Fatigue and Provocation

The second night had already begun long ago. Dr. Stephanie Moor rubbed her tired eyes. She was still sitting in front of her laptop, going through the blood test results from her fully infected assistant for the umpteenth time. Strangely enough, Amber had allowed the blood to be drawn completely voluntarily. She had only looked hungrily at the guard who had kept his weapon trained on her the entire time, and she had not attacked either him or the young nurse when they entered and left the cell.

Amber was watching her. Stephanie had noticed that the whole time.

“Stephanie…,” Amber purred suddenly. Her voice was deep, velvety, and carried effortlessly through the thick security glass. “You’re so tired. So stressed. I can help you relax. So that you feel good. So that you forget the time.”

Stephanie looked up from the laptop.

Amber sat with her legs spread on the narrow camp bed in her cell. The thin hospital gown was pushed up to her waist, revealing her pale, flawless body. Her large, full breasts rose and fell with every breath, the dark nipples hard and sensitive. The fingers of her right hand worked deep and rhythmically inside her wet, glistening pussy — the soft, wet smacking sound was clearly audible as she pushed them in and out. With her thumb she circled the swollen, shiny labia and the sensitive clit. Her other hand alternately kneaded her heavy breasts, pinching and rubbing the nipples until they grew even darker and more erect. With her long, flexible tongue she slowly licked across her plump, slightly parted lips, leaving a wet sheen, and moaned softly and throatily. Her red eyes never left Stephanie, hungry and knowing.

“Well, Stephanie…,” she moaned, her voice husky and seductive. “Do you like what you see? Don’t you want to replace my fingers with your tongue? Or I could lick your wet pussy until you come… Wouldn’t that be something? Or we could get one of those sweet guards and suck his cock together until he covers our faces with his cum…”

Stephanie shook her head. “That’s not you, Amber. I’m going to find a way to help you. To help everyone.”

There was a knock.

“Come in,” Stephanie said.

The senior laboratory assistant entered. Sascha was in her early to mid-twenties, noticeably younger than most people in her position. She had a delicate, slender figure with narrow shoulders and an elegant posture. Her skin was dark and even, her face finely featured with large, alert eyes. The most striking thing about her was her long, jet-black hair that fell in a thick, glossy cascade down past her buttocks and swayed slightly with every movement. She wore the usual white lab coat over a simple dark pair of pants and a tight top. Despite the obvious fatigue in her eyes, she looked focused and competent.

She smiled at Stephanie. “I have the results of the latest blood test, Doctor.”

Stephanie smiled weakly. “Thank you. Stephanie is fine. Your name was…?”

The young woman smiled. “Sascha.”

The moment she said her name, Amber’s voice came from the cell.

“Mhhh… Sascha…”

The young woman flinched. Her long hair fell over one shoulder with the movement.

“Ohhhh, Sascha…,” Amber continued purring, her fingers moving more slowly and deeply inside herself. “Maybe she wants some relaxation too and will come to me so I can lick her pussy… I would lick her so slowly and thoroughly until she trembles…”

“Ignore that,” Stephanie said firmly. “I still have two samples here that need to be analyzed.”

“I’ll do it right away, Doctor… uh… Stephanie.”

Stephanie saw the fatigue in the young woman’s eyes. “But don’t overdo it. Fatigue causes mistakes, Sascha.”

“I won’t.” Sascha smiled, took the samples, nodded to Stephanie, and left the room. Her long dark hair swayed behind her as she closed the door.

“Uhhhh… the little one is sweet,” Amber purred behind the glass, her voice even huskier with lust. “Maybe you should lick her pussy, Stephanie… or I can do it for you…”

“Shut up, Amber,” Stephanie said and turned back to the latest results.

Somewhere in the distance a siren began to wail. The second night had only just truly begun.