"Comfortable?" "Mmmf!" "Good." The evil mad scientist loomed over her captive subject, bound and squirming on her operating table. The subject's arms have been tied above her head and her legs have been spread, feet planted. Her mouth has been covered with a cloth gag, and she has been blindfolded. It wouldn't do to be recognized, after all. The mad scientist would have used stirrups if she had any. She really needs to get her evil henchmouse on this. The mad scientist leaned in and murmured in her captive's ear. "Do you know why I have you tied to this table?" "Mm-mm," the captive replied, or tried to. "I have certain... material components I must harvest with some regularity. Cum is one such component. Virile, strong, potent cum, that has its uses... but that kind of cum is so easily acquired. People are fertile. I can get as much of that as I want. But sterile cum, cum with its own unique properties, and the cum of a woman, to boot... well, that is too rare a specimen to pass up. And that's why I snatched you off the street and brought you to my evil base." "Mmhmf!" "Oh, I agree, the Ethics board would have a fit if they knew." The mad scientist leaned in and kissed the captive's nose. "Hence the blindfold. You will never learn my true identity after you leave this place." "Mmfmm!" "You think you can resist? That I won't get my sample from you? ...I can see you're going to be difficult." The mad scientist got up and went to her Evil Implements Drawer, previously known as her Toybox given the scratched-out nameplate, and a moment later, the captive's ears twitched at the unmistakable sound of a pair of gloves snapping on. The captive's toes curled, and she whimpered. Her predicament was clear; but she was a strong girl with a strong will. She would never give in! That mad scientist could try all she likes, but she'll never give up her precious cum! ...She hoped. She swallowed audibly, and shifted in her bonds. "I think you'll find you're quite secure," came the voice of the Mad Scientist, drawing nearer. "Struggle all you like, you're not going anywhere." The mad scientist plunked down what sounded like two bottles on the table, hard plastic on glass. It was hard for the captive to hear what was going on, but she could most definitely feel when the mad scientist's gloved, lubed hand found her shaft and began softly stroking it. It was only halfway stiff -- what kind of resistance could she have put up if she got erect at the mere thought of this kind of bound, blindfolded harvesting -- but her body responded despite herself, and she let out an involuntary moan. "That's it. Resistance is too much work, and I am infinitely patient. Just give in to me, things will go much smoother for both of us." At the bottom of one stroke, the mad scientist simply held the captive's shaft up, and something soft and slick wrapped around her tip, slowly enveloping the entire shaft. "I felt that twitch," the mad scientist said, knowingly, confidently. "You can't resist me." "Mmfff!" "Ha! You think so? Well, you're welcome to try!" The soft sleeve around the captive's shaft began sliding up and down her shaft, and she squirmed, taking deep breaths to-- "Glire?" Glire lifted her head from the table. "This thing feels like it's dragging a bit, should it have more lube?" Cayen asked. "..Mmhmm." Glire nodded. "It'd feel better?" "Mmhmm." "Alright." The sleeve withdrew, and a moment later, returned, moving much more easily up and down Glire's shaft. "How's that?" "Mmhmm." "Good." The mad scientist chuckled. "After all, if the goal is to bring you to orgasm, my captive, you should feel as good as possible." The captive squirmed, but nodded, whimpering out an "Mmhmm" in response. A few moments later, the sleeve slowed, then stopped, wrapping the captive's shaft in soft wetness from base to tip. "Clearly you're putting up more resistance than I had anticipated," the mad scientist said. "No matter. I am just getting started." A few moments passed, and then the captive felt something cold and very slick at her behind. She squeaked. "Mm, I saw that twitch, too. Yes, I've observed you for quite some time before I captured you. I know what you enjoy. I've watched you finger yourself back here, and I know how weak it makes you. Your cum /will/ be mine, captive, and the sooner you accept that, the better." The captive shook her head, but her hips betrayed her true feelings, hips rocking against the mad scientist's softly rubbing fingers, and the both of them knew how futile it was to resist. But the captive was stubborn! She would resist! She would endure! The sleeve began to move again, and she groaned. Feeling as good as she felt from more than one location was so much more difficult to withstand... and soon, one of those fingers at her behind began to press in, well-lubed and easily able to get inside. She breathed and relaxed around it, though the mad scientist had no intention of thrusting with any real force or length; instead, the finger curled, rubbing softly. The captive's back arched, and her hands pulled at her bonds; but it was no use, and she knew it, and she rolled her hips back and forth, quickly giving into the pleasure. "That's right. You will give me what I want, you adorable lab bunny." Glire grinned behind her gag, and burst out in giggles, and Cayen giggled with her. "Yes, I've been measuring that too," Cayen said. "You've already broken three adorablometers. That's coming out of your paycheque, you know." "Mmhf?" "Oh I know, you're not getting paid, and the adorablometers may not actually exist, but... Anyway." Cayen laughed, and sped up her stroking, making the bunny squeal in pleasure. "Mm, yeah, that's it." Glire shook her head, and Cayen cobbled together her role once again. "Oh no, you say? Stubborn. But I know a secret." Glire -- that is, the captive -- could hear the grin in the mad scientist's words. "The more you resist, the more you'll come for me. I am more than willing to overcome a little resistance when all you're doing is giving me a larger sample for my evil schemes." The captive squirmed, and tilted her head back, breathing as she began to feel herself twitch involuntarily. Both scientist and subject fell into a hush, with only a liquid schlick and the rustle of nitrile to break the silence. The mad scientist began to vary where she was rubbing inside her captive, and one place in particular got a particularly good reaction; she focused her attention on that area immediately. "Have I found your weak spot, captive?" The captive nodded, then caught herself and began fervently shaking her head. "Hah! You can't fool me." The stroking and rubbing fell into an even and inexorable rhythm, and the captive groaned, her hips' movements falling into the same rhythm, unable to stop herself from helping to break down her own resistance. "Mm, feels good? Yeah? Are you gonna give me what I want now?" Teased the mad scientist. "We both know you want to. But I won't tell anyone. It can be our little secret that you /like/ this, don't you? Mm, yes you do, look at your hips rocking. You love my finger inside you and this sleeve on your shaft. You love all this attention, don't you." The captive by now had been trying her best to hold back, but it was so difficult, and the words of the mad scientist were hitting their mark, and that last sentence was more than enough to crumble the last of her self-control. She began to moan, uncontrollable, and went on her tiptoes, and her back arched, and everything tensed, and suddenly she was crying out, shaking, coming, squeezing down on the mad scientist's finger. The sleeve quickly became unbearable, and her hips bucked hard, but the mad scientist kept stroking, and the cries became almost anguished with pleasure, her shaft sensitized by the orgasm to the point of being overwhelming. "Mm, yeah, is it too much? Yeah? Too bad, I want more. Are you gonna give me more? Yeah?" "Mmnhf!" "What do you mean that's all you've got? Are you sure? I bet I could squeeze a few more drops out of you if--" "Mmf! Mmf!" "Well, if you're sure." "Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm!" "Alright then." The stroking stopped, and Glire groaned out in utter relief. Her legs slipped off the sides of the table, and her body seemed to melt against the surface. She shook her head a little, and Cayen got the hint of the body language, reaching up to tug down the shirt that she was using as a gag. "You okay?" "Uh-huh..." Cayen grinned, and took off Glire's blindfold while she was at it, though it didn't seem to matter, because the bunny's eyes were closed. "I hope I didn't overdo it at the end." "Nn-uh." Glire said, or tried to. "I... nh. I wanted it overdone." "Oh! Very good then." Cayen got up from between Glire's legs, though she kept her finger inside Glire, and knelt next to her coffee table, leaning in to give Glire a slow and deep kiss. Glire kissed back, moaning and squirming as Cayen's finger began moving again inside her. Cayen pulled back after a few more moments, and Glire sighed deeply. "God..." Glire said, staring up at the ceiling. "That was unbelievable." "Yeah?" Cayen said, slowly withdrawing her finger, and removing the sleeve from Glire's shaft. "Uh-huh. I... yeah." Cayen giggled. "Words." "Yeah, don't worry about it. D'you want up yet?" "Uh-huh." "Alright, just lemme throw out the gloves." She skipped into the kitchen, and came back a moment later, and undid the cuffs she'd tied to the table. Glire's arms lowered, and she winced. "Oh, god, that feels better," she says, folding them on her stomach. "I... nngh. Yes." Cayen giggled. "Uh-huh." She leaned in and gave Glire another kiss, one that was meant to be quick, but turned into a much longer and more involved one, especially when Glire reached up to scritch Cayen's scalp. "...I see you're in an affectionate mood," Cayen murmured, after the kiss broke. "You kissed me," Glire said back, a dreamy little smile on her face. "But if you got fingered until you squirted your brains out, I think you'd be willing to do a lot more than pet the person who did it to you." Cayen grinned. "Fair." She waggled her eyebrows. "You need anything?" "I think I want a shower, actually. There's a lot of lube on me still." "Fair enough." "...Hey Cayen?" "Yeah?" "Are those cuffs waterproof?" "No, but I have ones that are..." she began to smile. "...What?" "Oh, I was just thinking," Glire said nonchalantly, "Maybe you've been taken hostage, but hostages have to bathe too, right? Except maybe they can't be trusted to bathe theirselves, so the guards do it for them. Among other things." Cayen bit her lip. "I'll get the cuffs." "/I'll/ get the cuffs, prisoner." The guard replied. "You strip and get the shower ready." The prisoner giggled, cleared her throat, composed herself, and complied. "Yes ma'am!"