The Needle

Sascha walked down the corridor toward the laboratories, lost in thought. She hadn’t expected the doctor to be so kind. Stephanie had even offered to be called by her first name. That was unusual. Normally the doctors were arrogant and full of themselves. They acted as if they were better than everyone else and treated the laboratory staff accordingly. Even though she was only 22 and already had a great deal of experience and advanced training, and even though she was in charge of the emergency lab, most doctors still looked down on her with that “I’m better than you” attitude.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that the sudden voice startled her.

“Authorization card!”

Sascha looked up. Standing in front of the entrance to her lab was a guard in the usual white uniform. He was about her age and good-looking — in a bar she would definitely have flirted with him.

“Mike, seriously,” she said, rolling her brown eyes slightly. “You know who I am and what I do. Can you please open the airlock? I have work from Doctor Stephanie with me.”

The guard grinned. “Yeah, but Sascha, you looked so lost in thought. I just couldn’t resist.”

Despite her exhaustion, Sascha had to smile. “Funny. Now open up.”

“As you wish, my lady,” he replied playfully. He took the keycard from his side, held it to the control panel, it beeped, and he entered a combination. With a soft hiss the door to Laboratory 12 opened.

“Thanks,” Sascha said, smiled at him once more, and stepped inside.

She immediately got to work. Several samples she had put through various automatic processes that afternoon were finished. She processed those first. When she was done, she took the two blood samples Stephanie had given her. Both were unusually dark, almost black. She read the label:

Amber Willis – 8 hrs after infection / 3 hrs after full infection

Sascha yawned and checked the clock. 3:00 a.m.

“I’ll finish this, then a few hours of sleep,” she muttered to herself.

She began distributing the sample onto different carriers. But her movements were no longer as precise as usual because of the extreme fatigue. One of the slides slipped from her hand. Instinctively she reached for it — and stabbed herself on the tip of the needle she had been using.

“Ow… damn, what a mess,” she cursed quietly and pulled off the glove. The needle had gone through. A small, dark drop of blood welled up from the puncture. Her finger grew warm.

“What a mess… you really did a great job there, Sascha,” she muttered to herself.

She went to the sink and ran cold water over her hand. But the heat did not fade. On the contrary — it intensified. First only the finger, then the entire hand, then it crept up her arm like liquid fire under the skin. Sascha stared at her hand as if it no longer belonged to her.

“Damn… I have to trigger the contamination protocol…”

She never got the chance.

The heat suddenly exploded through her entire body. A hot, throbbing sensation shot from her lower abdomen upward and downward at the same time. Sascha gasped loudly and had to grab the edge of the sink. Her knees went weak. The lab coat suddenly felt far too tight; the fabric rubbed unpleasantly against her skin. Between her legs she became wet in an instant — not just wet, but soaking. Her pussy throbbed hard, as if someone had flipped a switch. Her labia swelled, her clit began to pulse, and a warm, sticky feeling spread through her panties.

Her thoughts fell apart. Clarity, discipline, protocols — everything was pushed aside by a thick, sweet fog. An intense tingling spread over her whole body, especially her breasts and lower abdomen. Her nipples hardened and became sensitive, pressing against the fabric of her top. She moaned involuntarily, her hips twitching slightly forward as if searching for friction.

Then the voice was there.

Soft. Velvety. Dark.

Directly inside her head, as if someone were whispering against the inside of her skull.

Sascha…

She froze. The voice was female, somehow familiar and yet completely foreign. It crawled through her thoughts like warm smoke, leaving heat everywhere it touched.

You can already feel it, can’t you? That warmth… that throbbing…

Sascha gasped, her fingers digging into the sink. Between her legs the pulsing was so strong it bordered on pain and at the same time demanded more. A drop of wetness ran down the inside of her thigh.

The voice smiled. She could feel it.

Come closer, little lab girl…