Nympho Fever

Center for Disease Control Lab Gemini 12

Two MPs guided the young woman down the corridor toward observation room alpha. She was young, approximately 25 with pin straight red hair and sedated to the point that she was having difficulty walking on her own. She wore a hospital gown and paper slippers, she didn’t notice that her legs had stopped moving and that the MPs were now dragging her. Upon entering the observation room her two escorts strapped her to a gurney in the center of the room. The straps pressed the gown tightly to her breasts. The woman’s thoughts were clouded but she was glad to be strapped down as the room was spinning unpredictably. The MPs connected the dazed woman to and EKG machine and exited the observation room without a word.

The woman’s eyes fixed on the large mirror on her right, but her mind did not. Unbeknownst to the woman mind was vacant due to the swimming through her bloodstream. Behind the mirror were Doctor Swanson, a nervous meek man and the gruff marine Colonel Byrd.

Col. Byrd, “Doctor the subject is prepared and restrained. Initiate exposure.”

Dr. Swanson, “C-Colonel, I must once again s-state for the record that I object to this…”

Col. Byrd (cutting him off), “Doctor, I don’t give a flying fuck what you object to, this facility is now under military jurisdiction and you will follow my orders, unless you’d like to charged with treason.”

The doctor approached a small control panel located under the two-way mirror. “Biological filters engaged, level 3 containment seals activated, all safety protocols double confirmed, vitals are being recorded, releasing 5 milligrams of Cassandra, the clock has started”

At first, nothing happened. After about 2 minutes the woman’s heart rate began to speed up and she strained against her restraints. A low groan escaped her lips. Her nipples stiffened and pressed against the hospital gown, her crotch became warm and tingly.

Col. Byrd, “release the restraints”

As the restraints fell away the woman sat up, her own wetness dripped down her thighs and pooled between her knees on the gurney. She reached under the gown and began to masturbate furiously while kneaded her breasts. Her tongue licked at her full pouting lips and she tore off the gown. A steady stream of drool flowed out of her mouth, down her neck and soaked her tits. Her clit throbbed as her fingers probed ever deeper into her dripping pussy. She fell backward onto the gurney her cherry red hair spilling off and hanging in space. Her back instinctively arched as she came, her hips bucked wildly against her own hand and cum flew off her hands and thighs as it was pumped from her pussy. As quickly as it had started the woman stopped pleasuring herself and sat up.

Both men watched eagerly but at the same time each of their faces was shrouded in a grim, worried look. Suddenly, Dr. Swanson spoke while calculating numbers, “2 minutes 11 seconds from first exposure to .22 mg/cubic meter of Cassandra, the subject’s heart rate exceeded…300 BPM for 37 seconds”

“SWANSON, look!” the colonel exclaimed in an uncharacteristically excited tone.

The woman was lying with her breasts pressed against the gurney and her ass in the air. She was eagerly licking her own cum off her hand while fondling her ass with the other hand. Her pussy was still dripping wet, she traced her anus with her fingers. Her eyes were vacant. Her lips were glazed in cum and saliva

Dr. Swanson, perplexed, checked the indicators and warning lights, “No additional bio-agent as been released, the room was clean and purged.”

The woman was now pumping two fingers in and out of her ass and moaning. A trickle of cum leaked out of her pussy once again. She wiped it off and licked her hand clean. Flopping on her side she sucked on the finger that had been in her ass.