Into the interrogation room

You’ve been sitting in the interrogation room for nearly twenty minutes when finally the two suits come back. With them there’s Jenny Marin, from the lab. You and Jenny dated for a couple of months last year. Suffice it to say that it didn’t end well.

“Agent Kyle Adams, you have been in close contact with former Agent Kai in the past few days. We will have to ask you a few questions and Mrs. Marin will take a double sample from you.”

Jenny, a sadistic smile on the face, approaches you with a small tray with two syringes.

“Give me your arm,” she says in voice that could turn water into ice in the middle of the Mojave Desert.

You extend your arm. She looks for a vein, finds it, and, with **** prejudice, sticks the first needle in it. You used to hate syringes. She knows it so for appearances sake you shiver and close your eyes. The delightful pain brings your dick back into horizontal position.

“Could you please drop your pants please?” she asks taking the second syringe.

To put it simply the second syringe is the big brother on steroids of the first one. Once again for appearances sake you gulp and drop your pants.

“The boxers please agent Adams,” she continues with the same smirk on her face.

You slowly lower them down.

“I see you haven’t forgotten about me,” she says looking at your erection.

Some doubt starts entering her brain. You establish a discreet mental connection with her, not wanting to alarm the detection wards that must be in place in the interrogation room. She doesn’t remember you this big.

“Please bend over,” she says.

You obey and as soon as the as your hands have fallen on the table, she generously grabs your sack.

“Please Mrs. Marin, don’t be too…”

But you can’t finish your phrase. The long needle penetrates your balls. Your sperm fills the small compartment. The pain is exquisite. You have to concentrate not to come. It seems to take forever, infinite moments of delightful ecstasy. The tip of your dick covers with pre cum. If you manage to get out of here alive, and before taking care of Harry Bayley, you will definitively have to pay a visit to the lab.

Finally it ends. The needle withdraws from your balls. You wipe a tear of joy from the corner of your eye.

“Damn that was painful,” you say.

“Thank Mrs. Marin,” the first suit says, “we’ll be waiting on the results.”

She excuses herself and your interrogation starts. All the classical techniques are used to make you confess that you and Agent Kai were in league together but the soreness of your balls makes you stronger.

Six hours later, the results come back with Jenny Marin.

“Blood sample was clean; we detected some anomalies in the sperm but no trace of the Lilith strain. He’s clear.”

The suits turn back to you.

“Sorry Agent Adams, but you must understand that given the circumstances we couldn’t let you roam free through the DSD without a proper check.”

“I understand,” you answer, “you were just doing your job.”

Deep down you finish: “… but don’t worry guys, you just hit my shit list and before the end of the month you’ll both be dead.”

Lunch time is long gone when you come back to your cubicle. Bayley is nowhere to be seen. After a few moments seating at your desk, you grab your jacket and stand. It’s more than time to get to work and you’re starving.