A shower and a revelation…

Having dozed off, not aware for how long – could be half a minute or could be half an hour – the next thing Max is aware off is being dragged up and off the medical bed, onto her wary legs. Stumbling into the chest of Fisher, both her hands firmly in his, she leans into the middle-aged guy her tired legs not at much use after being dragged onto them so suddenly.

He just smiles at her, as she looks into those geeky glasses of his, before putting her arm over his shoulder and with a firm grip of her round ass starts walking her out of the office. Max is aware of the two other two guys snickering as they watch Fisher drag her away with him.

“Where are you taking me?” Max asks as comes to her senses a little bit, and he just smiles at her as he pushes open another door then that which led to the office.

“To get you cleaned up,” he declares as Max enters the small bathroom, a shower cubicle in one corner.

“Oh,” she reply, feeling thankful for this consideration of her needs, but those feelings was quickly diminished as he followed her into the room and after putting his glasses down, guides her with both hands on her slender, naked hips into the shower.

“Yeah, can’t send you home looking like that!” he chuckles as he turns the water on, the cold water hitting their naked skin as he runs his hands up Max’ sexy body.

“Thanks…” Max says, somewhat sarcastically, as she raises her arms and runs her hands through her hair, adding “- I guess…” under her breath. Soon the water warms, not that the cold water mattered much to her, being a genetically engineered super soldier and all, but it did feel nice and the worst traces of cum and sweat had also gone now. Mostly she had to admit that despite what his appearance might let on, he sure knew his way around her body, and his hands kept massaging, kneading and scrubbing her over exited skin.

Her body was still tingling. Still! And that after so many orgasms, she remembersthinking back on her day… hopefully the promised treatment will put an end to this permanent ****-induced heat she’s been feeling is what’s next on her mind.

“God, you’re perfect!” he hiss as his hands explore her naked body, one arm wrapping around her belly and pulling her into his body, the small cubicle really leaving no other option, and the other hand cups one breast, kneading the soft, warm and wet skin as the water cascades onto them.

“Mmm…” Max can’t hold back a small moan, feeling his cock stiffening once more as it bores into her back, trapped between their bodies. Not even caring about making such a lewd sound of pleasure, not really much of a point given the last several hoursin the company of this perverted man… and that glorious, long cock of his. Feeling it reminding her of the pleasure he, and it, brought her earlier.

“Beautiful…” he whispers, “… so damn sexy! You were just perfect today, babe…”

“So… oh, mmm…” Max starts, the hands working over her body – exhausted from the workout it’s been through – making her moan midsentence, “… you think, I’ll feel better… when getting the treatment?” she asks Fisher, who she assumes is a government agent with a knowledge of her illness. Another gasp of pleasure escapes her lips as his hands move lower, sneaking between her legs – which she’s aware spreads apart for him, her body acting on instinct and opening itself for his touch.

“Hmm,” comes the sort of snickered reply after a few moments, “… so you really didn’t…?” he continues, hungrily fondling her breast with one hand while the cupping her sex with the other, one finger tracing around her lips teasingly.

“What?” Max asks tentatively, her body tensing up at his reaction to the question.

“Oh, there’s not a thing wrong with you…” he presses on, one finger pushing into her pussy, “… not a god damn think babe!” he continues, Max’s hands folding into fists as her heartrate quickens at the revelations.

Her mouth closing, anger welling up in her as she prepares to put her superhuman strength to use, teaching this man a thing or two… while his one hand keeps her body draped against his and a single finger penetrates her hot core, clouding her heat riddled mind.

“So I’m fine? My lungs are alright?” she asks, anger keeping her voice firm.

“Oh yeah, you’re just fine… so fucking fine, honey…” he hiss the last words as he pushes his hardness into her round bottom while driving his finger into her pussy.

His touch clouds her decision making enough to keep her from going off on him, allowing him to continue talking softly and hotly into her ear.

“Mmm, must say I’m a little surprised… was beginning to think I was the one being played at one point! You seemed so into it and all…” he says, Max turning her head to look back at him questioningly, not with nearly as much anger and contempt as she would have liked to display, “… ha, yeah… thinking that a confident, strong and sexy thing like you… kind of… you know!” he chuckles, “Got off on relenting control and just being fucked like that?!” he asks, putting heavy emphasis on fucked.

“Yeah?” is all she replies, his word – and those damn hands of his – sort of striking a chord with her, “That’s what you’ve figured?”

“Mm-hmm…” he grins, “- so arrogant when you delivered anything to my place…” he says, adding “- that’s right!” when seeing the expression on her face, “… and you obviously don’t remember! Which is why… hell, I thought maybe you just got your fill my taking part in things like this!” he laughs.

“Oh…” is the only reply she’s able to form at the revelations, her fighting stance easing a little as she considers everything.

“Too bad you were actually tricked… was liking the idea of you being so fucking kinky on top of everything else you’ve got going, babe!” he continues whispering into her ear – the water and her mind turning making it little more than background sounds to Max though.

Her ‘check-up’ had been one hell of a sexual experience she had to admit, with some embarrassment, as she contemplated her position. She was so used to being in control, ever since escaping Manticore she had been her own boss, her superhuman strength making her totally in control, aware and alert at all time.

“Oh!” she gasps as Fisher shifts behind her, two fingers now inside her pussy being used to help shift her lithe body a little to the side, as a hook of sorts. This, along with that once again hard cock now trapped between the beautiful orbs of her round ass, sends a shiver through her naked body, reminding her of how strangely liberating it had been to submit to these perverted men, relinquishing the control she usually had and required.

It wasn’t really a bad outlet for her heat-stricken periods she reasons… getting well and thoroughly fucked like she had been today. The lying and deception leading up to was something else, but not what weighed on her mind at that moment as Fisher was pulling his fingers from her sex and grabbing her leg, lifting it up.