I looked at the liquid and frowned. "What's the dosage? Is there any information about this?" I asked then looked at the director. "When will be 'she' arriving?"
"Give her the entire thing." Reid says intensely, and uncharacteristically unscientifically. "I've arranged to have her delivered tonight at midnight." He says.
"Understood." I boobed my head, smiling lightly. That was unscientific way to approach the patient. It was no heeling, it was experimentation and maybe something else... revenge? I wonder~ I was almost giddy at prospect of making new patient scream. "Is there anything else?" I asked as I leaned forward to close the box, giving him a good view of my cleavage... would h take a hint~
Spoiler: Human Perception Roll Difficulty 7+1 Looking at the director, you see just a hint of anger, maybe something more, at the mention of the woman - something rare to find on a man as composed as this one. His expression changes, though, as he sees you posing, gazing into your eyes with intensity. "Get on your knees. Hands behind your back, with your chest thrust out." He orders.
Bingo~ I though. It was revenge after all... and experiments as well... Well, I am sure going to enjoy it. Just have to make sure that the woman survives. I shivered hearing his tone, and despite the heat, I felt cold crawling my back. I quickly got on my knees, with hands behind my back, thrusting my chest foreward, straining my labcoat as my breasts pushed forward. I licked my lips.
Painfully slowly, he pushes his chair backwards, standing tall above her, his footsteps loud against the floor. The door locks with a heavy click after he walks to it, and craning your neck, you see him undoing his tie. Your hands are roughly pulled back and upwards, and your wrists are bound tight by the garment. "Tell me what you want." He leans in beside your face, his breath hot on your ear as he speaks.
I gulped as he locked the door, my entire body freezing with anticipation as I heard him approaching. "Ah~" I groaned as he wrapped the belt around my wrists. My breath quickened as he bound me... I felt so helpless, so vonourable... I was breathing heavily when he leaned over me and whispered into my ear. I started grinding my thights against each other as my pussy itched... "To be your plaything." The words left my mouth before I could think on them. "To be used by you to your heart's content. To be roughly fucked to the bliss, to be forced to pleasure you with my mouth, to be outlet for your feelings..." My voice became hoarse as pleasure almost made me blank out - and the man had yet to touch me.
"And how should I use my plaything today?" He asks, as his tie wraps around her eyes, cutting off her sight.
I shivered as the director blindfolded me. I could still feel his presence next to me. "Ho-However you like~" I said, my body burning with desire.
"That's right." You hear the sound of a zipper being undone, smell his masculine scent, feel a cock head rapidly growing hard as it grazes against your lips. "Please me." He commands.
Glup. I swallowed loudly as I felt his smell. Not being able to see or touch, I had to move my head around, before my lips found the tip of his dick. Slowly, I licked along his shaft, making estimation just how sizeable he was, before I put lips to the tip, and slowly slid the large shaft into my mouth. I gave it a few bobs, before I pushed my head forward to maximum I could. I stopped when the entire length was in... part of it penetrating my throat. My body shivered, as I felt my body climaxing lightly, squirming, drenching my panties. After a moment I started moving my head, giving the director head... blowjob.
"Not good enough, slut." The man grunts, as his hand grips your hair tightly. You gag as he shoves his cock as deep as it will go, your throat struggling to accommodate the fat member as your nose presses against his trimmed pubic hairs. "If you want to be my plaything, you need to do better."
I hummed, shaking with pleasure as he put his hand on my head, as if he was petting me. I could feel him slowly closing his hand, gathering my hair in it. My eyes widened as he suddenly pulled, his dick moving even deeper- "Yh!" I moaned into his dick. I was sky high, my pleasure from having his dick was incredible, mind blowing! My body shook as I realised I could not breath! I could feel my saliva dripping on my breasts... Yet, all I could do was kneel with my hands bound behind my back, I could not even beg him with my eyes... He was choking me with hi dick...
You feel yourself growing dazed as the lack of oxygen starts to effect your brain, your eyes tearing up behind the impromptu blindfold. He holds you against him, forcing his dick down your throat, hands making sure retreat is impossible, and you gag loudly, drool escaping your mouth even as air fails to get in. All the while though, you find your sensations becoming more powerful, more vivid, and the damp spot between your legs gets larger. Finally, he pulls his dick free, and you cough and sputter, your saliva dripping down your chin as you cough and gasp for precious air. "Stand up." The director strikes your cheeks hard with his member, still very much erect, and orders you around.
My vision started blackening as the lack of oxygen started getting to me. Intellectually, I knew what was going on. But with lack of oxygen, it was less and less. When he finally released me, the sweet air! I coughed, feeling my saliva covering my chin, fallin on my cleavage. I slowly got up, my heels clicking, still dazed from the experience... I straightened up... in afterthought, I pushed my chest forward.
As you thrust your chest forward, you hear Mark's voice. "Good girl." For you, a doctor with decades of experience, respected and even feared, to be spoken to like a pet is demeaning...and it turns you on. "Good girls," he grips you by the back of the neck and forces you to lean forward until your breasts squish against the hard wood of his desk, "get rewarded with choices. So, what hole would you like me to fuck first?" His hand grips her skirt, tugging it upwards.
"Not really." For better or worse trying to replicate the circumstances hasn't worked and any digging hasn't really offered an new experiences with things like that. On some level that might be for the best, but if it appeared once before without warning, it could again. I needed to be ready.
"I see." He writes down on his clipboard. "I hope you'll tell me if anything like that ever happens again. Even if it's only a hint or an inkling. Now, with the time we have left, I'd like to talk about your alcohol and drunk use, and see if we can identify some of the root causes behind that. Tell me, how's your relationship with your father?" After ten minutes of probing questions, he gives you the signal that you're free to go. "But please," he says as you stand up, "feel free to come see me if you have anything you want to talk about. Be it your mental state, major arcana, or a lack of nail polish." He smiles.
"It's...that's a hard one. It's not that bad really. He talks a lot worse than he actually is. At least, for me, specifically." These questions weren't exactly anything new, but always felt really hard to answer when they tried to probe. But even I didn't need a degree to get the whole stages of a overbearing environment ingraining it on offspring to act out and all. That didn't take a psychologist to know that. Still, it finally came time to be let out. I give a polite smile, but don't really hide my eagerness to go do other things. "I'll be sure to tell you.” As I get up to leave though, the thought comes to mind. Turning to look at him with the best well practiced cute smile I can do, it might be my chance. “Oh, actually. There is one small thing. The smell in room is super stale. Is there anyway I can get some candles?” It’s better to keep it vague if it’s fiction or not. The chances he could read it anyway were like…really low. But this is how it worked with security before. Identify the weak link in the chain and use that to bring in outside tools. Not too sure he was the weak link just yet….but…
Stepping out of the room, you see that the East Wing has mostly settled into a calm as people wait for the evening. You know that you have the rest of the night free, meaning you can mostly do what you want, indulging in the East Wing's facilities, or maybe going outside, though it looks a little cold. You've seen a few people around here before, but haven't really had much time to socialise as the staff put you through the ringer of tests and interviews and exercises, so you could perhaps look for someone interesting to introduce yourself to. Your sister's probably off with her new friend group, who knows where, so she's not an option. Or, you think...you could break some rules. Maybe work on your plans...
