The art of lubrication

Scarlett coughs and wheezes up her medicine onto the tiled floor while Pep stares down at her in disapproval. Wasting so much of her dose and not even a single word of appreciation? Disgraceful.

"Lick up the rest of that dose and I'll go get you some water. Now, what do you say?" He says, deciding to be nice to the inexperienced starlet clone and not rub her nose in it, since it's her first day and all.

*Kaff kaff* "...Th...Thank...Thank you....Pepsi" *Slurp* *Sluuuurp* Scarlett weakly stumbles out, quickly going to work on sucking up the puddle under her, extremely interested in the promise of water.

Pep walks into the duplication office break room and fills up a dog bowl with water from the sink then brings it back to Scarlett Johansson, setting it in front of her just as she finishes slurping his cum off the floor. Scarlett glares at the word 'Slut' in fancy writing on the stainless-steel bowl in disbelief of how mean he is being to her.

"Yeah, sorry. People tend to feed strays...err... collarless girls... in bowls like this, so you might as well get used to it. Here, I'll let you have a straw this time." Pep says, sensing Scarlett's irritation and dropping a crazy straw into her bowl to use. It's not illegal to feed stray clones with regular plates and glasses, but it is frowned upon, so even fancy restaurants have to give the collarless their order in a bowl, with no utensils, or the privileged collared girls would complain to the manager.

Scarlett Johansson sadly resigns herself to her fate and awkwardly begins drinking the water out of a dog bowl through a straw on all fours on the ground, mostly out of **** thirst after consuming all that salty semen. Pepsi watches her with boredom, casually cracking open an ice cold can of Coca-cola and taking a huge gulp. Scarlett looks between the can of Coke and the nameplate on his desk with the Pepsi logo, but Pep glares at her so she decides not to mention it.

"Alright, Ms. Johansson. Lay back, spread your legs, and beg me to fuck you."

Scarlett visibly recoils, **** a bit on her water from shock. She was hoping to at least keep her virginity today. "I don't.... I don't think I'm ready...."

Pep shrugs and continues to sip on his soda. She's the one who needs to beg for it, not him. It's no major concern, this isn't even the first Scarlett Johansson clone he would be deflowering this year anyway. He looks thoughtfully out the window and decides to tell her a story.

"You know, back in the early days of the virus, girls used to go crazy for piss all the time, constantly begging to drink it." Pepsi starts, causing Scarlett to ****, thinking he peed in her water. "No, no. That's just regular tap water... I don't want to die today. The penalty for simply pissing on a girl with a collar these days is ****, so trust me when I say I didn't do it. Though they are usually aren't very harsh if she's collarless."

Scarlett looks shocked, but it's not actually so rare or cruel of a punishment as it may seem. Jail was seen as mostly unnecessary when the eighteen years waiting to respawn removed the offender from society anyway, so they just **** them to start another cycle. They make sure a memory back up happens at the exact moment the offender's heart stops, so they wake up remembering their own **** and what the executioner did to make it happen. The **** penalty is more about how they kill you now, based on severity of crime, with only the most severe cases not allowing them to respawn later; which is the only true **** penalty.

Pep continues, "They isolated the chemical that was making the women go crazy and started adding trace amounts of it to the water supply with the other chemicals like fluoride, to build a tolerance over time. For some reason it's not addictive in water, but it still is with piss, causing a constant craving like cigarettes but not much else, so it's better to never start. The harsh penalty isn't really because of the **** itself, it's more about forcing an addiction on an unwilling person."

Scarlett's body begins to grow hot as Pepsi drones on and she finishes her dog bowl of water. She thought there was something about how tolerance is created kicking around in the back of her head, but for some reason, now all she can think of is cock. What's in the water? They put cocks in the water? Cocks in the cock? Cock?

"What I'm trying to tell you is that you might have some odd effects drinking the water around here for the first few days. The craving for sex will be pretty severe at first, but it'll only last a little while and you'll get used to it. The constant low level arousal it causes is mostly seen as a benefit to the girls around here."

She wants to understand what he's saying but she can only think about his penis. He knew this would happen to her, so he leaves it erect and in full view for her to stare at longingly. He smirks at the obvious results as she plays right into his hands.

"I'll ask you again, Ms. Johansson. Lay back... Spread your legs... And BEG me to fuck you." Pepsi says harshly. Scarlett understands that part, at least, and quickly moves into position on her back with her legs spread. She allows him to see her pussy, now dripping wet, but she can't bring herself to say the words.

"Pa....Plea...Please fuck me..." Scarlett finally says in barely above a whisper. Her body cried out for it, but she couldn't bring herself to beg.

"Hm? I can't hear you, Ms. Johansson."

"Please, fuck me... Please... I.. uh... can't...." Scarlett stammers out. Her clit cries out for her touch but she barely knows why. Her hand begins moving between her legs.

"What was that? A little louder please."

"Please! Uh...! PLEASE FUCK! Ooooh! PLEASE FUCK MA... OH GOD... PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME WHAAAAH...! Unnnnnnn" Scarlett Johansson screams, suddenly rubbing her clit into her first orgasm without realizing what she's doing. Her mouth hangs open with a silent scream as her body convulses and shakes with pleasure.

"Good girl." Pep says, simply. He stands over her head and begins filling her mouth with another generous dose to reward her good behavior with barely two jerks of his cock. Wave after wave of semen pours between her lips until he stops just before it overflows. It's no accident he filled her mouth so perfectly; though the genetically modified men have no control over the amount of semen they produce, the modification is set to create the exact volume of liquid to fill the average female mouth to the brim without puffing the cheeks, maximizing the value of each dose. "Now swallow."

Scarlett chokes down the huge, foul tasting mouthful of Pepsi, taking several swallows to clear it all, still rubbing out the new sensation of her very first orgasm. She looks up at him longingly, not knowing if he was actually planning on following through.

He plays with his quickly recovered dick and ponders what to teach her next.