2 comments/ 26546 views/ 7 favorites Contamination Ch. 01 By: LukeCoolhand She was so focused on the screen in front of her that she hardly noted the 'whoosh' sound of the door opening. It was after all, the busiest time of the day for the counter-terrorism unit, and Diana had very important work to do in the lab. Neither did she register any concern at the next sound, that of someone sitting heavily in the seat behind her. Only a handful of people had access to the high-security lab they were in, and she was more than familiar with how loud Michiko could get. Diana did tilt her head a little when she heard Michi mutter "Damn!" under her breath. That was quite unlike her. Michi could always be counted on to be loud, so muttering or mumbling was really not her style. "What up, Mich?" she asked, not really waiting to hear her reply. Each woman had her own duties in the lab, it was such a small setup, and although they would consult each other whenever something new showed up, they were almost invariably assigned different cases to review, so much so they had yet to work together on a single project. "Nothing," came the muttered reply, and Diana turned around to look at her colleague. She was surprised to see that she was still in the contamination suit she was wearing in the other part of the lab. "Mich! You know you're not supposed to wear that in here!" Diana was surprised, but not shocked. Michi was after all the baby of the lab, all of 24 years, with raven-black hair, almond eyes and a trim, if slightly muscular body. She was also the rebel, often questioning procedures and policies and refusing to follow the rules she didn't agree with. She was also brilliant, one of the best minds in bioelectronics, so that was why the head honchos put up with the feisty little Asian. But she hadn't seemed to mind the strict safety regulations they had all had to follow, so it was a little surprising to see her wearing the white suit that they were required to shed in the decontamination chamber just outside. "Yeah, well, lots of things happen that aren't supposed to," was Michi's terse reply. Diana turned full body to look at her colleague. She was certainly not responding the way she normally did. What was going on? As she turned Michi's chair to face her, Diana noticed small perforations in her suit. "What..?" she began, but before she could complete her sentence, the alarms began to sound. "Shit, Mich," Diana yelled over the loud whooping. "What the fuck happened in there?" Michiko shook her head and looked glum. "I... I slipped. I didn't... want to be stuck in there, so I came in here. I'm... I'm sorry, Di." "Listen to me," said Diana, aware that her voice was rising. Being locked in due to a contamination alert didn't concern her as much as what it was her colleague had down to cause the lock down. After all, she was a carefree and single 28-year old woman whose primary companion at home was the TV. No one to worry about her: that was why Diana took this job. "Listen," she said, shaking Michi gently. "Tell me what happened in there. I need to know." She noted that the perforations in Michiko's suit were larger than she had originally thought. Or was it that they were getting larger? Just what was it that had caused the contamination alert? Diana could feel the hairs on the nape of her neck standing in anticipation of the younger girl's answer. "Remember that lot of stuff we got from that bioengineering whiz? The one we called the mad scientist?" Diana nodded. Dr Stan Lee was well-known in the scientific community for his eccentricities, especially towards the later part of his life. He was absolutely brilliant, and much of his work was still being assessed. Too bad he killed himself before he could give his own accounting of the items they found in his lab. Dr Lee was said to be so distraught by his wife's infidelity with their gardener that he locked himself in his lab for months after she left. The things he left behind were sent to her CT lab because they simply did not know what to make of the capsules, vials and other paraphernalia he had left behind. She remembered spending weeks just cataloguing the stuff, and cross-referencing his notes with the items they had received. Not that she could make sense of much of it either... she had simply classified them as best she could. Now, it seemed one of Dr Lee's concoctions had come to haunt them. "What were you doing with that? Don't you know all of that's off-limits?" she began scolding her downcast colleague. Michi said nothing and simply looked away, as if she could not even face her. "Shit Mich, that's a deal-breaker, you know." "I know. I... I just thought... to be the first to break down what he... what he was doing... I just wanted..." Michiko began to try to explain, but Diana shushed her. She was right -- the holes in Michi's contamination suit were getting larger by the minute. "What's done is done. Here, let's get you out of this thing," she said, reaching out to tug at the zip at Michiko's neck. As she touched the girl's suit, she felt her skin crawl, almost as if a million spiders were suddenly running up her arm. Michiko noticed her reaction and smiled wearily. "You feel that, don't you?" she asked, pushing her hand away and reaching for the zip herself. "You really shouldn't have done that." "Done what?" Diana was puzzled. What did the girl mean? Had the incident in the lab made her slightly mad? "Touched me," was the reply as Michiko slowly unzipped her ruined contamination suit. "Then again, I'm not sure if that's the only way that it spreads..." "Mich! What are you doing..?" As she drew the zip down her front, Diana was horrified to see that Michiko was stark naked under the suit, even as she was relieved to see that there were no horrible weeping sores on her smooth pink skin. It was certainly not lab procedure to strip down to your skivvies before putting on the suit, let alone going in stark naked. Besides, there were video cameras all over the place, and Michiko would've given the security guys a free show when she stripped down in the prep room. What the hell was the girl thinking about, going in like that? "Oh you'll see soon enough," said Michiko, seeming to read the question in her mind. "Apparently, they work faster on natural fibers and have a tougher time with synthetics." "They? Who's they?" queried Diana as she averted her eyes from Michiko's nakedness, but not before noting that she had a very trim body and nice, perky, if a little too large breasts. The trained scientist in her also allowed her to note that the younger girl's pink nipples looked painfully erect before she held her eyes level with Michiko's. "They. It. Whatever. I don't know. The stuff that came out from that canister I accidentally dropped." Michi was maddeningly cryptic in her reply, so much so that Diana itched to slap her across her face. It was suddenly a physical, REAL itch spreading across the back of her hand. "Uh. Uhhh. Ohhh!" were the next sounds that came from Michiko's mouth, and Diana's jaw dropped as she thought she saw... no, she would swear she saw Michi's breasts move as if they were being rubbed. Her nipples seemed to be dancing before her eyes. "What..?" she said as her own nipples seemed to ache in sympathy. What did she see? That was... just not possible. "They're... they're spreading. Going... down," gasped Michi as the suit fell on the floor and she stepped out and leaned back on her desk, her legs slightly apart. This time, Diana did look down, in spite of herself. The girl apparently didn't have much by way of pubic hair, but that was not what caught Diana's attention. It was the unmistakable signs of arousal -- the flushed and puffy labia, looking red and a little angry, the trail of clear fluid shining on the insides of her thighs, and the smell... the slightly tangy smell of pussy that a shocked Diana gazed upon. "Mich... Mich, are you... is it... what are they doing to you?" Diana stammered, the prickling on her own nipples making her flush. It felt as if a million tiny pins were pressing at the tips of her suddenly-sensitive nipples. She felt hot, almost as if she were aroused by the sight of the wanton display of naked flesh before her. But... Diana shook her head. This sort of... brazen exposure was shocking, but it shouldn't be arousing. She shivered, and wondered why it was she suddenly felt so cold. "Look. Look at you," gasped Michiko, her breasts heaving as her pretty nipples bobbed and swayed. "Look at your clothes." She leaned further back, her legs spreading, as if she was inviting her colleague to take a good look at her swollen and weeping cleft. Diana, riveted by the sight of the girl's thick labia pouting and spreading apart, took some time to comprehend what the girl was saying. When she did look down she gasped in shock. Her own lab coat was growing holes, through which she could see... no, it couldn't be. She had put on a nice silk blouse to go with her silk lingerie this morning, but now, all she could see was the bare, smooth slopes of her breasts. "Shit, get it off me," she shouted as she quickly shrugged off her dissolving coat. She was topless underneath, her blouse and bra having mysteriously disappeared, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to get the "they" that Michiko was referring to off of her body. "Uhhh... shit," she moaned as the prickling sensations spread down past her areolae, onto her heaving breasts. Like many large-breasted women, Diana actually wished her own E-sized assets were a more manageable C -- she presumed the men would take her a lot more seriously than they did a walking pair of tits -- but this time, she was glad she was big up there, because "they" would take a little longer to get to the rest of her. "What... can we... do... to..?" she looked desperately at Michiko for answers, but all Diana got for her query was a sigh followed by a resigned shrug. "I wasn't... oooh... naked when I... uhh... put on the... mmmph... suit you know," said Michiko, her breasts pulsating with alarming regularity. It was like watching a ghost pull on the poor girl's boobs. Diana was surprised that Michiko wasn't making more of an effort to stop whatever it was that was manipulating her breasts. Then "they" hit a nerve somewhere inside her own tortured nipples and Diana groaned loudly. She hadn't particularly liked or disliked having her breasts manipulated, but these... things that she couldn't see, were working some sort of magic with them, making her boob flesh ultra-sensitive, so much so it was making her wet down there. "Shit, there's... uhh... got to be... oh... a sol...uhh... solution!" she moaned as her own breasts began to move as if someone was manipulating them. It didn't feel like hands or fingers were on them, it was more like... like there was something inside her flesh, pushing and pulling, nudging and yanking at her nerves, making her so wet she could feel the liquid begin to slide down the insides of her thighs. Wait a minute. What about her..? She looked down her body and confirmed her worst fears. "They" had made short work of her skirt and panties, leaving her completely naked. The fact that she had only just had a Brazilian wax a couple of days back added to Diana's sense of vulnerability. If the video cameras were still running, the security guys were having a good time looking at her for sure. She briefly considered covering her privates with her hands, but remembered just in time that her hands were possibly contaminated, so she could do nothing to cover herself up. Not if she wanted to keep her sex free from "them" while she figured out a way to get the unseen things off her body. "Awwww shiiitttt!" Michiko groaned as she sagged back on her own desk. She was lying on it now, her breasts heaving and legs spread. Diana looked on, horrified at the sight of her colleague's suffering. Her pussy looked inflamed and... was it her imagination or was Michi's pussy spreading and opening right where her vagina was? She could see the girl's hole gaping as Michi's scream confirmed it: "They... they're going in! Iiiinnnn!" The poor girl was obviously in a worse condition than she was. The prickling was spreading out past her areolae now, reminding her of her own predicament. Realising she could not count on her colleague for any assistance in resolving the problem at hand, Diana looked around her for anything that might help. The simple washbasin at the side of the lab's only door caught her eye. Water. Simple, but potentially effective. Perhaps she could wash "them" off her body? Diana quickly strode to the basin, wincing as her breasts bounced with each step. The bloody things were certainly doing a good job of tweaking her nerves because she felt little tremors going down her thighs with each movement. If this continued, she would be in agonizing ecstasy. She paused for a moment, wondering if it would work. The prickling sensation was now reaching the base of her breasts, tickling her deep in her cleavage. No time for thinking this through, she thought, quickly pressing her finger to the mouth of the tap and turning it on. Diana directed the spray of water at her chest, and particularly at her nipples, which felt like they were being pierced by a million tiny needles. Papers and computers be damned. The first order of business was to get rid of "them"... then she could perhaps help poor Michiko, whose reflection she could see in the steel doors. The girl was lying on her back, her legs open and propped up on the table in a wide M, her right hand covering her vulva. No, she wasn't covering her private parts with her hand... Diana realized this when she noticed that two of her fingers were disappearing into the space between her thighs. "My God, Mich, what the hell are they doing to you?" she thought to herself, as she saw the girl shuddering as if she was being electrocuted. Michiko's answer to her unspoken question was a loud, quivering moan. "Ohhhhh Goddddd! They... are... in... they're in... so deep! Too deeeeeppp!" Diana realized that the prickling sensations at her breasts and nipples appeared to have lessened and was hopeful that her idea had worked. Then she caught sight of her own reflection in the steel wall and gasped. Water was dripping off the tips of her erect nipples, but her attention was drawn to other rivulets that were flowing down, down towards the split in her groin. What if the water carried them down "there"? Diana realized she would find out quickly as she watched a trickle of water reach the top of her pubic mound and roll down, into the deep cleft just below. As if on cue, the prickling started once more, all across her wet skin. "Ooooohhhhh shitttt!" she moaned as the sensations spread over her pubic mound. No doubt the recently depilated skin there made things easier for "them" to do what they were doing, because it felt like a zillion tiny needles had descended on her pubic area and were gently pricking her sensitive skin. Worse still, that droplet that had travelled down into her vulva... it had probably brought "them" directly to her vulnerable private parts. The prickling began at the edges of her labia and began spreading downwards, down between her thighs... and inwards. Suddenly, Diana realized what Michi had meant when she said that "they" were going in. She could feel the tiny pricking spread inside, into her unprotected vagina. "Their" progress was as agonizing as it was slow -- and as the prickling began to spread upwards and inwards, the prickling at her already erect clitoris intensified. "Uuhhhhhnnn!" she grunted as an orgasm washed over her, making her weak in the knees. "Shit, that was quick," she thought. "Oh no, I'm... oooooh... fucked!" Diana felt her own fluids flowing out from deep within and realized that "they" would soon have access to the deepest parts of her body. She felt her own pussy lips distending and moving, pulsing in time with what "they" were doing to her, down there. Desperately, she looked around for something, anything that she could use to somehow slow down or stop the furious manipulation of her privates. Her eyes settled on a synthetic tube that was roughly the thickness of a toothpaste tube just as another orgasm hit. It would have to do, she thought to herself as she felt more fluid begin to flow from her womb. She would have to act soon, before the climaxes made her too weak to stand. Diana stretched out and grabbed hold of the end of the tube, brought it down to the space between her thighs, and without hesitation, drove it into her spasming vagina. She thought to give "them" something else to work on while she tried to work out a solution to what was going on here. A long drawn out moan reminded her of Michi's predicament. The poor girl had been exposed for longer than she had, and from the looks of her pulsing, reddened pussy lips, she was suffering indeed. But what could she do? There was only one such tube in the lab and Diana wasn't sure she wanted to remove it from between her legs. Especially since it seemed to be working and the prickling she was feeling between her lips seemed to be subsiding. She looked down at the remainder of the tube hanging out of her and decided that she should try to help her colleague. Walking over to her (and thinking "so this is how it feels like to have a cock"), Diana spoke to the groaning girl. "Mich! Mich! I'm sorry... can't think of anything else..." With that, she took the free end of the tube hanging out of her and shoved it into Michiko's open sex. Michi's eyes widened. "Ooooooh! D... Di... what are...mmm... you..?" she gasped as the tube slid into her well lubricated sheath. Diana noted the ease with which the tube slid into the girl's orifice, and removed her hand when it touched her lips. Diana felt a little queasy about touching another girl's private parts. Using her hips, she thrust forward to push the tube deeper into Michiko, just in case "they" had really gone that deep. Both girls grunted when the tube hit the respective ends of their sheaths. "Fuck," Diana thought as she felt warm, velvety soft flesh press up against her own vulva. "We're fucking each other!" But it seemed to be working as Michi's eyes suddenly became focused and she looked up at Diana from where she lay on the table. "Oh. Oh, thanks, Di," she gasped. "I thought... I thought I would die from... from..." "From ecstasy," Diana completed the sentence for her. "Yeah, I know. Look, we have to figure out what to do..." "I don't know what it was," the younger girl interrupted her. "It was a canister marked 'DABU1.I'. I picked it up and was bringing it to the spectrometer when I slipped. Then, I realized that it was eating into my suit... Do you think it could be some sort of... chemical?" "Hmm. Given Dr Lee was a bioengineer and not a chemist, that's not likely," Diana replied, trying to ignore the disconcerting feeling of another woman's pussy flush against her own. "Viruses and bacteria don't register on skin, and they don't work in groups so I don't think it's anything like that." "I... wait, I remember," said Michiko. The colour had returned to her face, and Diana had to admit that the girl was attractive, with her sharp features, almond eyes and a rosebud mouth. "I read some of his notes and he was really into nanotechnology." "Nanotech?" Diana frowned, trying not to look down... and failing. Michi was not only pretty, she was sexy too, with a toned, trim body that shone with the youth. Her breasts were a little large for her frame, but not as large as Diana's, and they sat over a really small waist, which flared into rather womanly hips. Hips to which Diana's own were now connected, by a tube that she could feel deep inside her. "Hmmm. Nanotech. Yeah, that would explain it," she continued, hoping the other girl would not notice that she had been looking at her. "He probably developed some nanobots and kept them in that canister you broke. Question is, what is the purpose of DABU1? And why is there a dot i? Is there another component around? Maybe we can... shit Mich, what the hell are you doing?" Contamination Ch. 01 While she was speaking, Michiko had suddenly wrapped her slender legs round Diana's waist, mashing their pussies together. Diana was surprised by the move, and even more by the loud squelching sound their privates made. Michi was paying attention alright, but even as she held Diana's gaze, Diana could feel her moving her pussy, pressing her vulva up against her own. "I... I can't... it's too... fuck, Di... it's starting to itch something fierce down there!" moaned Michi, and even Diana had to admit she was right. Her own pussy was beginning to tingle around the thick tube she had inserted into herself. "I... it... the tube... moving... is great..." Without really meaning to, Diana found herself moving her pubis too, rubbing her bare vulva up against the girl beneath her. The movement of the tube deep within her own sheath did seem to relieve some of the prickling she felt spreading upwards. Damn it. They had... no... choice. The... things inside her... were not relenting, although the way the tube was scraping at her vaginal walls and bumping against her cervix was... at least a distraction, if not a relief from the itching up deep between her thighs. "Ooooh... Di... ooooh... don't... don't... stop!" moaned Michiko as her eyes fluttered shut and her pubis rose upwards to meet Diana's. Somewhere inside her mind, Diana was screaming "STOP!" at herself, but she found herself unable to resist grinding her own groin downwards onto the girl beneath her. "Fuck... fuck... fu... ck!" The prickling inside had been replaced by deeper, stronger sensations within her nether regions too intense to ignore, and she found herself increasing her gyrations, in time with Michi's upward thrusts. At some point, the scientist in Diana wondered if the ultimate purpose of DABU1 was to drive people mad. This objective observation came to mind as both girls began grunting, the tube inside their bodies thrusting harder and faster against their wombs. By the time Diana came in a shuddering, screaming climax, the scientist had all but disappeared. She was dimly aware that there was an echoing scream that was possibly Michi's cries of pleasure, but she really couldn't tell because her own being was being deconstructed piece by piece as powerful waves of sensations washed over her trembling body. Diana wasn't sure just how long they had spent fucking each other but it seemed a significant amount of time had passed by the time she raised her head from the table beside Michi's neck. Apparently, her orgasms had been so powerful she had fainted onto the poor girl, who remained in a somewhat semi-conscious state. Putting her hands onto the table on either side of Michiko, she propped herself up, painfully aware that her still-erect nipples were still pressed up against the other girl's gently rising breasts. Michi moaned, her own nipples still hard as pebbles. "Oh shit," she said out loud as she heard the familiar whoosh of the door opening behind her. "Big fat hairy fucking shit." Contamination Ch. 02 Although she worked in a lab and would rightly be classified as a "geek", there was nothing slovenly about Diana Dee. She worked late, yes, but she did manage to squeeze in time for relaxation and exercise, so she had a body she wasn't ashamed of. She knew that men admired her breasts, but they equally desired her trim waist and flaring hips. Although most of the compliments she had received were about her most obvious assets, she felt her best feature was her ass, which was round, full and perky. It was that sexy backside that Diana was well aware was in full view of those who had just come into the lab. That, and the thick tube that was still deep inside her vagina, keeping her vulva open and exposed. Shit. The ultimate humiliation. Diana was aware of the kind of jokes the technicians and other male staff at the facility often made about her tits, but those would pale in comparison to what they would have to say now. She imagined they would be swapping stories about having seen the two women naked and fucking on the desk for years to come. She sighed as she wearily backed up off the table, trying her best to keep her ass cheeks clenched so the visitors would have less to see (and hence, say) about her condition. Diana hadn't turned to look at who had just come in, certain that whomever it was, she and Michiko were most certainly doomed. She winced as the tube slid out of Michi's pussy with a loud squelch and the other girl moaned softly. Her eyes were still closed, so she was spared the humiliation of facing the visitors to the lab completely nude. "Errmm... excuse me," Diana muttered and moved to her desk, her back still facing the visitors. She needed the time to think about what to say to them... and she had yet to remove the stupid tube stuck up between her thighs. She didn't think she had the guts to do so while the men watched, so she sidled up to her own desk and sat down, pushing her hips forward to facilitate removal. Carefully, she reached down between her thighs and pulled the tube out slowly, blushing as her sex gave up its intruder reluctantly, the liquid sounds making far too much noise in the suddenly quiet lab. She shivered involuntarily as she felt her own fluids sliding down her ass, past her anus and pooling onto the table below. Fuck. This is one huge mess. The tube removed from her satiated pussy, Diana heaved a huge sigh, slid off her table and finally turned her head to see who had stepped into the lab. Fucking shit. Big time fucking shit. This was game over. No time out, no OT. Her boss, Dr Alan Bird was standing there with a group of men. Four of the others she recognized as lab technicians, the fifth was obviously a visitor. All of them were looking at her with their mouths slightly agape, as if they were unable to believe what they were seeing. Their eyes then moved to the body of Michiko, still lying on the table and completely naked and oblivious to their stares, and back to her again. The tube, still slippery with their fluids, slipped from her fingers and dropped and rolled to middle of floor, and their eyes followed that too. "I... um... we... ah..." Diana stammered as the technicians began to grin. They were clearly relishing the scene before them. One of them leaned back to whisper something to the other three and they snickered amongst themselves. Diana was painfully aware that they could see the wet trails running down her inner thighs in the harsh light of the lab. "Dr. Dee. I have, uh, brought Dr. Armstrong here..." Alan Bird began. Bless him, he was trying to help her get over the awkwardness of the situation, but there was really little he could do. She was still stark naked, and if she turned round, they would be feasting their eyes on her breasts and bare pubes. Diana idly wondered if it would be considered a facetious move if she were to try to cover her bits with the pieces of paper on the desk. "H... Hello, Dr. Armstrong," she nodded towards the stranger. She had still not turned to face the six men, not least because she hadn't decided on her next course of action... and because she could feel herself blush. The heat was rising and spreading across her face and down her body. She was sure her back was red too. "Ah... I'm... sorry... I... we... erm..." She suddenly decided to take the bull by the horns and turned to face them, keeping a piece of paper strategically positioned over her pubis. There was no way she could have pretended nothing had happened after all... she was completely nude and they had come in just in time to see her lying on top of an equally naked Michiko. The piece of paper was just her token attempt at preserving the last shreds of her modesty; besides, she was still uncomfortable with the thought of the lab techs discussing her 'bald beaver'. Every man's eyes dropped to her sumptuous chest, and someone cleared his throat while another whistled softly. Her nipples tightened, partly because of the cool air blowing on her, and partly because of the combined gazes of the six men. Diana felt the heat increase across her face and down her body. "We... umm... we've been contaminated," she said matter-of-factly, trying to ignore the techs obviously ogling her boobs. Damn it, being nervous would make things worse, she thought to herself. She heard one of them whisper "Damn right they have, the fucking lesbians" and shot a dirty look at the man, but he was not cowed by her. She had to admit it was difficult being authoritative when you were naked, especially when the men you were trying to be cross with were only paying attention to your breasts. "Contaminated?" Alan looked surprised. "Dr Dee, should we be concerned?" Wait a minute. Weren't they supposed to be in lockdown? "Didn't you hear the alarm? How did you get in here?" she shot back, surprise emboldening her. She had to try really hard not to look down to check if Dr Lee's nanobots were beginning to do to the piece of paper what they did to her clothes. "Alarm? Oh that alarm. That was a test. Didn't you hear the message after..?" Alan was making a valiant effort to keep his eyes locked on hers, but failing rather miserably. His guest was making no pretense at all -- Diana thought he was looking rather hungrily at her chest and got a little angry. Anger, good. That was the way to go. Anger would help her cover up her embarrassment. And maybe... maybe one of the stupid fucking lechers would offer her something to cover herself. "Test? But she... but we... umm... there's been a breach in the containment room," she explained, still a little confused. "Mich... I mean, a canister was broken and when we heard the alarm, I thought... we thought..." Alan exclaimed and quickly turned to the large red button at eye level just behind him, beside the steel door they had just passed through. Without hesitation, he pressed the button, and the alarm sounded again. This time, Diana could hear the additional steel doors slamming down into the floor, locking everyone in. Shit. They were all in the shit. Once they were locked in, the wailing sound was muted enough to allow them to continue their conversation. Diana kept her distance from the men, partly because she wasn't sure what effect the nanobots would have on them and partly because she was still uncomfortable about being naked in front of them. "OK Diana, tell me what went down," said Alan, his brown eyes steadily holding hers. Dr Armstrong was now able to look at her without stealing any glances at her chest, although the damned techs were still ogling her boobs. Perhaps it was their scientific training, or perhaps it was the situation, that made the men focus on the problem at hand, and for that, Diana was glad. She wasn't sure that the nanobots inside her had been completely neutralized -- even now, she could feel tiny tickles deep within what felt like her womb. Had her earlier orgasms given the bots the opportunity to gain access to her inner sanctum? What would they do to her? What was their purpose, other than destroying the fibres of her clothes? At least, she now had two other scientists who could potentially offer viable solutions. She looked over at Michiko's prone body and decided to tell the truth. As much as she wanted to protect the girl, she could not provide the same details as Michi could, and the girl was still out like a light -- she still lay on her table, her legs draped over the sides, shiny pink vulva open and completely exposed to the leering gazes of the men. Diana shuddered as she noticed one of the men gazing intently at Michi's open pussy and licking his lips. He looked like he was about to pounce on the poor girl and rape her. Diana wasted no time in detailing what had occurred in the lab after Michi had come in with the holes in her contamination suit. She did not elaborate on the erotic nature of the nanobots' assaults on her breasts and privates, but concentrated on describing the attack in purely physical terms. "So why were you... uh... why did you..?" Dr Armstrong spoke up for the first time, surprising Diana. She looked at the tube he was pointing at, now lying on the floor between her legs, His voice was soft and low, and, she had to admit, quite sexy. She hesitated before replying, because she suddenly felt some liquid seeping from deep inside. What was wrong with her? How was it that she would be aroused by a man she had only just met? This was nothing at all like her... what had the bots done to her? "Umm... I... we... it was agonizing... like being... umm... pricked all over," she replied, blushing as she remembered how she had shoved the tube into her vagina and then mounted Michi. The memory made her feel more... squishy inside, and she could feel more fluids sliding down her sheath. Shit, getting horny in front of all these men was not the way to go. She pointed at the tube, still gleaming accusingly at her. "It... uh... was the only... umm... thing I could think of..." "...when she got horny so she fucked herself and Ms. Fujita on it," whispered the smarmy lab tech, who smirked when she shot another dirty look at him. "What was it that she broke, Dr. Dee?" enquired Alan. His brown eyes showed concern and she felt more liquid sliding out. Shit, the things had turned her into a veritable slut. Not that she hadn't thought Dr. Bird attractive... although Michi had tried to broach the subject with her and she had denied any interest, she had had to admit to herself that he was damned good looking. Good looking enough to make her vagina tingle. Shit. Still, Diana was grateful to him for being such a gentleman and trying to help her. "She said it was a canister marked DABU1 or something like that. We don't know what its purpose was..." "I know," Dr. Armstrong interrupted her. "Dr. Lee was a very close friend of mine. I knew what he was working on. You do know that he was really upset when his wife left him, right?" Diana nodded. Dr. Stan Lee's devotion to his wife was well-known in scientific circles. He was famous for abruptly ending his meetings and even speeches at conferences at the behest of his wife. At the time, Diana thought he was slightly insane. "Well, it's a little more complicated than that," continued Dr. Armstrong. "Here, look at these photos." He stepped forward and handed her two photographs. Diana let the paper covering her groin drop, ignoring the sniggers of the lab techs when they saw her hairless pubis. Let them get their jollies from looking at her bare pussy. She didn't care. They were all stuck in the lab and besides, she couldn't be sure the bots would make the same short work of any clothing or covering she could find. She might as well get used to being naked in front of them until they figured out a solution. Or rather, Diana didn't care. Her pussy did though. It salivated as they gazed upon it. As their eyes alighted on her nether flesh, she could feel more liquid drip from her labia onto her inner thigh, and slowly ooze its way downwards. Diana frowned as she tried to focus onto the photos in her hand. The first photograph was of a pretty young woman in a swimsuit. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, and she was wearing a bright orange one-piece swimsuit and smiling at the camera. She appeared to be in some sort of lab. The next photograph was of the same woman, this time in what could be best described as a micro-bikini. Her belly and much of her lower breasts were exposed and the tiny orange triangles just barely covered her nipples and groin. Diana was shocked to see a small tuft of her pubic hair sticking out of the top of her bikini bottom. "That's the same girl in the same suit, by the way," Dr. Armstrong continued dryly. "She volunteered to test out DABU1 dot I despite Dr. Lee's objections. She was a student in his class. Very bright girl, straight As student, a dead certainty to graduate valedictorian before the experiment. Last I heard, she was doing some animal shows in Mexico." "What... what happened?" Diana could not take her eyes off the pretty girl. She was blonde and had long, straight hair right to her waist. She looked like a typical young and earnest student. She realized that the girl was wearing a bikini made of practically the same material in the second photo, and Diana could see her hardened nipples and deep pubic cleft through the orange material. The other difference in the second photo was that the girl looked... lasciviously at the camera. Her right hand was grasping at a shoulder strap, as if she was getting ready to pull it down. "DABU1. Here, read this backwards and slowly. Pronounce the last three letters as a single word," said Dr. Armstrong, handing her a piece of paper with DABU1.I on it. "I... dot... one... U... Bad. I... want you... shit!" said Diana as she realized what its name meant. Dr. Lee had been working on some sort of aphrodisiac. "Yes, you're quite right," said Dr. Armstrong. "It's been said there's no such thing, but Dr. Lee developed an aphrodisiac. A working one too." "The effect on women is quite powerful, as I'm sure you'll be able to attest to," he continued as Diana looked up at him. Her pussy was beginning to itch once more. Worse, she could feel the prickling begin at her anus. Her vaginal fluids must have carried some of the bots to her asshole when she pulled the tube out just now. Fuck. Her asshole was itching something fierce and worse... the prickling feeling was reaching inside, into her forbidden hole. God help her. They were going into her butt! "The thing was, he didn't know just how powerful DABU1 was. Just moments after this photo was taken, Jennifer -- that's the girl there -- was completely naked and she jumped right on top of him and well, let's say she made short work of his clothes and wrestled him onto the ground. "Stan told me he could do little to resist the girl, she seemed possessed by superhuman strength. She had him flat on the floor, straddled him and began riding him like she was riding in the rodeo. He was completely unprepared for this turn of events, and worse was to follow -- Mrs. Lee walked in just as he came into Jenny, who was screaming the lab down. "He told me his wife didn't say a word when she saw them. She just looked at him lying there, his pants around his ankles, and said one word: Goodbye. Then she turned and walked out of there." Diana stayed silent, clenching her buttocks in an attempt to slow down or stop the bots from trespassing further into her behind. She had to concentrate to listen to Dr. Armstrong, and ignore the disconcerting prickling spreading down from her womb. The tickling at her anus had intensified and she could feel 'them' probing upwards, deeper into her rectum. The fucking things were relentless. "He told me later that he found her in their bedroom, packing her bags. He tried to explain things to her, but she wouldn't listen. Jennifer was there too. She tried explain that it was an experiment gone awry, but Cynthia kept turning away, so Jennifer grabbed her arm... and that's when she got contaminated. "The thing was, Mrs. Lee wasn't affected right away. She had left the house by the time DABU1 took effect. She was stopped by some traffic police on a highway for driving erratically. And when they stopped her and realized she was naked, it was too late. She practically jumped them and fucked the two of them simultaneously." Diana shook her head, unable to believe what she was hearing. Was this to be her fate too, to become some slavering slut waiting to jump on unsuspecting men? The prickling in her buttocks continued. It felt like the bots were working together, like an obscene finger was erotically worming its way up her rectal passage. She could feel her anus pout as the bots tweaked her nerves back there, and she passed wind soundlessly as a result. Good thing she had gone to the toilet after lunch, or she would've taken a dump right there, in front of the men. "Dr. Lee was devastated, because she had until then been rather, shall we say, frigid. That was the entire purpose of DABU1, you see, to cure his wife of her frigidity. He couldn't accept that his wife had suddenly become a nymphomaniac who would fuck anybody she could find, man or woman. "Cynthia Lee had gone stark raving mad, you see, and Stan had a lot of explaining to do. To cut a long story short, the judge wouldn't listen to his version of events and she was locked away in an institution, while Stan worked on a cure. "I don't think many people know the whole story anyway, but the truth was that Stan was working on that cure when he was found dead in his lab last year. The poor man was experimenting on himself, injecting himself with bots to enhance the curative effects of his semen when something went horribly wrong and he died from excessive orgasms." Diana gasped in horror. The poor man. He must have felt terribly guilty for what he had done. She realized that she was unconsciously rubbing her itching vagina and anus up against the edge of her table and stopped herself. This was getting too intense. "I didn't know about all this because I was away on sabbatical," explained Dr. Armstrong. He really was very handsome, and Diana found herself wondering if he had a long and thick cock. "I only just got back two days ago and found the notes he had sent to me, for record purposes as well as to seek my opinion. That's when I got in touch with Dr. Bird about Dr. Lee's personal effects, which I'd found out had been sent to your lab. "In case you're wondering, by the way... there's no 'cure' for the nanobots he developed. What he did was programme them and build them to be very hardy, so even in cases where the woman host's orgasms were very intense, the bots would be shorted out by the electrical storms in her body for only a while." "So I... we... are screwed," she said gesturing towards herself and Michiko, who was finally beginning to stir. She was crossing her legs, trying to keep herself calm while the bots worked furiously on her all her sensitive parts. Diana had to bite back a gasp as her clitoris twitched and a minor tremor ran down her legs. Fuck, it was taking almost all her willpower to keep still and not try to rub herself up against the table. Or the men. "Yes, in literal as well as metaphorical sense," replied Dr. Armstrong, who took off his glasses and wiped them on his sleeve. "You haven't been infected by a dangerous bug that'll kill you, that's why the alarm didn't sound. But DABU1 does spread.... It spreads between women by direct contact, and only women appear to be affected by it. So far as we know. "Oh, and... this is where Dr. Lee thought he had his bases covered... the bots are deactivated for a longer period when seminal fluid is present. It was to be his... insurance. He was always a little worried his wife would prefer the company of a woman." Contamination Ch. 02 "Fuck," said Diana out loud, not caring that the lab techs could hear her swear. "That means I... we need to... to..." "Yes, Dr. Dee, I'm afraid that's the case," said Dr. Armstrong, putting his glasses back on. He really was quite cute up close, and Diana could feel her body responding, the deep tickling in her womb and ass making her knees buckle slightly as the liquid gushed from her compromised sex. Shit. She would have to fuck just in order to stay sane. She suddenly realized that the lab techs were no longer looking at her. They were looking at Michi, who had gotten up off the table without saying a word. Before anyone could say or do anything, she saw Michi bend down balletically, giving the guys a clear view of her swollen and red gash, along with the tiny rosebud of her asshole above it. The guys' mouths had dropped open and no one was saying anything, not even the smart mouth. Michiko appeared to be scrabbling on the floor, trying to pick up something. Then she moaned and said loudly: "My pussy and my ass! Oh, the itching! Oh fuck! They're in my butthole as well!" Diana remembered how their combined fluids had splashed out of Michi's pussy when she withdrew the tube and blushed again. The memory was making her feel both guilty and even hornier. She saw Michi pick up what she was looking for, clamber back onto her desk, and get down on all fours. Before anyone could say or do anything else, Michiko plunged the discarded tube back into her body and began to pump it enthusiastically in and out of her swollen pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." she moaned, apparently oblivious to the presence of the six men in the room. "Fuck... it itches like fuck! My ass! I need it there! Fuck!" As she said that, Michiko withdrew the tube from her wetly protesting gash and jammed it into her quivering asshole. "Ahh... ahhh... that's it... ahh!" she groaned as she pumped it in and out, her anus clutching at the implement each time she drew it out, and swallowing it greedily as she thrust it in once more. In spite of herself, Diana could feel the heat rising from her groin, upwards to her breasts and neck. No, she realized, she wasn't blushing. She was getting hornier by the minute, and watching Michiko fuck herself wasn't helping. Then she realized that three of the techs had moved over towards Michiko. They had removed their suits and were holding on to their penises as they neared the table where Michi was moaning and shuddering in ecstasy. She opened her mouth to tell them to keep away from the naked girl, but remembered in time what Dr. Armstrong had said about semen and its effects on the bots. Diana shut her mouth and tried to ignore the smell of Michi's pussy and the men's musk as they lifted the girl. Damn it. This was getting out of hand. Diana thought she should do something to stop what was practically a gang rape, since Michi wasn't in a position to say 'no'... but she didn't have any viable alternative solution to offer. Hopefully, the men's semen would help alleviate Michi's condition. In the meantime, she had to contend with her own condition. The bots had penetrated deeper up her ass than anything had a right to go, and the tickling in her womb had spread down her sheath and reached her convulsing vulva and clitoris. Her breasts were acting up too, bobbing and wobbling as the bots there came to life. Dr. Armstrong wasn't helping either... he smelt... of man. A heady musk that made Diana a little giddy. "OH!" she shuddered as a small climax ripped across her pubis. "Oh! Dr. Armstr... Oh! Can you... could you..?" Over at Michiko's table, Diana saw one of the men lying down as the others positioned her atop his erection, then drive her downwards. Her loud sighs echoed off the walls as the thick prong disappeared into her body. "Quick... quick! My... ass... my ass!" she wailed as she slumped forward and reached back to pull her asscheeks apart, exposing her anus. It was twitching, almost like it was motioning to the men to come plunder it, which one of the techs did, plunging his cock right into the orifice without as much as a by your leave. She gasped at how suddenly and easily Michi's asshole had swallowed up the man's erection. How could she..? She felt her own ass twitching in response to what she was seeing and realized that she would have to endure the same, just to get some relief from the maddening itching inside her own orifices. "Dr. Armstrong?" she turned to look at him, and was surprised to see that he was naked, as was Dr. Bird and the remaining lab tech, the smart mouth. Shit. They were presumptuous alright. But they offered her the relief she sought, so she ought to be glad. Diana's pussy was certainly glad -- it was drooling copious amounts of lubricant onto the floor between her legs. "I'm... sorry, Diana," said Alan. "We can't think of any other way to do this." Gasping as another aftershock ripped through her body, Diana simply nodded her head and motioned for Dr. Armstrong to lie on her desk. "Um. I'm Kevin, by the way," said Dr. Armstrong. "It feels kind of strange to be doing this without introducing myself." "Just shut the fuck up and lie down," growled Diana as she grabbed him and threw him on the table. Her pussy was on fire now, her lips, her sheath, her womb... they were all itching with the prickling of the nanobots. "Ooooooooh! Fuuucccccckkkkkk!" she moaned as another orgasm hit. Kevin was lying down, his cock pointing right up at her hungry pussy. Diana looked down at the angry red knob of his glans and paused for a moment. Fucking someone she had only just met was a new experience for her. Then rush of fluid slid out from her vagina and coated his waiting cock, and she could wait no further. She simply sat down, sighing as her labia parted and swallowed up his prong into her depths. "Fuck, that's so good," she moaned as Kevin groaned. The feeling of hot cock sliding into her sex was a huge relief. She grunted as the tip of his prick hit the end of her sheath -- it felt like it was in her tummy, but she wasn't about to complain -- and rocked back, making sure she was completely impaled on it. Then Diana leaned forward, putting her heavy breasts within reach of his mouth. While he obediently began sucking on her nipples, she reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart, the way she had seen Michi do, and moaned, "Come here, Alan. I need your cock in my ass. It fucking itches like mad." The prickling inside her rectal passage seemed to have reached so far up her colon that Diana wasn't sure Alan was long enough to give her relief. Worse, he seemed to be hesitating, so she turned her head and barked at him: "What the fuck are you waiting for, a written invitation? Come on you prick, fuck me in the ass. As deep as you can!" His response was immediate and gratifying. Diana was glad to discover that Dr. Alan Bird had a long and hard cock, although its width gave her some initial discomfort. As his glans slipped between the globes of her ass and pressed into her waiting hole, she willed herself to relax back there. After all, anal was never her thing and this was the first time anything had passed into her backside. "Ohhh, fuck, that feels soooo good," she sighed as she felt her insides give way to the intruding prong. It did feel good too, to have something pressing apart the clinging walls of her rectum, rubbing against the itching flesh deep inside. As he sank deeper into her butt, Diana realized that she could feel a tension down below, between her impaled pussy and ass, and squirmed. She had always thought double penetration was a perverse act practised only by whores... she hadn't realized just how pleasurable it was to have both her nether holes filled by throbbing hot cocks. Alan grunted as he sank the remainder of his cock into her backside. Diana could feel his ball sac flush against her anus and wondered if he could feel Kevin's cock in her pussy. Then she realized that the itching in her lower orifices had lessened. It was working! She turned to look at Michi and saw that the men had worked out their rhythm between them, the man in her ass thrusting in as the one in her pussy pulled out of her gushing pussy. The girl was moaning, but at least she wasn't complaining loudly about the itching in her holes anymore. Was it also working for her? Not that Michiko was in a position to complain. While Diana had been getting her holes penetrated by the good doctors, the third lab tech had put his cock into Michi's mouth. Diana was surprised that the girl was enthusiastically giving him a blowjob. What was she doing? She didn't have to do that. The bots were not attacking her mouth. Then the man came into her mouth and his thick semen flowed out onto her breasts and Diana suddenly understood. Her own nipples and breast flesh were itching like mad despite the best efforts of Dr. Armstrong. She was suddenly confronted by a large cock, and looked up at its owner. Smart mouth smirked at her. "Here, DOCTOR, I'm here to help you," he smiled as he pressed his cock head against her lips. The thought both appalled and excited her. To service the lab tech, the idiot who had taken delight in her own humiliation... yet, he had a cock, and more importantly, he had the semen to help stop the maddening prickling at her breasts. Obediently, she opened her mouth and took him in. As the two doctors began to fuck her nether orifices with increasing enthusiasm, she began to suck on smart mouth's cock with as much gusto as she could. She could feel her own saliva drool from the corners of her mouth as the tech rammed his cock down her throat, as if he was determined to choke her with his prick. "I've... always... wanted to... fuck that... pretty mouth... DOCTOR Dee," he grunted as he pumped into her open throat. "Yes, suck that, you bitch." Diana could do no more than keep working her mouth and tongue on his prick as she felt the prickling at her breasts grow. She needed his come, on her breasts, right now. Fuck the lack of respect. The man has semen. She must... get it on her boobs, on her body. Fuck, the prickling was spreading. Come on, you pricks. Fuck me. Harder. Harder! Kevin was the first to come, ramming his handsome cock deep into her pussy before spurting his semen deep into her spasming cunt. Diana was coming at the same time, and when she felt the hot fluid splashing about and coating her insides, she came harder. Her clenching muscles must have triggered Alan's orgasm, because he started coming into her ass almost immediately after that. "Urrkk!" was all Diana could say as she felt his wildly jerking prick slam into her rectum, hosing her rear passage with what felt like an incredibly huge volume of semen. It felt like his fluid was shooting up deep into her belly, and she was glad to note that the tickling stopped immediately when the men started coming into her. In quick succession, smart mouth came into her throat too, almost cutting off her air. Despite coming so hard, Diana retained the presence of mind to pull away from him a little and open her mouth, so that his semen spilled onto her heaving breasts. As she did so, she reached one more peak, her pussy and asshole seeming to not want to relinquish the softening prongs within. "Fuck! Fuckkk!" she groaned as smart mouth's prick slipped from her mouth. Her clitoris seemed to have a life of its own, and for a moment, she wondered if Kevin's semen had failed to work on the bots down at her most sensitive spot. But as the sensations slowed, she realized it was merely her own body's reaction to being fucked. The bots were the ultimate aphrodisiac alright... they had turned Dr. Diana Dee into SuperSlut. No one said anything as the eight people in the locked down lab recovered from their physical exertions. Alan had collapsed onto Diana's back, but she did not complain about being in the middle of the 'sandwich'. It was oddly comforting in a way to feel the men who had saved her from the nanobots pressed up against her sweaty flesh. Alan was the first to move, pushing himself up and away from her back. She could feel their cooling seminal fluids slosh about deep inside her belly and womb as he did, and Diana winced as his prick slipped out of her ass with a slight 'pop'. Kevin's semi-hard cock was still inside her pussy, although his semen was also beginning to flow out of her satiated sex. This was... embarrassing. It had worked, but it was still embarrassing, nonetheless. What would she say to the men who had fucked her pussy, ass and mouth? Thank you? That seemed inappropriate. And there was also the fact that she remained naked, and was likely to remain so once the bots became active once more. What clothing could she put on, that would stay on her body? Diana raised herself off Dr. Armstrong's body, not bothering to cover her breasts from the still lascivious eyes of smart mouth and the other lab techs. Let them ogle as much as they wanted. She knew she would have to put up with being leered at and ogled until such time as they figured out what materials she and Michiko could use in their clothing, that wouldn't disintegrate because of Dr. Lee's DABU1.I bots on their skin. To her right, Michi coughed. Diana looked at her as she raised herself off Dr. Armstrong's cock, ignoring the slippery wash of cool semen that flooded out from her gash. Her upper body gleamed as semen dripped from her nipples. She looked sheepish. "Um, Di?" said Michiko as she moved towards her. Diana noticed that her pussy was no longer as inflamed as it looked earlier. She also noted that her pubic hair had all but disappeared, making the girl's cleft all the more conspicuous. Down the insides of Michi's thighs, copious amounts of fluid were pouring out of her nether orifices . No wonder the techs looked so exhausted. "I'm... sorry. I'm sorry I got you into this mess." Diana nodded her acceptance of the other girl's apology. She didn't say a word as she moved aside to let the men get back to their discarded clothing. There was no need for all of them to be naked, especially when the decontamination team came through the doors. Fuck. The careers of both girls were pretty much over. They certainly wouldn't be much help in research in their current condition. She wondered if she and Michiko would end up becoming research subjects, being probed and tested in labs as the scientists determined what should be done. Fuck. "Shit!" exclaimed Dr. Bird, and Diana turned, surprised to hear the profanity uttered by the usually urbane man. As her eyes alighted on him, she understood why... holes were clearly appearing on his clothing. Apparently, there was still a lot they had to find out about Dr. Stan Lee's DABU1.I. Much more.