Take the offer

T was right, Katelyn thought. She needed to clear her head if she was going to figure out what was going on. And she wouldn’t be able to do that if she couldn’t stop thinking about this woman.

She nodded to T.

“Ok,” T whispered, moving in close enough now that they were nearly intertwined, “You’ve got to relax and let me do this quick. If they catch us, we’re both in trouble.”

T held up the bowl to Katelyn’s mouth to pretend to give her the last drops. Katelyn felt T’s hand begin to stroke her pubic lips. Even after her session with the Guard, she’s already wet again and grinding her hips against T’s hand. T slips three fingers up inside and strokes Katelyn’s g-spot and clitoris simultaneously. Katelyn grunts out in pleasure, but T pushes the bowl into her mouth.

“Bite the bowl if you have to, this has to be quiet!” T whispers, and Katelyn obliges. She is good and Katelyn doesn’t need more than a few more strokes before she’s climaxing on T’s hand. T, lacking any clothing or towels, quickly licks her fingers clean. “I don’t know what’s next for you, K, but you’ve got to be strong, understand?”

Katelyn doesn’t fully understand what’s going on, but she nods anyway. What did she agree to with Proctor Black? Why did she throw herself at the Guard? Why did she let a strange woman jill her off? She’d acted pretty wild back in her old life but never anything like this!

Wait… her “old life”? Why did she think of it like that? Where did that come from? Surely she was going to escape with T and get back to her life. Not her old life, but her actual life.

“Are you ok?” T asked. “You look out of it.”

Katelyn hung limply in her bonds, but at T’s prompting she stood up and shook her head to get the cobwebs out. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to slow her racing heart.

“I’m fine, thank you T.” Katelyn wasn’t fine. Her train of thought was confusing, like she was arguing inside her own head. Of course, she had agreed to what Proctor Black offered, it was a second chance! A chance to fix all the things she had fucked up, and live the way she wanted to! As a ****? As a ****. As a ****! But she didn’t want to be a ****? Or did she? Her pussy had never been hotter. She came three times already!

“Subject K.” Proctor Black’s voice cut through her cacophonous internal monologue. Katelyn opened her eyes and looking into Black’s face was like shutting off a blaring radio. Suddenly it was relaxing and serene.

“Yes, Proctor,” Katelyn said. T was gone from the room, and Black stood alone in front of her. Had she passed out? Her shoulders hurt like hell from the restraints.

“Are you feeling well? T warned us you were behaving strangely.”

Katelyn laughed out loud at that. How else could anyone act in this situation? To act sane in the face of this insanity would itself be insane. Right?

“Subject K, I think you might be getting light-headed from the food. It’s tuned to your nutritional needs, but it still takes some getting used to,” Proctor Black said, “Come now, let’s return you to your room.” She released the straps from the ceiling and connected them to the lead as she had done earlier. Katelyn tried to focus on the layout of the facility more on the way back, hoping that she’d have some more info to share the next time she saw T. But somehow the place seemed even more Escher-esque on her second trip through it. Or was Proctor Black aware that she talked about it with T and was intentionally confusing her sense of direction? Katelyn barely noticed when they reached her room and Black released the restraints.

“Get some sleep, K. We will continue tomorrow.”

Katelyn felt like a wind-up toy that was running out of power. As soon as Black gave her the order to climb in bed, Katelyn curled up under the covers without a second’s concern. She was asleep before Black reached the hallway.