Face your captor

The door swings open and in walks a thin redheaded woman who slams the door behind her. One hand carries a data pad of some sort and she uses the other to move her hair behind her ear, revealing her face.

"Stephanie?" you say, recognizing her as one of the young scientists working under you on REGEN.

"Ah so the good doctor hasn't forgotten everything he left behind. Wonderful," she responds.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me out of here!" Dr. Stephanie Greene was fresh out of grad school during the project's development, so she was fairly low on the totem pole and you didn't have a whole lot of interactions with her. From what you remember, she was an ambitious, fiery woman who was a little too much flirt and not enough substance for your taste. In fact, there was a rumor that she earned her spot on the team by sleeping with one of the funding donors. Nevertheless, she didn't strike you as someone who would resort to ****.

"Can't do that Doc. You've got something I need and my IDIOT ASSISTANTS," she yells back in the general direction of the door, "were unsuccessful in obtaining it." She picks up a syringe from a tray of instruments on the side table. "Now if you'll hold still this will just take a minute." Without giving you a chance to respond, she jabs the needle into your arm. You wince, expecting a shooting pain from the brash move, but instead barely feel a pin prick. "Huh..." You look down at your arm and see that the needle didn't even break the skin. She attempts to prick you again, but her second try is as much as success as her first. "Made some upgrades to REGEN, eh Doc?"

"Apparently," you respond, just as surprised as she is at this development.

"Well I'm on a bit of a deadline, so I'm just going to cut it to you straight. After your '****' REGEN was shut down. I have convinced some very powerful investors that I can make it work. There have been some...minor setbacks." You chuckle a bit. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. But you're the one strapped to a chair and I'm the one with a needle that doesn't do a DAMN THING to your FUCKING BULLETPROOF SKIN!" She slams the syringe into the table and the needle jabs right into the wooden surface. "So here's the deal - I'm going to need some of your nanites or I'm a dead woman."

"Oh don't be so dramatic. I'm not just going to give you the secrets of REGEN so that some guy can make an fortune from an army of enhanced super soldiers."

"How do you know he's going to make an army? Maybe he's interested in curing all disease."

"Really?" you give her a sideways look.

"Okay no he's probably not that type. But come on! You've gotta help me out here. I'll give you a cut. 10 million. Cash."

"Stephanie, I don't care about the money. I'm not going to put a dangerous tool like that in the hands of an unknown entity."

"I can make it worth your while..." she says as she sits across your lap, putting her lightly freckled cleavage at eye level. She starts rubbing a hand across your crotch and Junior takes notice. "I think somebody likes this plan..." she says in a singsong-y tone.

"Look it's not that I --"

"THAT'S IT!" she cuts you off with a shout as she jumps off you. "I can't get a blood sample, but I can get a semen sample. And that will surely have nanites in it. Yes! Stephanie, you are brilliant!" she rambles to herself.

"Uh I don't think --"

"Shush Dr. Know it all," she cuts you off again. "I am going to give you the best handjob of your miserable life and then I am going to extract the nanites from your ejaculate and be a very very rich woman!"

"Uh you know what, knock yourself out." You highly doubt you're going to be jizzing out any nanites, but hey free handjob, right? And in the meantime maybe you can figure out how to get out of this predicament.

"Don't mind if I do," the redhead says as she shimmies your pants and boxers down to free your cock. "Ooh you've been hiding a big one in there." She puts a hand around your not yet hard dick and gives it a couple strokes. "That's right," she purrs as your cock stiffens in her hand. "Mmm yeah. Think about all those times in the lab that you wished pretty little Stephanie would jerk you off. Well today you get to live out your fantasies."

That may have crossed my mind once or twice--wait you're supposed to be trying to escape. Focus! "Yeah but I don't think I was tied to a chair in any of those fantasies."

"Aww I always fancied you for the light bondage type," she teases, giving your rod a light slap. "Oh well. You'll just have to get used to it. You're not getting out of that chair till I have what I need." Stephanie pauses her stroking as she looks around the room, seemingly searching for something. "Damn no lube. Guess we're doing it the old fashioned way."

"Oh!" You can't help but let out a surprised grunt as she suddenly sucks your cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she hums as she holds it there, swirling her tongue around your member before sliding off. "Much better," she says with a grin as she re-grips your now slick dick and starts stroking. She slides her fingers up and down your shaft, lingering a bit longer at the tip each time. Keeping a steady rhythm with one hand, she uses the other to gently cradle your balls. The old you probably would have exploded by now, but your newfound sexual exploits have given you way more stamina than the average man. "It's a shame we didn't hook up before. This guy would be a lot of fun to have inside me."

"Well I was busy, you know, perfecting the system that you can't figure out."

"Ha ha. Brave man to be making jokes when I've got you by the balls." She gives you a little squeeze for emphasis. "Once I milk the cum out of you, we'll see who's laughing."

"Miss, you can't go in there!" The man's voice you heard before draws your attention toward the door. You hear a thud of a body against the wall and the door flies open.