Subject-on-Subject Action

“Subject K has been a good girl today. Much improved.” the Proctor continued. Katelyn could tell there were implications in that statement, but wasn’t really sure what they were. “I think she deserves some additional reward. Wouldn’t you agree, T?”

“Yes, Proctor.”

“Excellent, Subject T, you will perform cunnilingus on Subject K now.” The Indian woman broke her eye contact with K. Whatever she was trying to say, the moment had passed. She obediently kneeled in front of Katelyn.

“Wait, wait a minute.” Katelyn felt like she should protest this. “This is…wrong.”

“Oh? And how so?” Proctor Black asked.

“I- I- I shouldn’t. I’m not a lesbian.” Katelyn couldn’t articulate anything more than that. It was a lame dodge, and Proctor Black swatted it away as such.

“K, I can see your vitals. Your arousal spiked through the roof when T entered. Whether you’re willing to admit it out loud, you desperately want her to eat you out. Now relax, open your legs, and allow her to do so.”

Katelyn couldn’t deny any of that. Indeed, once Black had said it out loud then it seemed both reasonable and inevitable. T did make her ferociously hot, and she did want the woman to eat her out. Was that weird?

T’s first, tentative touches on Katelyn’s lower lips felt extraordinary. Typically, Katelyn was good to rest after sex, once had always been enough for her. But even after her roll with Williams, she wanted this badly. No. She needed this badly.

T slid two fingers into K’s pussy and stroked her g-spot. ‘Oh my god…’ Katelyn was melting onto her fingers and tongue. Katelyn’s eyes rolled back in her head and she could barely hold herself up with her legs. Her legs went slack and her weight hung on her arms shackled over her head.

Black's phone beeped, and she answered it. She gestured for T to continue while she spoke. After listening for a few seconds, she nodded and hung up the call. “Very good, T.” Proctor Black said, “Continue until I return.” Black left them immediately, not even looking back. Katelyn was somehow disappointed that she wouldn't be here to watch? It was strange, she felt serene when Black was in the room. Mostly.

When Black was gone, T stopped and gave Katelyn a conspiratorial look. She stood up and crept silently over to the desk where Black had left the tablet. T studied it for a second, then tapped a few buttons, releasing Katelyn’s shackles from the ceiling.

“Wha-?” The redhead was ripped out of her pleasure as she crashed to the floor.

“SSSSH!” T grabbed her and hauled her to her feet. “We’re out of time, if you go through another session I don’t know if you’ll be able to come back.”

“Come back? Come back where? What are you doing?” Katelyn struggled to clear her head, but T didn’t stop to answer her questions.

“Come on, let’s go…” T slowly slid open the door and checked the corridor, waving for Katelyn to follow.