Markus ran a fingertip over the restrained girl, feeling her strain up against the touch, pressing hard as she could against her, craving the sensation. The girl, a petite redhead was strapped naked to a strange chair like object, held in a reclined position. A sheet of cold steel was underneath her torso, from the top of her head, to her delectable arse, her body arched up away from the freezing metal, showing her apple-sized breasts to their best effect, and displaying the muscles under her skin and the delicate tracery of her ribs under her pale skin. Her wrists were strapped to the top of this sheet of metal, thick leather cuffs, forgiving enough not to hurt, and yet inescapable, for all she yanked on the chains and her fingers desperately curled and uncurled in midair, writhing madly in the hope of reaching the buckle.

Further sheets of metal ran under her thighs and calves at cranked angles, forcing her to splay her legs and bend them at the knee, leaving her vagina on display for all who wished to see, and explore. The faint shadow of stubble graced her labia, as red as that flaming from her head. Straps held her legs firmly in place, preventing her closing her legs or straightening them for that matter. For all her writhing, the padded straps held firm around her ankles and thighs.

He continued his lazy walk, stroking along the length of her body, starting at the top of her mons pubis, continuing up over her belly button, over her sternum, between her breasts and up to the hollow at her throat. She gasped over her gag, all her muscles cording against the straps, mewling slightly as he withdrew his hand.

Her face was mostly covered by a snug leather blindfold, buckled tightly over her face, ensuring no light reached her eyes, matching the ball gag slipped between her luscious lips. Not big enough to hurt, but big enough to effectively stifle her, it was doing it’s job admirably, especially after watching the footage of the girl earlier. He didn’t need to see her face after all, it wasn’t her looks he was here for, but her reaction.

“Subject…” Markus checked his clipboard. “238. Female subject, mid-twenties, redheaded, athletic, good general physique. According to her responses to our questionnaire, not sexually active, no partner or significant other, no particular kinks or sexual interests. Shy, reclusive, introverted personality type, Part of the…” he checked his clipboard again. “X3Alpha strain test group. Huge reaction to the gas form. Within seconds subject was displaying signs of arousal and by peak room saturation had achieved orgasm without additional stimulus. Even after dispersal, subject shows extreme signs of sexual interest and blatant desire for physical contact. Compared to her placebo test, wherein she displayed absolutely no signs of sexual reaction and instead reacted with panic-like symptoms, this is a positive result.”

He leant over and carefully stroked her hair away from her face, running his long fingers along her neck, making her give a lusty moan. Now her curls had been removed, the noise-cancelling earbuds plugging her ears could be revealed.

“In fact, ignoring her obvious excitement, subject 238 shows remarkable relaxation compared to her previous behaviour when in sense deprivation,” he continued. “I think we can call this a marked success, although we will be cross-checking this with the data gathered, and with her finishing questionnaires.”

Markus ran his hand down her neck again, then switched off his Dictaphone and slid it back into his pocket.

“Danny,” He called calmly, glancing up at the camera in the corner, aimed directly at the splayed subject. “Go and get a coffee, will you?”

The little green light under the camera turned red and he grinned. He deftly unbuckled the  gag and pulled it away, sliding his hand under her head, combing his long fingers through her fiery locks. She gave another low moan, her lips parted, rocking her hips slightly as she did.

“Quite the change, timid Miss Morris,” He murmured softly. “Who knew this vixen was hiding under your dowdy clothing, eh?”

He leant in, gently nipping at her lip, then felt her eagerly lean forwards to slam her mouth hard on his. He slid his other hand under her arched back, gently massaging her skin under his palm, and kissed her back in the most passionate embrace he’d ever experienced. He felt her give a soft purr deep in her throat as she did, struggling against the straps to reach more of him.

He gently but firmly pulled away, sliding the gag back into her mouth and buckling it back into place, feeling a faint pang of disappointment as she gave a pleading moan, but patted her thigh.

“Sorry darling,” he said to her deaf ears. “You wouldn’t sign the sexual disclosure agreement.”

He looked back up in time to see the camera’s light turn back green.

“Danny, I think we’re done here,” He called. “You can bring in the next.”

Markus stood behind the girl’s head and kicked the brakes off the stand, rolling her towards the double doors at the far end. Danny, a dark skinned young man with close-cropped black hair appeared as they slid open and he wordlessly took the girl off him. His fingers grazed skin and she gave a throaty moan. His eyebrows shot up.

“Why is it always the timid ones?” He demanded with a grin. “This one’s going to be nailing her boyfriend good and proper tonight.”

“She’s single,” Markus reminded him matter of factly.

Danny thought about that.

“Well damn,” He said after a moment. “I guess her vibrator’s going to take one hell of a beating then.”

Markus gave a small snort of amusement.

“Make sure to give her an exit interview, and make sure that she drinks her coffee on the way out, we don’t want another scene,” he reminded Danny.

“I know, I know boss,” Danny rolled his eyes. “We’ve just finished tidying up after the last inspection caused by subject complaints. Megan’s upped the dosage of amnesiacs, but they’re still going to be having some seriously hot dreams.” He gave an annoyed sigh. “I don’t know why they have to bitch about it. It’s all covered under the agreements they signed. It’s not our problem that they see the money and forget to read the small-print.”

“You’re preaching to the choir Danny,” Markus remarked. “But all the same, it’s bad publicity that the company doesn’t need.”

“I don’t know, if it got out in certain scenes, we’d have an upkick in volunteers.”

“Volunteers with a specific taste for this kind of thing that would skew the figures,” he said firmly. “We need a good general basis.”

Markus paused as the corridor opened out. Waiting in a bay to one side of the corridor was a young man in impeccable health, strapped to a similar trolley as the girl. He gave a soft whistle, running an appreciative eye over the abs and pecs clearly on display under his skin. Danny paused, giving his boss a sly look.

“You going to be kissing this one later too?” He asked.

“Who wouldn’t?” Markus asked seriously.

“Me,” Danny said flatly, then appraised the young man with a faint wrinkling of his nose. “He’s not the biggest in the world.”

“It’s not about size Danny,” Markus assured him. “It’s about knowing what to do with it.”

Danny narrowed his eyes at Markus.

“Have you ever checked me out?” He demanded.

“Of course I have,” Markus rolled his eyes. “I check everyone out.” He frowned. “You don’t?”

“No.”

“You straight people are so weird,” Markus said with a shrug. “I mean, how can you not want to tap that?” He gestured to the young man in front of them.

Danny looked at the boy, then at Markus.

“It just does nothing for me,” Danny remarked.

“Fair enough, all the more for me,” Markus said brightly. “After all, us bisexuals can’t have friends, we only have prey.” He made a raptor noise with a grin.

“How the hell did you get put in charge of this project?” Danny demanded with exasperated amusement.

“Because I’m spectacular at my job,” Markus remarked. “And nowhere near this insane in board meetings, although, the Chief Exec? I’d definitely take her out for drinks in other circumstances.”

He walked behind the trolley with the unconscious man and checked the clipboard that went with him.

“Ah, damn, placebo group,” He remarked. “Maybe I’ll skip the kiss.”

“You never know,” Danny remarked, rolling his trolley with its writhing occupant down the corridor. “He might be into this kind of thing.”

Markus thought about that, pulling a musing face, then rolled the trolley down the corridor towards the testing room. He positioned the trolley on the duct-taped markers, then squirted a needless syringe full of blue liquid into the man’s mouth, watching carefully that he swallowed, before buckling a new ball gag into place and checking the blindfold, earphones and that all the straps were secure. He left the room just as the man started to twitch slightly and walked into the console room. He slid into the bucket seat behind the mirrored glass and watched as the man came too, struggling wildly against the straps.

“Initiate placebo group gas release,” Markus commanded, watching as a pink cloud was dispersed into the room, smelling faintly, as he knew from experience, of pineapple.

Danny returned the room as Markus continued noting his observations, checking the many monitoring devices.

“Huh, seems he does like it,” Danny remarked with a grin.

“He is rather… flying at half mast, isn’t he?” Markus agreed.

Danny threw a piece of paper at him and Markus caught it.

“What’s this?” Markus asked.

“Miss Morris asked Megan to give it to you,” Danny said with a snide look. “Seems the kiss awoke sleeping beauty.”

Markus twirled the paper through his fingers.

“She won’t remember,” Markus said. “It would be gross misconduct.”

Danny picked up his coffee and slurped it, giving Markus a look over the rim.

“Stop it Danny,” Markus said, hiding a smile.

“Yes boss.”



Kristen slid into the bar, feeling more than a little self-conscious, tugging the hem of her pale pink polo-neck down nervously over her grey pleated skirt, tights and heeled boots. At least it was a quiet little pub, she thought, not a crowded club or something, but she still felt like every-one in the joint was staring at her. She patted her red curls and tripped delicately towards the bar. As she did, a smart looking man rose from a bar stool, giving her a charming, if nervous, smile.

“Markus James?” She asked uncertainly.

He did look familiar somehow, like she’d seen him in the background or bumped into him the once, but she couldn’t quite pull it to mind.

“Kristen Morris?” he extended a hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

As his hand slid into hers she felt a soft thrill shudder through her. She stepped closer and rose up onto tip-toes, kissing him full on the lips. Kristen was amazed at her daring – she’d never made a rash move like that in her life, and she half expected him to rebuff her instantly. She felt him tense up a little in surprise, then his hand slid around her waist, coming to rest in the small of her back, pressing her closer to him while his long fingers stroked down her neck. She leant back, her arms wrapped casually around his neck.

“Now I remember you,” She said brightly. “And you owe me a drink.”

“I think that’s the least I can do,” He agreed with a dazzling smile, his dark eyes gleaming.

She leant back slightly.

“You’re a hell of a kisser,” she remarked coyly.

He leant in and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling over her long neck.

“You have no idea.”