully.
I heard Carmen groan. “Scar,” she said. “Why don’t you come sit by me. Scar …”
Scarlett didn’t answer, and I didn’t hear her get up.
When Nina pulled back, giving me a momentary reprieve, I saw Darla was already resting on her elbows. Her tits were brushing against the carpet, and then my legs. She winked at me as she grabbed my boxers and pulled them off, tossing them back behind her. She bent forward and grabbed my penis in one hand and pulled it down toward her mouth. She licked me, playing for a while, and then she took me into her mouth, and went to work, pumping up and down, drool leaking from the sides of her mouth to soak my shaft.
Nina grabbed me and squeezed my cheeks, compelling me to look up at her. She looked at my eyes, searching them, then smiled and sat back.
“Darla,” she said.
“Ready,” Darla said after releasing my cock with a smack and pop.
With Darla’s help, Nina lowered onto the tip of my penis. She was tight enough that we met some initial resistance, but Darla’s lubricant and Nina’s determination weren’t to be stopped. She lowered herself onto my cock, sinking down until I could see it creating a bulge at her pelvis.
Nina’s eyes closed. She moved slowly at first while Darla continued to lick me, and boy, whether it was just that good, or if it was some effect of the concoction I had flowing through my veins, I felt it more than I usually would have.
Nina pumped faster, and then Carmen almost growled as she fell to her knees on the carpet and gripped Nina’s tiny hips with either hand, helping her pump up and down on me. Nina made light, lilting sounds, and then, as Carmen twisted her around to kiss her, she got louder, and louder.
I felt it well enough, and it was certainly a sight to behold: one tight-bodied girl keeping my cock wet and warm while another licked me everywhere that wasn’t inside of Nina and a third gave Nina a tongue lashing. But it wasn’t until I looked behind them, and saw Scarlett, red-faced and tongue licking her lips, that I felt a surge of adrenaline … and probably a whole lot of Nina’s precious oxytocin.
Scarlett locked eyes with me while Nina pumped up and down, her pace growing, her cries multiplying. I felt myself fully taken into a combination of Nina’s body and Darla’s mouth, and Carmen even leaned forward and started biting my neck hard enough to make me wince. Scarlett nodded at me, seeming to encourage me, and I heard a long, low moan escape my lips.
“Yes,” Nina said. “Where do you want to put your cum, Konnor? Do you want to fill me up? No? Do you want to soak Darla’s tits? What about Scarlett’s face? Do you want us to fight over it?”
I didn’t know what I said, or if I answered, but Nina heard that I was close and made an executive decision. She pressed her palms onto my hips and lifted herself off with a sharp inhalation. My cock came loose with a sucking sound, and Darla grabbed onto it, working at it with both hands, running them up and down in a massaging pattern. Nina leaned in, licking at the pre cum that dripped from my engorged tip, getting less translucent and more white with each one of Darla’s tugs.
Scarlett grabbed the sides of the cushion she was on, and spread her legs, giving me a view under her night shirt. She had somehow lost her shorts, and I was reminded of the singular beauty, and the taste of her vagina as I caught a glimpse of it. She pushed her shirt down to cover it up. She was breathing heavy, and seemed ready to explode herself. I couldn’t tell if she was teasing me, but when I stared at her, something surged in me.
Something exploded.
I came like a rocket. Nina flinched back while Darla came forward, both giggling maniacally as a white fountain covered them. Carmen stopped working on my neck and ran a hand through my hair as she turned around to watch.
“Wow,” she said. “Wow. You’ve been keeping secrets, Scarlett.”
“Wasn’t that much when we went,” she said with teasing jealousy.
If only she knew it was her both times.
I sighed out as the last jet of cum shot out, and then my head spun. I opened my eyes and saw the room spinning, the colors colliding. I felt Darla lay down on my pelvis, her breasts warm and wet against my pulsing cock.
“If that isn’t enough oxytocin,” Nina said, “nothing will be.” All sexual pretense was gone, and scientist Nina was back in charge, even if she did have my cum dripping down her stomach.
“He’s ready, then?” Carmen asked.
“Ask,” Nina said to Scarlett.
“Is your credit PIN a date?” Scarlett asked me.
I was still spinning, but I heard the words clearly and felt compelled to answer.
“Yes,” I said.
“Green,” Carmen said, grabbing my left wrist.
“Is the date important to you in some way? Significant?” Scarlett asked.
“Yes.”
“Go on,” Carmen said. “Green again.”
“What’s the date, Konnor, and why is it significant?”
“0 … 7 …” I growled, my head splitting. “O … Oh … Oh fuck off!”
“Red,” Carmen said, caught between expectant and impressed.
“What the fuck is it with him?” Nina asked, exasperated. Darla didn’t seem to mind. She continued to moan softly as she slid up and down slowly, massaging my penis with her body.
“Some kind of mental block in there,” Carmen said, standing up. “I need a shower, and wow, do you girls.” She bent back down and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I enjoyed watching that, Konnor. Once you’re recovered, I’ll give you a go at me. And we’ll see if that horse cock can make me cum the way Nina can.” I swallowed. “Oh, and just between us, you can fuck me in the ass, head down. As long as you can subdue me.”
I shouldn’t have been blushing under the circumstances, but I couldn’t help it as Carmen left the room, going through the same double doors Sascha had earlier.
“So, then,” I said, looking at Nina, who looked comical as she typed away at her laptop, legs splayed, fully nude and coated in my cum. “I suppose you didn’t get what you wanted?”
Nina glared at me. “I’ll crack you yet.”
“Face it,” I said. “Something wrong with me. With the way I feel. I�
�m sure that mixture would make most men do almost anything.”
“We can’t deal in uncertainties,” Nina said. “Injecting someone isn’t as subtle as dosing them with pheromones. If it doesn’t work, the consequences would be … significant.”
I shrugged and looked at Scarlett, who watched as Darla reluctantly pulled herself off of me and gathered up her robe with a satisfied sigh. “Nina,” she said. “Can you do that thing again when we go to bed?”
“Sure, Dar,” Nina said, as if there was no simpler question to be asked.
Scarlett was leaning back, staring at my penis, which made me feel self-conscious, which then made me feel ridiculous for feeling self-conscious.
“Am I still a prisoner?” I asked.
“No.”
“Yes.”
Scarlett said the former and Nina the latter.
“If I get a vote,” Darla said on her way out, “I say yes.”
“Scarlett,” Nina said. “Why don’t you have a go?”
“What? Now? Nina, he doesn’t seem ready.”
“Oh, I think you’d be surprised,” I said. Resting back on my palms.
“Pretty relaxed for someone who’s only met Sascha the one time,” Scarlett said and Nina laughed.
That made me feel a little colder.
“Clothes in the guest wing,” Scarlett said, walking out. She didn’t seem like she was trying to hide her ass as she walked out, and it nearly did the trick all over again.
I only thought to ask where the guest wing was, and where the hell we were, when the door had already swung shut. I looked at Nina, feeling suddenly very exposed and very awkward. She continued to type away, fully nude, completely oblivious, highly focused, or both.
“What a fucking night,” I said to myself.
Nina didn’t answer.
Chapter 9
Awkward Breakfast
I didn’t wake up with a start, but with a casual yawn and stretch. I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep, and, as was usually the case when waking up after a week-long bender, I tried to remember where I was.
