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Fevered

By: d4rk4ngel



Throwing her against the wall, he crashed into her, anchoring her arms over her head with one of his forearms, leaning against her with all of his weight. He felt her struggle with something between amusement and frustration. It pissed him off to know that she would dare fight something they both wanted this bad. Something their flesh NEEDED so deeply. But fight she did, and she fought hard, almost as though she meant it. He pulled back to look into her eyes, to see if there was fear or loathing or hatred in her eyes. There was not. Heat. God, such heat. Playing his fingertips along the sides of her chest, then letting his nails bite slightly at her hip, pulling her against him. "This... this is exactly where you belong" slipping his hand around to the small of her back, moving the other to the back of her knee, bending it so she would have no doubt of his intention, "and this is what you need." He moved his hips just slightly, just barely nudging her with his cock. 

The hand under her knee traced the length of muscle in her thigh, pushing her skirt higher as it went, his fingertips grazing the very edge of her panties. "And this is where the game ends." She glared at him through her eyelashes, nearly daring him to take one more liberty. He laughed at that, at her fucking audacity. "You might fight this, angel. You might tell yourself this isn't what you want, or need, or crave, but your body tells your secrets." He slid one finger past the edge of her panties, dipping it just inside, mumbling in barely intelligible gasps, "So hot, wet. Christ, angel, you can't lie to me." She bit her lip, closing her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wall. And still the struggle. She fought against him, his hand, herself. 

Dragging his hand from her body to his belt, he held her gaze. And when her eyes drifted shut, he took her chin in his hand and growled at her, "Look at me, damn it. I will not let you shut me out, you fucking look at me." Half defiantly, she met his gaze. In hers there was a mixture of independence, confusion, and what he most sought, longing. His possession of her would be hard won, but complete. He tore his belt loose then shoved his pants down with his one free hand, moving then to slide her panties off one leg at a time, throwing them carelessly aside. Bracing her solidly against the wall, both hips bracketed in his hands, he met her gaze again. "Tell me", he whispered. "Tell me you need me." She laughed then, a forced laugh that sounded fake to his ears.

"Fuck you" she shot back.

Reaching around, twisting his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, he pulled her head back slightly, exposing her throat and causing a slight twinge of pain. "Tell. Me."

Gasping, she shook her head, eyes glazing, breath rasping. "Not on your life", she managed. 

Twisting her hair more tightly in his hand, gripping her hips so tightly with the other that his nails left small moon shaped indentions in her flesh, he leaned in to her, finding the tender spot where shoulder met neck and nibbled there. "Tell me" he whispered more urgently.

Something between a sigh and a whimper passed her lips as she struggled to remember all the reasons she fought him. "No..." It was almost a question. "Yes" he whispered. "You. Need. This." With each pause, he rocked his hips against hers, nudging her heat with his own. Damn it, she wanted him, needed him. Why the hell did she keep fighting him? He was offering to help her let go, to let someone else hold her up, help her stand for just a little while, why would she not take what little comfort he could offer?

"God," she sighed. "It's not supposed to be this way." Whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. But he didn't have to hear it. His heart had been screaming the same thing.

"Give in to me, angel."

"Yes." That, on a gasp. His. Finally. He slid inside, not slowly, but forcefully, completely. "Yes," she moaned again. "God yes." He dropped his hand from her hair, wrapping her entirely in his embrace, rocking against her hard, moving inside her deeply, completely. 

"Yes," he murmured against her hair. "Yes."

Slamming home again, he felt her nails tear into his skin, her teeth sink into his shoulder and he gave more of himself. Whatever noises slipped from her lips just pushed him further. Every sigh, gasp, moan, grunt only served to make him more frantic. It felt as though her body were clinging to him, pulling him deeper when he would slide out, clenching around him, holding him inside her. She held him so tightly within her, he could feel the exact moment of her surrender. Her arms, instead of pushing against him, wrapped around him. Her legs stopped fighting him and her already hot body became an inferno. She arched her back to take him deeper, a barely coherent, "please" slipping from her lips. He chuckled to himself. If she knew about that, she would deny it later. And he would remind her... often. It would gall her if she knew the way she opened for him, the way her body betrayed her. Her moist heat begging him to stay, to satisfy them both. Wrapping his hands around her shoulders, he slammed himself as deep as he could, watching her. Her eyes flew open in shock, almost pain, before drooping closed again, overrun with sensation. 

He pushed her higher, winding her as tightly as a spring, feeding her need for release. And when it came, it washed over both of them in waves, forcing gasps of air from her mouth, gripping him in a vice like grip. Murmuring, whispering, forcing comforting noises past his lips, hoping she would hear and understand, he pushed his own need back. He wanted to push her that high one more time, but this time, he would watch her shatter. Lowering his head to the hollow of her throat, licking and nibbling there, he slowed his movements within her until her breathing grew even again. Then he wrapped his arms around her and, lifting, carried her to the bed. As he lowered her, he followed closely behind, never losing contact. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, whimpering softly.

Laughing softly, he whispered, "Not yet, sweetheart. It's not over yet." That said, he moved himself slowly, carefully within, feeling her ripple around him, satisfied but still so hungry. 

Fevered Dreams



We met on the internet. I was lingering in a chat room, he came in, shy and quiet. I’ve been coming to this chat for right on 5 yrs now, and we had never met before. Never once have I been here and met anyone that has purely grasped my interest here. Sighing, I’d bout giving up hope on finding a person that I could sit here and share with. The day we met, I had been with an other briefly, the time we spent together was all too long for my comfort. Nevertheless, each time I would see him, I yearned to know more about him.

He’s very quiet, conservative; odd that I would have interest in someone as such… hell I’m an extrovert. Even then, the desire was still there. I tried many times to talk to him, he never said much. I don’t remember the day when I finally had to say a few words to him, and he finally spoke. However, I thought it was something that at least broke the ice. The time came when a guy I was with was past due for sweet partings. Therefore, I broke things off with him only to sit alone again. 

One day I get a message on my ICQ, of all people, it was the one person whom I had such an interest to get to know. We talked a few minutes; he invited me over to the chat he was in, and obliging I went. He was with another at the time, sorrowed but still hopeful. I came to stay there, talking and learning more and more about him. Pushing back the longing for him, and settling just to be friends. After a time, we had begun to flirt innocently, always gibing one another and had a lot of fun. Time passed, and I had been drinking that night. I felt a bit full of myself at the time and very flirtatious. 

As usual when he came online, he jotted a note to say hello, ragged me bout things, and flirted. It was like “My word!” opportunity knocked. I laughed to myself and was thinking awful wickedly with the amount of liquor in me. As normal we were passing flirtatious remarks to one another, and ended up going a bit further than I could imagine. As I recall my teeth were on his zipper, laughing and I looked up to him and told him to ask me to stop. There was a long hesitation before he asks me to stop, but I was happy and frustrated all the same. 

Time went on and we talked more and more, and begun to see each other in his private chat. We never once whispered to each other in public, it just seemed a bit much for me. As I respected that he had another. One night he did whisper to me and tell me that he wanted to be with me. Lord knows how I wanted to be with him, my feelings over the month had grown so strong for him. He and his girlfriend had a big fight over some other misunderstanding and they broke up a week after he had asked me to stay with him that night in his chat. We ended up together, and have been for many months now. 

It’s been several months now since that first chance meeting, now I cannot help myself but to think of him constantly. We chat on the net nightly, even though we are far away and both with real life obligations. Nevertheless, for me, he’s become my obsession. I know most of you would think that silly, but I also know that many can understand how that feels as well. Thus, begins my dreams. 

* Chapter 2 *

My dream was fevered with such intense emotions, the night was humid, a light sweat glistened upon my skin, as my body writhed along the cool satin sheets. So vivid, is this dream that I can feel you beside me. Such delicious thoughts fill my mind, that it is ablaze with what I want so much to share with you. Soft are your kisses, each one melting me to the core, each one causes a burning sensation as your lips touch mine. The heat of your tongue burns like a liquid fire against my skin, causing me to shiver with delight. As I open my mouth my tongue inviting yours in, begging to taste your tongue, letting them dance along side one another touching and feeling. 

My hands begin to slip down my body. Stopping to tweak and roll my nipples between my fingers and thumb. Rousing an intense response inside me. My right hand glides down my belly, down and over my mound, and then pulling my finger slow up my slit, the hot-searing passion building with each pass of my hand. Dipping and delving my fingers inside myself. Waiting to explode with each gasp and moan. Sucking my breath in hard between my teeth, my moans hissing soft like the fires of a volcano coming from deep within.

Your hands begin caressing me with a soft and gentle touch; I become feverishly hot and flushed as our torrid passions become aflame. My back arching higher and higher as my hips buck and grind. My mind is so charge with emotions they alight my body in response to your touch. My nipples standing firm, arising from the mark of my arousal. The warmth of your body causing such wonderful sensations to shoot and course though out my body. Your body rubs up and down against my own. Your hands and mouth driving me to such intense pleasures, as I’ve not felt in so long. 

I feel the weight of your body pressing lightly atop mine, your hardness bearing down onto me encouraging me to envelope you with my wetness. With a slow insistent push, that urges of us both... you begin pushing down into me. My body now lustful, my fingers still toy and tease my clit, pushing upward with my hips as you enter me deeply. Stopping once my wetness surrounds you, you stop there. 

Kissing my neck, and working your way to my lips our fervent and passionate kisses press together, alighting a fire between us. Your lips searing mine, the vibrant fire burning as I squirm beneath you. Your hips withdraw, pulling you from me as my hips lift higher, pulling out just to the very tip and then you plunge back into me...

Our rhythms steady pace as our bodies glide in harmony with one another. Your pace quickens then subsides as you tease me, smiling as I beg you for more... Changing and plunging deep and hard inside me to a soft gentle glide. My hands run up and down the length of your chest, feeling the muscles ripple and tighten beneath my fingertips. You’re teasing unmerciful as my ragged breath gasps for air to fill my aching lungs…. Low purrrrrrrrssss escaping my lips moaning and loving the way you drive my body to these fiery needs. The sweat clings to our bodies, as we change positions to suit our desires.

Your hands cling to my hips as you thrust inward, pushing in hard as my muscles tighten to grip you hard. My hips rocking hard into you as you pound me relentlessly, our moans growing louder with each thrust. The urgency becoming stronger. Our breathing ragged and hot as our climax rise’s ever higher; my body stiffens as I cry out, feeling my release coming all too soon, gasping and moaning loud. You growl low, intense, and then I feel you pouring into me, hot like molten lava, boiling deep within. Our bodies spent we lie next to one another cuddling and kissing away the night…holding each other in a warm embrace. Our hearts slowing back to their normal paces.

I awaken suddenly, with a rapid jolt I find myself sitting in an upright position; fevered with desires for you, sighing as I realize that it was all a dream. Wanting now only to feel you near me. I’m a washed with the intensity and emotion of my dream; I drop again into a fevered and fitful slumber wanting only to feel your sultry touch on my skin once again. 

The dawn comes all too quickly as I awaken to the songs of the birds in my window. I lay in bed thinking of this vivid dream of you that haunts me, haunts my dreams. Are you my dream lover? To be loved and felt in the primes of passions untold as I lay sleeping? So many questions weigh heavily upon my mind. Unconsciously I lower my hands from behind my head...touching my body thinking of how you brought me to such a fevered pitch. 

Oh how I would love to find you and bring these strong passions to reality. I want so much for my fingertips to touch you. I would love to touch them just over your body, grazing across your skin. Every part of you I want so much to feel, the heat from your body rising beneath the palms of my hands. I think of how you brought delicious shivers to my body, making the hairs raise upon my skin. 

I shake my head waking myself from this haunting dream, as it still haunts me now…as I lay awake. I sit up and decide to start my day. Crawling from my bed, my feet hit the floor sending a quick chill through me. I hate the winter, the cold, wet and rainy days… It chills me to bone. Looking down and slipping my feet into my slippers, I grab my big warm sweater, heading for the kitchen to begin my day. 

Coffee first, I don’t know what I would do with out that, and then it’s off to the bathroom. Feed all the animals, and then make my coffee and settle down to check my emails from the night before. Walking with my coffee in hand, I settle down in my chair facing the computer and lighting up a cigarette. “Bloody Hell, it’s cold!” I think to myself as I hear the whine of the fans on my computer. 

Opening my email, I sit back, hugging my cup close as I inhale in the aroma of the coffee. As I begin to skim over and read the emails, I growl low at the amount of junk mail. The jokes I place aside, to read at a time when I can enjoy a good laugh. Getting up and turning on the heat to take the chill out of this morning air, I walk back and sit down again. I begin a vigilant wait in hopes to see him before he goes to work. 



Fevered Reunion



He was to meet me at the airport. It was difficult to believe that the fated day had finally arrived. The wait had seemed endless at times, when in fact, it had only been seven years, seven excruciatingly lonely years that is. I had left to find myself, or so I thought. Instead, I had found much pain and disappointment, fear and rejection. The city was really no place for a naïve, young woman such as myself. I missed the warmth and compassion I had felt in his arms. I craved the love and security he had offered so long ago. He had said once that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I had said he was my destiny.

The sound of my name being called jolted me out of my protective world of fantasy. I looked up to find him briskly making his way towards me through the crowd. Curly, blond locks bobbed in and out of focus. Reality suddenly smacked me soberly in the face. Icy tendrils of fear gripped my lower spine and I found myself bolting, running the other way. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and the pounding of my heart sounded like thunder to my ears. I was enveloped in a cloud of terror. 

“What am I doing?” I asked myself. This was absolutely insane! I would book the next flight back and push all memories of him out of my mind forever. He could never really be mine. We would only succeed in torturing ourselves with this impossible charade. 

Breathlessly I found my way to the information counter. Just as I opened my mouth to ask the time of the next flight, I felt his steely arms grip my shoulders and spin me around. “There you are dear,” he exclaimed through clenched teeth. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” “We’ve never been here before,” he announced to the surprised woman behind the counter. “It sure is easy to get lost, isn’t it?” he asked her. 

“Yes,” she responded smiling, somewhat amused, “yes, it certainly is.” 

“No,” I wanted to scream. “No! Please let me go,” but I could find no voice with which to speak. Relieving me of my suitcase, he held my hand firmly in his, and led me out of the safety of the airport and into the parking lot. Effortlessly hailing a cab, he pulled the back door open and gently guided me inside. Tears clouded my vision as I gazed out of the window with blinded eyes. I had no idea where he was taking me. I felt his eyes examining my trembling form. He said nothing.

Almost as if in a dream, I found myself being led out of the cab and into a hotel. I merely stood by drunkenly taking in the surroundings as he booked a room and retrieved the key. I wouldn’t look into his eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to peer into those magnetic pools of blue, as I knew there would be no turning back…not now…not ever. Endless minutes passed and finally we arrived at the room door. He guided me inside. Hurling my purse at the dresser I collapsed onto the bed. My body was racked with uncontrollable sobs. Lying down beside me he gently caressed my back. 

“Don’t worry,” he crooned as he smoothed back my hair, “I’m not going to hurt you little one. Everything will be ok. Trust me. I only want to make you feel good. Please let me love you.”

Tenderly turning my body to face him, he cupped my face in his muscular hands and kissed away my tears. His burning lips found their way to mine, and I felt my body responding like a traitor as I surrendered to his kisses. How could I have even imagined fleeing from this beautiful man? I wanted him with every fiber of my being. I would enjoy my time with him, however limited that may be. Tearing his lips away from mine he searched my tear stained eyes. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “Do you love me?” 

“Yes,” I moaned. “I always have.” 

“ I want you,” he groaned. “Do you want me?” 

“Yes,” I groaned. “I always have.” 

“Undress for me,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “You are so beautiful. I need to see you…all of you.”  

Tremors of excitement cursed through my limbs. My mouth was dry. My tongue was heavy. I tried to swallow. I could but only nod.   

Together we moved from the bed to stand in the center of the room. One by one I undid the restrictive buttons of my silk blouse until the flimsy material slid over my shoulders and dropped to the floor. Trembling, I removed my lacy black bra and let it fall to the floor to join my discarded blouse. My full breasts spilled forward. My nipples stood erect, puckered and taught with excitement. 

I glanced up to find him slowly moistening his parted lips with his wet and slippery tongue. Deftly he tossed his shirt to one side. His jeans quickly followed suit. Slowly I bent to unfasten my form fitting skirt, letting it fall to my ankles, leaving me in my now very damp silk panties and sheer black leggings. My face was flushed. My skin was tingling. My knees were growing weak. I straightened to look at him. He was standing so still, gazing at me, his eyes clouded over with desire. He had discarded every article of his clothing and his cock stood fully erect. I could not tear my eyes away. He was magnificent looking. A light blush colored my cheeks. A soft moan escaped my throat, barely audible, and yet he heard it. 

He began to move towards me as my hands found the waistband of my panties. His hands reached out to mine and pushed them aside. Slowly, teasingly, he stripped away the wispy barrier separating him from my aching, wet pussy. Standing, he grasped my shoulders and buried his face in the curve of my neck. Sighing, I reached out and pulled him that much closer to me. His lips now wreaking havoc with the sensitive flesh of my throat, his throbbing sex resting against my lower abdomen, my hands exploring his muscular back and clenched buttocks. 

His warm and gentle lips found my earlobes and I clutched him tightly. I pressed my breasts against his body and I buried my face in his sweet smelling hair as wave after wave of heat washed over my body. His hands blazed a trail of fire down to my heaving breasts as he continued to feast on my lobes. Gently rolling my engorged nipples between his skilled fingers, tremors of anticipation cursed through my body. I needed to feel his lips on my fiery flesh. 

“Please,” I begged. “Oh please.” 

“Please what baby?” he asked seductively. “What do you want?” 

“You,” I said breathlessly. 

“And?” he asked as he continued to devour my earlobes. 

“Your mouth,” I moaned. 

“And?” 

“Your lips,” 

“And?” 

“Your tongue” 

“And?” 

“On my nipples!” I exclaimed in exasperation. “I can’t wait any longer,” I gasped. “Don’t make me wait baby,” I pleaded. “Please don’t make me wait…”

Taking my hand in his he led me to a chair in the far corner of the room. He then guided me to sit on his lap, facing him, my thighs on either side of his, his throbbing member nestled between the folds of my labia. Reaching out to grasp the strong lines of his jaw, I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him passionately. Our tongues entwined in a dance of love. My pelvis moved in a slow circular motion, desperately trying to bring him closer to me, inside of me. Pulling his lips away from mine, he bent his head to taste one, then the other of my hardened nipples as I continued to rock my pelvis against his. 

“Ooohhh…” I groaned. His tongue, hot and wet, traced lazy circles around and around my areola. His hands gripped my quivering thighs to keep my body still. I heard myself whimpering, crying out his name, over and over. I took one of his hands in mine and guided it down to my lower abdomen. Covering his hand with mine I firmly moved it back and forth over the sensitive flesh of my mound. Rising up on my knees I gently pried open the swollen lips of my pussy. The sheer leggings, still clinging to my thighs, were now wet with perspiration and the juices which had begun to flow freely from my pussy. Gazing hungrily into his smoldering eyes, I silently begged him to grant my release.

“Oh,” he whispered, as he reached down to stroke my slit with his long, tapered fingers. “My baby is so sooooo wet,” he crooned as he slowly inserted his middle finger into my hungry little hole. He added another finger and began to pump me slowly, fucking me with his fingers, giving me just a taste of what was yet to come. Intense waves of heat enveloped my lower body. My eyes squeezed shut and my head fell back. My hands encircled his wrist, as I forced his fingers in to the hilt. 

“You are so hot,” he whispered, as my pelvis bucked against his hand and my breathing began to come in short, quick gasps. I could feel the pressure of my orgasm building, threatening to erupt and wash over my body. He removed his hand just as I was about to explode. I felt dazed and confused. My head was reeling. My pussy was screaming in protest. 

“Why?” I implored as I gasped for breath. 

Clutching my hips with the steely grip of his hands, he impaled me fiercely with his magnificent cock. I heard myself scream as the head of his cock hit the wall of my cervix. I threw my hands around his neck, sinking my nails into the flesh of his back. I moved my body in time with his, sometimes excruciatingly slow, sometimes agonizingly swift, his cock head grazing the base of my womb. I growled as I bounced vigorously up and down on his sex. I could feel myself beginning to cum. He sensed my need for release. He edged me over. 

“That’s it,” he snarled. “Move that juicy little cunt of yours baby...ooohhhh…is my little girl cuming?” he asked, as I squeezed my eyes tight and began to howl, waves of heat and pleasure erupting from within my pelvis and flooding my entire body. 

“Yes,” I shouted, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” 

I could feel the sudden warmth and wetness of my juices, flowing from the depths of my pussy, just as his body stiffened and began to shake. His face contorted, his eyes squeezed shut, and deep guttural sounds were coming from his throat. He gave one final thrust and shot his creamy load deep inside of me, our combined juices now soaking our sweat covered bodies. He cradled me lovingly in his arms, as his spent member continued to twitch inside of me.

Gently, carefully, I disengaged myself from his firm grasp and knelt before him. Lowering my face to his groin, I inhaled his musky scent and tentatively touched his pulsating cock head with the tip of my tongue. My hands caressed his burgeoning testicles as I gently took him inside of my mouth. His cock, soft and warm, slowly grew hard again as I allowed my tongue, slippery and wet, to move up and down the length of his shaft. I sucked him hungrily, excited by the taste of my own juices on his flesh. He groaned softly as his hands encircled my head to guide my movements. 

I heard his breathing become labored and ragged as my head bobbed up and down. I felt his body tense yet again. His moans and groans coaxed me on as I tightened my throat muscles and continued to devour him, feasting ravenously on his fiery flesh. With a deep and sudden growl, he shot his creamy load down my throat, clutching my head tightly in his hands as he did so. Thirstily I dined on his nourishing fluids, running my tongue up and down his shaft, not missing a single drop of his delicious cum. Releasing him, exhausted, I rested my head in his lap. Gently he caressed my face. Lovingly I held his hands in mine. 

Endless minutes of peacefully basking in the after glow passed and we rose together to move towards the bed. We sat facing one another, my back supported by the headrest, drinking in the beauty of our glistening, nude bodies. Gently prying my thighs apart, he rested his face against my now very tender pussy. Sensing the rawness of my flesh, he moved slowly, deliberately kissing away my soreness. My fingers entwined themselves in his dampened hair. I gazed down at him, reveling in the sight of him suckling my clitoris, burrowing his tongue deep inside of my being, drunk on our nectar. 

“Please don’t let this ever end,” I thought to myself...all thoughts of tomorrow a thing of the past as he brought me to yet another earth shattering orgasm...



Feverish



PROLOGUE 

*Day 212 17:00 hours*

Dr Phelps finished interviewing Subject One and signalled to the guard that he could be returned to his cell.

Jim Nine Pines, the security man, led the shackled man, named Temple, from the treatment room and to one of the large elevators. Their destination was Secure Sublevel Ten, the furthest from daylight.

He waved at Trent at Secure Five, who waved back.

Nine Pines chained his prisoner to the metal bar installed for the purpose and as the door closed he watched Dr Phelps head to another elevator.

He knew that the mature lady, the complex's chief psychologist, was heading upwards to attend a meeting of all senior staff.

He passed the time of the journey down wondering if the higher ups would be talking about what had got Tanner so excited. Still, nothing to do with him, he supposed.

The door opened soundlessly and Pearce, the guard posted on SS10 nodded to the bulky Native American.

Temple and his shadow proceeded down the well-lit corridor passed unoccupied cells and observation rooms.

Currently the whole base only had two inmates in residence, the other named Marcus and Nine Pines was looking forward to the day when all of the twenty cells had residents again. It was just too quiet and boring.

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Dr Phelps exited her ride at Level 11/-1, the connecting floor between the ten Habitat Sublevels and the ten below.

The only feature on this level was the 'airlock' as Trekkie Lewis had nicknamed it.

On either side of the thick bombproof partition sat guards in their stations. Only if both guards opened the doors could one gain entry to the Habitat levels.

Dr Phelps didn't know either of the men's names because she didn't care to know. So long as they performed their jobs and kept her safe, that was what mattered. 

It was only when she was half way through that she noticed the younger woman in the far post and smiled.

The serious looking redhead was Hannah Ryder, responsible for the facility's security. Dr Phelps liked her.

"Hello, Doctor. On your way up?" She called cheerfully.

Phelps nodded and Hannah fell in beside her.

The two women strode towards the Habitat elevators in companionable silence.

"Computer, Dr Ryder's current location?" Hannah asked the central computer.

Dr Phelps rolled her eyes, but it was only in jest. She knew that the base's medical doctor, and Hannah's husband, was habitually late for meetings.

"Dr Ryder is in your quarters."

"At least it's not sick bay." Hannah joked with Phelps.

"Any idea why Tanner summoned us? It had better be good or Schroeder will eat him alive."

Hannah shrugged and thought about Lewis Tanner. He was the youngest of the senior staff and the most nervous. It must have taken some courage to call for a meeting. 

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Dr Phelps and Hannah entered the conference room on HS1, and saw that everyone was present.

Hannah slipped into the seat Russell had saved for her. She risked giving his knee a squeeze. 

"Thank you for coming. On table in front of you is a report." Lewis said, woodenly, bright red already. "It outlines what I've found with the new scanner that HQ sent last week.... an entirely new phenomena! It's neither chemical, energy or radiation but has characteristics of all three!"

Lewis looked as if he was going to start bouncing around the room.

"It's localised to Sixville?" Dr Ryder asked, puzzled. He scanned the charted data carefully.

Lewis nodded.

"Mr Tanner, I chose Sixville to base this facility because it is the epitome of 'ordinariness'. I find it hard to believe that you have stumbled across a feature missed by everyone else." Dr Ava Schroeder sneered down her nose at the young man.

"I didn't stumble..." Lewis mumbled, dreading the fact that things had turned against him.

"Mr Tanner, atmospherics are not your field of expertise. So tell me, why are you using this new equipment, which is not even intended for this purpose?"

Lewis opened and closed his mouth stupidly.

"Lewis, my team haven't had time to study the specs on the machine and check its calibrations yet. Maybe we should wait until then before we form any conclusions." Craig Lockhart, the chief technician, said, not unsympathetically.

"I think not. This base is subject to funding by Government sponsors and I have to account for every dime. I'm certainly not going to authorise expenditure of time and resources on a matter that falls outside of our scientific remit." Schroeder exclaimed forcefully.

Lewis turned to face each of his colleagues for back up.

"Could what you've found pose a hazard to the company personnel or the subjects?

Lewis smiled. Dr Ryder's question was a fair and responsible one.

"The levels I've found are fairly small but there's no telling what the threat of long-term exposure could be." He answered, wiggling his dark eyebrows to emphasize the point.

Dr Schroeder shook her head.

"There is no danger. Lewis is mistaken. Let's forget this meeting even took place." She said in her clipped Oxford educated British accent.

"Wait...!" Lewis cried, not wanting to be dismissed so easily.

"Dr Schroeder. We aren't qualified to assess Lewis' findings but the company has experts who are. There's no harm in passing this report to them, is there?" Dr Singh, the pharmacologist, interjected.

"Very well," Ava sighed. "Lewis, let me have all the data you have collected by tonight and I'll send it."

"Thank you." Lewis whispered.

"Any other matters to discuss, while we are here?"

"Well I was going to email everyone but since we're here... It's time for everyone to get his or her compulsory annual physicals. Can everyone pass that on to his or her staff?"

There was a murmur of assent before people began to file out of the room.

"Ella is cooking fajitas in the rec room if you guys want to join us?" Lockhart told the Ryders.

Russell looked at his wife for a decision.

"No. I have to prepare for the next prisoner transfer, but you can go." She told him.

"I'll head home too. Next time." Russell said amicably.

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Russell and his wife opened the door to their quarters.

B-dis, the company they worked for, had spared no expense. Their living space was well furnished and comfortable with a clean and simple design. Neutral rugs offset the pale wooden floors and muted lighting.

Hannah headed straight for her open plan office space.

"Aw, I thought you were kidding about having to work..." Russell protested.

"Russ, I have to get some documents to the Department of Justice by tomorrow. It's not like our 'guests' can just pop by..."

Russell shrugged and went to get changed, emerging a couple of minutes later to lounge on the sofa.

He watched as his wife typed, her curly hair falling across her face. He smiled as she bit her lip in concentration.

"This new guy, Ward, is a real bastard." Hannah called out, not turning to look at her husband.

Russell grunted his answer.

"When he wasn't being a respected lecturer he was raping girls in alleyways. They got him on twelve counts."

Russell got up and began to massage Hannah's shoulders; he knew what was coming.

"What we are doing here? Is it ethical, do you think?" 

She'd asked the same thing several times before.

"Han. Dr Schroeder is a certified genius with doctorates in neurology, microbiology, psychology...we've got the Government's approval," Russell said, but she tightened slightly. "The convicts are relocated to our cushy cells where they don't have to face the prison population for a time. They're the winners here, really."

Hannah relaxed.

"And we get to understand the minds of these monsters...." She sighed.

"And maybe find ways of treating them." Russell finished her sentence.

"I know." She expelled a lungful of air. " I don't like it though."

Russell placed his arms round her shoulders and hugged her. He inhaled the sweet smell of her hair and temporarily lost himself.

"We're perfectly safe. You know we are: you designed all the security." He reassured her and Hannah reached up to stroke his handsome face.

++++++++++++++++++

FEVERISH

*Day 213 18: 09 Hours*

Dr Ryder faced the man in his sickbay. Despite the shackles and two guards his patient looked just like any urbane middle-aged, middle class white male.

Russell drew some blood calmly.

"Maggie, take this down to Dr Goode for me." He said as he turned to his nurse. "And then you can head home for the night."

Maggie nodded her pretty head and walked briskly from the room.

Russell noted, with amusement, how the guards watched the sway of her ass. Ward, the prisoner, licked his lips. Russell stopped smiling. He felt a little protective towards the young woman and, not for the first time, wondered if this was a suitable place for her.

"We're all done here, Mr Ward." He said, turning to clear his instruments. "These two men will get you settled in below."

"Thank you, Doctor. I'm looking forward to my stay." He said as he was led out of the room.

Russell began to write up his notes.

+++++++++++++++++

*Day 213 19: 00 Hours*



Russell was just finishing up and preparing to leave when Dr Schroeder, the facility's director, entered.

"Hello, Dr Schroeder." He called to her from his desk. He had been a little surprised that she had not been present for the intake. She usually supervised all of the prisoners' arrivals.

"Russell. I'm here for my physical." She said, appearing a bit unsteady on her feet.

Russell stood up and considered his superior. She looked intoxicated and he was wary.

"It's late, Ava. Perhaps you can find time tomorrow?"

She ignored him and lay down on a bed.

"Have you been out?" Russell probed.

"The natives of Sixville are a friendly bunch, Russ. Have you met any?"

Russell shook his head and fiddled with his cuffs. Russ knew her history and was relieved, at least, that she had been drinking in company.

"I think you're a little drunk." He winced.

Ava Schroeder played deaf.

"My physical?" She inquired as she unbuttoned her blouse.

Russell couldn't help his eyes being drawn down to the pale silvery scar across her flat stomach, the result of a rape two years ago. The trial had been very public. It must have been very traumatic to face such scrutiny in front of all of the scientific community.

He was full of sympathy and decided to indulge her request, even if it was for appearance only.

Russell flashed his penlight into her blue eyes and took her blood pressure.

"Okay. Let's finish up another time." He said, glancing at his watch.

"You haven't listened to my heart." She sighed impatiently, bringing his hand up to her chest.

Russell looked down at his hand placed on his boss' black bra. There was no mistaking this for anything other than a drunken pass.

He pulled his hand away sharply.

"Ava..." He cautioned as she tried to focus on his face.

"Are you worried about Hannah? She doesn't have to know..."

Russell blinked. This is awkward, he thought to himself, sardonically.

He turned to a counter to collect his thoughts. How could he extract himself from this situation without causing offence?

"I won't ever tell..." Ava whispered, her breath on the back of his neck as her hands slipped into his pockets and began to rummage.

God, her clumsy groping was actually having an effect!

"Ava!" He exclaimed, taking hold of her forearms and lifting her hands from his pants.

He turned and brushed past her.

"We're both going to be very embarrassed about this in the morning." He warned.

"But we can both be very happy right now..." She giggled as she hitched up her hem to reveal a radiant thigh.

"Goodnight Ava." Russell said firmly as he took her arm and guided her to the door.

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*Day 213 19: 30 Hours*

"That fucking bitch!" Hannah yelled when Russell told her what had transpired. They shared everything with one another.

"Hannah. She was drunk and it was stupid." He said, trying to calm his wife.

"I think I should go and slap her, right now!"

Russell moved to intercept any movement towards the door. Hannah was prowling round the room, biting a fingernail.

"Be reasonable, please." He pleaded. "You know what she's been through."

"She's fucked up in the head. What kind of rape victim spends her life with rapists?!!"

Russell was surprised at the harshness of his wife's words.

"A very brave one...?" Russell suggested quietly.

"Why are you defending her?!!!" Hannah screamed, infuriated at Russell's even demeanour.

"Why are you so angry? Really?" He asked, sitting down. Somehow something so simple took all the wind out of his wife's sails. She sat down beside him.

"She's got that whole Teutonic blonde goddess thing happening..." Hannah moaned, looking miserable.

" Germanic ice maiden, with lots of baggage..." Russell joked.

Hannah laughed too.

"Han, every single woman on the planet could offer herself to me and I'd turn down every single one. There's only woman for me and that's you!"

"Really?" Hannah asked with puppy dog eyes.

"There's not a girl alive that could steal me away from you."

Hannah rested her head on his chest and doodled a hand over his shirt.

"Even Angelina?"

"Well, no... I'd jump in bed with Angelina in a heartbeat!" Russell grinned as Hannah landed a playful swipe on his chest.

"She likes things kinky, if you believe the stories...." Hannah said, feigning disinterest.

She pulled off Russell's glasses and folded them carefully. She placed them on the nearby table.

"What are you up to?" Russell asked, with a lopsided smile. He had a pretty good idea; they'd never had a heated discussion or row that hadn't turned into sex. It was one of the reasons why he considered himself one of the luckiest men alive.

Hannah stood up precariously on the sofa and gazed down at her man. She wobbled on one leg as she tugged down her panties.

"I'm gonna sit on your face."

Russell had no time to reply before Hannah's skirt closed over his head.

Ensconced in darkness Hannah's pussy became his whole world, a world of hot wet taste and scent.

Russell's tongue foraged through her folds and lapped up her juices.

Hannah groaned as Russell began in earnest. She clung to the wall, her fingernails digging into the soft pine.

"Oh....yeah..." She sighed as he brought his strong hands to her ass, gripping it to hold her in place.

"Ahhhh....eat me like that...." Hannah called down when she felt his long tongue curl and flex in her pussy. 

His muffled chuckle tickled as he rubbed his nose over her throbbing clit. She shuddered wildly. A hand left her ass and joined Russell on her hairy snatch, one then two digits dipping up into her.

Hannah's breasts squashed against the wall as she risked looking over her shoulder. She saw Russell's big thick cock outlined down his pant leg.

"You do... that...good, baby! Faster..." She moaned as he flicked a zigzag over her pussy lips. "You like me sitting on your face?" She queried, grinding down. 

Russell didn't answer verbally but he certainly used his mouth, breathing and sucking her throbbing button.

"Mmmmmmm" Hannah murmured, biting her lip.

Russell started to hum on her clitoris as his thumb traced a spiral down her pussy lips.

"I'm gonna...cum...if you...keep that up..." Hannah wailed and Russell sure wasn't going to stop.

Fronds of ecstasy roamed throughout her body, building steadily. She feared toppling off the chair as any control she had over her body was stripped away. There was nothing she could do except accept the pleasure rippling through every sinew of her flesh.


"Jesus...Jesus....Jesus....yes...." She shrieked as Russell lifted at the waist, holding hers and lifting her too.

".............." She swallowed down air as the orgasm subsided.

Russell dropped back to the seat, head still buried under her skirt. He was supplying gentle kisses to each of her thighs. She could have stayed that way forever but she wanted more.

Russell blinked as light returned as his wife jumped off.

She took up position in the middle of the room, flushed and beautiful.

"Why so far away?" Russ asked, licking her slickness from his lips.

"Get undressed." Hannah ordered and Russell obliged, shucking clothes as he walked.

When he reached Hannah she made him turn around with his hands on the beam under the ceiling. She cuffed him before he knew it.

"I can't touch you this way." He whined petulantly.

Hannah just winked promiscuously and darted behind him.

However he turned he could not catch sight of her, but he could hear the sound of her clothes falling to the ground. 

"Hannah!" He called out.

He trembled as her fingers dawdled from his armpits and down, caressing his ribs. Her hands rested on his hips as she leant up to kiss the back of his neck and his shoulder blades.

A pale, freckled arm twiddled with his sandy chest hair as one stroked his belly. He could feel her body pressed to his back and hear her heavy breathing. He pictured her face, her eyes shut as she explored like someone blind.

She shifted down to rest a palm on his right knee. It moved upwards torturously slow. All Russell could do was watch as it made slow progress to his cock and balls.

The hand cupped his sac, as if his wife was assessing their weight. 

Hannah giggled as Russell stamped his foot involuntarily. As a boon, her fingers reached his rock hard dick and ran under its underside.

"Would you be happy if...? Would you settle for a... wank?" She giggled mischievously. "I'd let you cum on the floor, just this once..."

"Hannah!"

"Oh, poor baby. Should I be a good wife?" She pondered as her thumb and forefinger rubbed the rim of his helmet. "Maybe not..."

Russell took a step back, figuring her face was exactly level with his ass.

"Ha ha ha...not quite docile, I see?" Hannah rocked on the balls of her feet. Her head popped round his side and she looked him up and down.

"Yes, the back is fun but this is definitely your best side..." Her eyes focused on his eager genitals.

She hopped in front of him and then jumped up athletically, her legs encircling his waist.

She reached down, swinging off him, to position his dick at her hole.

He nestled his head in her cleavage, muting his moan as he finally penetrated his wife's pussy. Slender though she was, it felt like her entire weight was enveloping his forthright shaft.

"Hooow, yeah..." He groaned, rocking his hips, easily thrusting into Hannah's welcoming pussy.

"I... love... you...Russ." She informed him, gazing down at his face, one hand flat against the ceiling. Russell smiled joyfully through the exertion.

"You...might be...better...than Angelina....just..."

Hannah rested her face on his forehead, taking small nips at his arms as he filled her completely with his semen.

++++++++++++++++

*Day 214 05:45 hours*

Hannah pulled the covers over her head as Russell got up and he let her go back to sleep. The shower he took only partially eased the good kind of fatigue he felt.

He left their quarters with a smile on his face and listened to the piped birdsong that flittered through his corridor. It usually irritated him but this morning the sounds of the forest were a pleasant addition.

He had walked only a few steps when Lewis' door opened and Maggie Kemp stepped out, sans shoes. She hadn't noticed him yet.

"Good morning." He called to her cheerfully, a knowing smile plastered on his face.

"Doctor Ryder?! Shit! Umm...?"

Russell smiled with wicked beneficence, as if he had no idea what was going on.

His nurse looked at Lewis' door and back at Dr Ryder.

"Don't rush in today, Maggie. Take your time." Russell said as he patted the embarrassed girl on the arm. 




Feverish



Russell knew that Lewis was a good guy. If Maggie picked him for a relationship then it would be with Russ' approval.

Today was going to be a good day.

+++++++++++++++++

He revised his opinion upon entering sickbay. Greta Kohn, Ava's PA, fixed her beady eyes and shrewish face on Russell.

"Dr Schroeder would like to see you, entirely at your own convenience, of course."

Russell knew that was a lie or why not just call or email him?

As he headed up to HS One with the silent and scornful woman he kicked himself for forgetting the events of yesterday evening. They had completely slipped his mind.

Greta escorted him to Ava's antechamber. Beyond that were Ava's quarters but as far as he knew no one had ever ventured in.

"Ah, hello, Dr Ryder." Dr Schroeder spoke as she rose from an armchair.

Greta slipped out without a word, bowing subserviently. 

"I just wanted to assure you that if I hear that any word of our...conversation... yesterday has been repeated, that you and your wife will be seeking new employment." She promised then turned her back to him. "Thank you." She said, dismissing him.

So that was that...he'd been silly to think that Ava wouldn't repress the incident.

+++++++++++++++++++++

*Day 214 13:00 Hours*

"Mr Ward, are you comfortable with the procedure as it has been explained to you?" Dr Phelps enquired, as she was required to do.

Though his hands were strapped down, their prisoner managed thumbs up.

"Our nurse is on hand, to ensure your well-being; just let us know if you need to speak to her." Dr Phelps continued.

"Ok doc." Ward called back.

Maggie watched as Phelps typed on the keyboard. A steady stream of images began to flash up on the screen in front of the subject. 

Ward voiced his approval of the subject matter. A few minutes later a tent in his pants signalled his approval also.

A brief glance at the monitor had been enough to turn Maggie's stomach. She edged closer to Lewis' desk. Too bad Dr Ryder was busy with physicals...

"The functional magnetic resonance imaging machine or fMRI shows us which areas of the brain are activated during particular stimulation. See the red spots, here?" Lewis asked Maggie, giving her hand a brief squeeze.

"We are looking for differences in a deviant's brain to that of a man with normal patterns of sexual behaviour." Dr Phelps added.

Maggie was fascinated, so long as she didn't have to see what the rapists' were treated to. 

She tried to focus her attention on the colourful scans but was aware that Hyde, the guard present was unashamedly staring at her chest. He was a Neanderthal of a man and Maggie avoided him when she could. She always figured that he was the type of man who wolf whistled at attractive ladies, like the brothers she had left behind. Would they qualify as 'men with normal patterns of sexual behaviour'? Still, his bulk and thuggish appearance probably helped him do his job, keeping them safe from the criminals and that was the most important thing.

"That's it, Mr Ward, the test's over." Dr Phelps concluded. She glanced at Lewis and Maggie and waved adios.

Hyde was just escorting Ward to his elevator as Maggie and Lewis exited the observation room.

".....so it's over to Sixville, tonight...." Maggie's voiced carried the distance.

The elevator door closed.

"Wouldn't have thought she'd have picked him?" Ward said chattily.

Hyde knew conversing with prisoners was frowned upon but where was the harm?

"Maggie ain't with Tanner."

"You're blind if you can't see they're a couple in love! Some girls like a nerdier cock in their cunt." He said it like he was discussing the weather.

"Not Maggie, no way! Her type wants a real man." 

"Hmmm, maybe it's up to us to remind them sometimes."

"Like in alleyways? Like you did?" Hyde spat contemptuously.

Ward smiled at Hyde's broad back and rolled his eyes.

Both men spent the next ten minutes in quiet reflection.

+++++++++++++++

*Day 214 18: 21*

"Will Ryder say anything?" Lewis asked, horrified the secret was out.

"Maybe to Hannah, but they're cool, Lewis. We have nothing to worry about." Maggie tried to placate her boyfriend.

The small and wiry man ran a hand through his scruffy curly hair and exhaled slowly, "Yeah, the Ryders are good people."

"That's right." Maggie agreed, shovelling a forkful of gnocchi into her mouth. "Besides its not the end of the freaking world if it does get out, is it?"

"I wanna shout it from the rooftops." He said loudly, loud enough that other patrons in the restaurant looked at them.

Lewis noticed their stares and got bashful.

"Do you know how cute you are?" Maggie asked.

Lewis blushed redder and the cat got his tongue.

"Let's go to the car."

"Why? Hannah doesn't close the gates until ten."

Maggie pouted like an insouciant ingénue as her foot rubbed his hairy ankle. " For a smart guy, you sure are dumb..."

"Oh....ooooh...I'll get the cheque."

+++++++++++++++++

Lewis stretched into the front and clicked on the radio. T-rex's 20th Century Boy came blearing out.

"Babe, I'm gonna be your man." Lewis said, using a bad Marc Bolan impersonation, which was lost on Maggie.

They made out like teenagers, both a little excited at the prospect of getting caught in the parking lot.

Lewis held her while their tongues mingled and played, strumming her skin like a balladeer playing an intimate harmony.

Maggie pulled off his sweater and sweetly kissed him again. A hand worked its way down to fondle Lewis' crotch.

Lewis blushed against her cheek and Maggie smiled. He was a little embarrassed about sex and Maggie found it adorable. She knew he loved her; her hot body was only part of her appeal. That was a big part of his.

She freed his dick and rubbed it, sandwiched between her soft palm and his hairless belly.

"Hmmmmm...." Maggie hummed.

Lewis gazed into her eyes as his fingers stroked her blonde locks. He could never articulate what he wanted but his dark bright eyes said everything.

Maggie scooted backwards and paused wilfully.

She shed her top, teasing him by covering her breasts with her arms. It was false modesty; she had no qualms wriggling out of her skirt and revealing the fact she had not worn panties tonight.

"You're beautiful." Lewis whispered.

"Come here..." She beckoned him over.

He shifted over, banging his head on the roof.

"Are you okay?" Maggie asked, more amused than concerned. "We need a convertible!"

"Ask Dr Schroeder for a raise..." Lewis joked as his lips graced her collarbone.

Lewis kissed and sucked Maggie's huge nipples, in no hurry to leave them.

Maggie sighed deeply as his reverential hands roamed her arms, her hips and her thighs.

She took his hand and he stopped. She smiled coyly and pushed him back into the seat.

She leaned between the front seats and rummaged through her purse.

"Lewis?!" She exclaimed as his hands sculpted her bare ass and fleeting lips brushed her skin. Maggie chuckled at his daring as she reached back with the condom.

"This is very naughty, baby." She announced as she surveyed the dark lot through the windshield. 

"You're the craziest girl I've ever met." Lewis said as his hands held her waist. "I can't say no to anything you ask." He finished as he pulled her back onto his waiting cock. 

"Hey..." She startled as her pussy was parted.

His cock wasn't the biggest she'd ever had, but Lewis had other charms. His long slender fingers burrowed between her legs, joining his cock in her welcoming hole, a knuckle on her clit.

Maggie's hand followed, journeying down his arm and resting underneath their panting bodies. On her palm she felt the motion of his sheathed dick as it slid into her and delved deeper. She found his balls and started twiddling her nails through his pubes. 

"Oh, God...." Lewis groaned. "There are people coming."

Maggie moved off stealthily as fractured voices passed nearby.

"It's okay...they're gone." She reassured him.

With a firm urging to the ribs she pushed his back against the door. He jerked when his back hit the cold glass and Maggie crawled through his raised knees.

Lewis was cast in blue as the night shone through the window. She kissed his full lips before squatting her warmth back over Lewis' shaft. Maggie twisted round and round, bouncing her breasts over Lewis' face. The car was rocking something awful.

"Aww...ah...awh..." Maggie keened, gripping the chair to her left and the headrest to her right. 

Lewis' delicate hands cupped her heaving, jiggling tits as he craned up to nuzzle them.

"Yes...yes...yes..." Maggie shouted, her ass rubbing on his hairy thighs.

"Ssshh." Lewis protested until Maggie gagged him with her palm. He blew a raspberry on it and Maggie spluttered a laugh.

Maggie was breathless as she came, dumb with a blast of sensation igniting at her core and sweeping away her senses.

Lewis swallowed her fingers and sucked hard as his own climax followed hers. As Maggie wiped his face with her wet fingers, they were both laden with gratitude.

"Thank you." Lewis said, as he always did.



+++++++++++++++++++

* Day 215 12: 35 hours*

"Dr Ryder to exam room 2, SS 8. Medical emergency." Dr Singh yelled into his Com device.

+++++++++++++++

* Day 215 14: 45 hours*

Dr Ryder was late to the meeting. He had been with Mr Ward in his cell. Still, the meeting couldn't have started without him.

All heads turn towards him as he entered. 

"My preliminary diagnosis is that Mr Ward has syphilis, second stage. I've got him on antibiotics until we can confirm that."

Everyone in the room digested the information grimly. One or two people shot glances at Dr Schroeder.

"How did we miss this during his intake?" Her level tone did not belie the anger that seethed beneath.

"There are often no outward symptoms of infection between the primary and secondary stages." Dr Ryder said reluctantly. He knew that he was dropping someone else in the shit...

All eyes shot towards Ella Goode, who had tested the blood.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but we do test for asymptomatic infection, don't we? Aren't TPHA and FTA-ABS tests in our serological battery?" Her rage was explicit now, though her volume was low. Dr Goode, the normally unflappable African American, looked close to tears.

"There was no infection when I did those tests." She croaked.

Dr Schroeder looked at her with slitted eyes.

Russell felt for his criticized colleague.

"Mr Ward's samples have been seen to the labs. We'll soon now what we're dealing with." He interjected, hoping to diffuse the situation.

Dr Schroeder froze, and then turned to him.

"What is the subject's status now?" She enquired.

"The rash and the fever are subsiding. I've never seen such a brief flare up...and it's soon for it to be the antibiotics to be taking effect..." Russell said, slowly.

Dr Schroeder rubbed her eyes, looking tired.

"Okay. I'm not pleased. It took weeks to arrange the subject's stay with us and now he's useless to us. Any data we've taken from him is invalidated." She explained.

Everyone groaned with disappointment.

"Will Mr Ward be sent back to the prison?" Hannah asked, secretly hopeful. This prisoner, more than any of the others, disturbed her. Their subjects were typically ill educated hoodlums; it unnerved her that such an ordinary man was capable of Ward's crimes. 

"Not immediately..." Ava ruled. " Let's confirm the doctor's diagnosis and treat the patient before we dump him back in the correctional system."

Everyone nodded.

"This week's liberty privileges are suspended." Dr Schroeder said forcefully, her verdict punitive but unchallengeable.



+++++++++++++++

* Day 215 20:55 hours*

"Shit!" Russell yelled in exasperation as he knocked his medical bag off the workbench. Maggie started to help him pick up the equipment that had scattered across floor.

"Dr Ryder, it's late. You should go home." She advised.

"Thanks Maggie, but I was just going to get more samples from Mr Ward." He explained.

"I'm still on call for another hour. Why don't you let me call a guard and do it for you?"

Russell was going to object but Maggie was already shepherding him out the door.

"Thanks, Maggie. See you tomorrow." Russell yawned as he summoned the elevator.

++++++++++++++++

Maggie got off the elevator and past the empty guard station.

"Computer. Where is Subject Three?" 

"Subject is in Treatment Room 4 on Secure Sublevel 10." Came the electronic reply. Maggie was glad that Hyde had already heeded the instructions she had called through.

She keyed in her code and entered the room.

"Hyde?"

Too late, she noticed movement from the corner of her eye. The baton struck her temple as she turned, and sent her into darkness.

++++++++++++++

"I'm not sure about this..." Hyde complained to his partner in crime.

"Don't you want to get into her snatch? Just look at these titties!" Ward prompted as he ripped open Maggie's blouse, popping buttons skittering everywhere.

"I dunno..."

Ward growled at his protégé as he dropped his pants to his ankles.

"What the fuck is the matter with you? Marcus and Temple can't keep Pearce distracted forever and then he'll notice the camera is smashed in here." Ward snarled, as he stroked his dick.

"It ain't right...I could lose my job...."

"Stick with the plan and they won't be able to prove anything. It'll only be my cum inside the bitch." Ward smiled in anticipation, as he steered his cock over Maggie's brow, her unflinching eyelid and the groove formed by her still lips, his balls on her cheek.

"Forensics are real good, nowadays..."

Ward turned and yanked his partner close.

"Our dear Dr Schroeder is not going to let anyone poke around her little playground." Ward said in a patronising singsong voice. "Now, take your fucking turn or miss out on getting anywhere near this sweet cunt ever again!" He shouted in Hyde's face.

Hyde pushed him away and took his place further away, where Maggie's legs dangled off the table. He pulled down her slacks and panties at the same time.

Ward was using Maggie's mouth, poking out her cheek in a sick parody of a blowjob.

Hyde shivered, Maggie was at his mercy and he could do anything her wanted to do to her. He wormed his middle finger into her pussy, watching for any change or reaction in the unconscious woman. He exhaled and also dropped his pants in reined-in haste. He put on a condom. It was a shame she wasn't awake. Sure, she'd have screamed at first but tarts like her always played hard to get.

Hyde shut his eyes as he worked his cock into that forbidden hole, having to use spit to lubricate its dryness.

It was tight. 

"Lewis ain't big enough to stretch her out! She'll be so loose after the two of us." Hyde sniggered jubilant. His hands pawed and mauled at her tits.

"That's right, man." Ward replied before sticking his tongue in Maggie's undefended mouth.

Hyde pumped hard for three minutes. 

"Gruuuunh." He grunted as it was all over.

He could have held out longer but what was the point?

Hyde dumped the soiled rubber in a container for hazardous waste. He pulled up his pants and turned.

"Sleep well." Ward said and swung the baton. 

The larger man fell with a thud.

Ward hauled himself onto the table and lay on his side next to Maggie. He stroked her splayed blonde hair and whispered in her ear.

"Just you and me now for the main event...the nasty man is gone away..."

Ward shifted his weight on top of her, fumbling to penetrate her. When he succeeded he kissed her, sucking at her lolling tongue.

"You have a lovely cunt, my dear. No prison bitch can compare to the real thing." He congratulated her as he started to hump away. 

The room fell into silence as he stopped talking, there was only the sound of his grunts.

Ward glanced his watch. Should he take his time to enjoy her, running the risk of getting caught in the act and a guard's vicious retribution? No, get the job done and wait politely, he thought to himself, all good things in moderation.

He steadily upped his pace, knowing he was close. 

Ward clamped down on her shoulder, stifling his cry as he ejaculated his seed into her.

He pulled out.

"You've been a most gracious hostess, my love." He muttered as he put his uniform back on.

He sat down to wait for the shit to hit the fan.

+++++++++++++++++

* Day 215 22: 22 hours*

"Get him out of here!" Hannah ordered her guards to remove Ward so she could interrogate Pearce on what had happened.

Her husband was capably assessing the victims and their injuries.

"How are they, Doctor?" Dr Schroeder enquired as she watched Russell and Trent lift the two prone figures onto gurneys.

"The blows didn't break the skin but there's always a danger of concussion. I'll be able to monitor them better in sickbay." He informed her as they wheeled them to the elevator.

The facility's director went to talk to Hannah.

"Pearce was breaking up a fight between Marcus and Temple. When he got back he realised the camera wasn't working and called for backup. Ward was just sitting there!"

"This is going to have massive impact on base morale, Mrs Ryder." Dr Schroeder warned.

"Are the police on the way?"

Dr Schroeder tugged at her lapels and hesitated.

"The company contracts make it clear that only violent incidents resulting in death are subject to external investigation."

Hannah's jaw dropped. Of course she knew company policy but the practice was hard to swallow.

"File your report, Mrs Ryder. The company will assist Maggie's recovery with all available recourse." Dr Schroeder assured her.

Hannah nodded and went to interview the perpetrator.



+++++++++++++++

* Day 215 23: 00 hours*

"How is she?" Hannah asked Russell, as they stood at the foot of Maggie's bed.

"She's comfortable and I've given her something to help her sleep through the night."

He handed his wife the rape kit he had collected.

"I've also given her a morning after pill, as Ward ..." Russell grimaced.

Hannah hugged him, each drawing emotional support from the embrace.

"I'm going to stay here tonight, to watch them; there's a chance that Maggie caught the STI from Ward."

Hannah shut her eyes and prayed that her friend didn't have to suffer any more than she already had.

"Call me if you need anything?" She asked Russell, who answered her with a grateful kiss.

+++++++++++++++

*Day 216 02:50 hours*

Russell woke with a start. He must have dozed off. He cracked his back as he stretched his arms. He looked around sheepishly and went to check on his patients.

Hyde was fine and Russell turned to Maggie.

She was running a high temperature and a rash covered a third of her body. Russell was perplexed. There was no way that Maggie could be in the secondary stage of a syphilitic infection.

He pulled a syringe from a draw and started to draw some blood when he noticed her red-rimmed eyes flutter open.

"Maggie? It's okay, you're in sickbay. Don't move." He encouraged as he capped the needle and placed in a tray.

"Why am I here? Oh God, Ward was ..." Maggie choked out.

"You're safe now, Maggie."

Maggie was clearly trying to fight back her emotions. Her breathing was rapid and shallow.

"He raped me, didn't he?"

Russell was astounded at how calm she sounded, but he'd never treated a rape victim before. Maybe she was in shock.

"Yes, Maggie but we're going to look after you." Russell stroked her hand, hoping she could survive this. 

"I'm glad you're here..." Maggie smiled wanly.

"I could call Dr Phelps or Lewis. It might do you good to speak to them..."

Maggie got up and began to potter round sickbay. Russell couldn't read the expression in her eyes. He got behind her and touched her arms, steering her back to the bed.




Feverish



"Would you like to see Lewis? I know that he's very worried about you."

Maggie frowned and shook her head.

"Or Dr Phelps? We just want to give you whatever you need."

"Dr Phelps doesn't have a cock and Lewis' is rather small." Maggie sneered.

Russell didn't believe he had heard correctly. "Maggie?" He murmured.

"What I want is a big cock in my cunt, doctor. Can you give me a big cock?" She whispered as her hand shot out to his crotch. "Yes, you can help me..."

"Maggie!" Russell startled, his surprise causing him to laugh inappropriately.

He stepped back, out of her reach.

"Whatever you're feeling, it's not who you are. You need to get back on to the bed so I can..."

"Fuck me?" Maggie interrupted, sounding hopeful. She dropped her hospital gown and stepped out of it. Russell steeped nearer, thinking to cover up her nakedness.

"Don't do this." He said, starting to bend down to retrieve the shift.

Maggie grabbed his collar and pulled his head to her large bosom.

Russell floundered a moment, until he could raise his head. Maggie wrapped her hands round his waist, pushing her body against his. Russell put his hands up to help himself escape her grip, only to inadvertently cup her left tit.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed, spinning backwards.

His hip bashed into the corner of Maggie's bed and sent him crashing to the floor.

Maggie pounced, squatting over his belly. 

Russell looked down as her hands pulled his shirt from his waistband. He could see her hairy bush and mound clearly. She ripped his shirt open before he heaved upwards, toppling her.

He felt very panicky; he'd never experienced someone so desperate and relentless. A voice in his head told him that Maggie's actions were too strong to be natural.

Maggie pursued him as he scrabbled to his feet.

"I thought you wanted to help me!" Maggie said wryly, as she tripped him, sprawling him face down.

Her hand reached up to give his balls a squeeze through the fabric of his pants. He jolted forward and regained his feet.

"I...need immediate back up... Sickbay." He called into his com device. "Maggie, stop." He panted, holding a hand out. "You're out of control, but we can help you."

His nurse prowled towards him, backing him into a corner. He couldn't help looking her up and down and his cock twitched guiltily. No woman had ever wanted him so hungrily.

Maggie bent her knees and used two fingers to open her pussy flaps. She smiled when she saw Russell that was staring at her parted lips.

He shut his eyes, ran a hand through his hair and she was upon him.

Her hand jerked his cock from his open fly as she rubbed it against her cheek, purring like a cat. Russell bent down, pulling her head away by her hair. Her lips were only an inch from his hard 9 inches and she was straining to close the gap. He couldn't let that happen.

He froze. If he was honest with himself he was turned on by her need for him. Too turned on to stop? Her mouth was too damn tempting. It would be so easy to give in...

No...that wasn't the kind of man he was...

Right at that moment his wife and her team sprinted into his office. They paused at the entrance way as they took in the view.

Maggie cranked herself away, fingering herself still and growling at the interlopers.

"Restrain her." Russell pleaded, with as much authority as he could muster as he tucked himself away.

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* Day 215 19: 25 hours*



"What's happening? My research assistants said they've been ordered to go home!" Dr Phelps grumbled as she boarded the elevator.

"Most of the staff has. I'm hoping that's what Dr Schroeder is going to explain at this meeting." Hannah confided to her as they approached Habitat Sublevel One. 

++++++++++++++++

"We've discovered that we are dealing with an unknown viral agent. Both Ward and now Miss Kemp are infected." Dr Singh told the assembled scientists. Lewis had been excused so he could maintain his vigil at Maggie's bedside. 

"That's why there were no Treponema Pallidum spirochetes in the first tests." Ella Goode continued, obviously relieved not to have screwed up.

" I don't see why my staff have to go?" Dr Phelps called out.

"We were due four new prisoners this week. Now, given this new information, I've had to cancel their visits indefinitely." Dr Schroeder answered the question, as if speaking to a child. " All non-essential personnel have been asked to leave until the matter is resolved."

"Aren't we going to send Mr Ward and Maggie to a hospital?" Craig Lockhart interjected.

"The company is confident in our ability to investigate and sort out this issue." Dr Schroeder replied.

There was a murmur of negativity at this opinion.

"Don't you see? This virus may herald the breakthrough we've been looking for. See the swelling in the hypothalamus, here and here?" Dr Schroeder said, excitedly pointing at the pair of CAT scan films. " Such damage could affect a person's sexual behaviours. Why, samples of their brain matter could contain lots of answers!"

"The reference sample is too small to make any assumptions."

"We can't use Maggie like that! She isn't a prison volunteer!"

"Is Ward a rapist as a result of this virus?"

"Are they going to die?"

Everyone was voicing their concerns at the same time until Dr Schroeder banged a clipboard on the table. "One at a time, one at a time!" She shouted.

"Two cases are not enough to support your hypothesis, Dr Schroeder. Ward was almost certainly a rapist before he was infected and Maggie's behaviour could be attributed to post-traumatic shock." Dr Phelps proposed.

"Dr Phelps. All my test rats have all started displaying unusually aggressive mating behaviours since I injected them with the virus." Dr Singh contributed, defending Dr Schroeder's theory.

"We clearly have to do more research before any conclusions are reached." Dr Schroeder said to placate the group. "That will be are primary aim after ensuring the subjects' well-being. Doctor, what's their prognosis?"

"Their affliction does not seem to affect their overall health. Even the brain swelling has plateauxed to a non-lethal level." Russell told everyone.

"I think the first course of action we have to take is to move Maggie into a cell and take her off sedation." Dr Schroeder said.

"I really object to considering Maggie like Ward. We can't just lock her away! She is not a volunteer in this program, she's a victim!" Dr Russell said angrily.

"Doctor, perhaps you have ulterior motives why you don't want Maggie moved out of harm's way." Dr Schroeder said snidely.

"What?!" He retorted, confused.

"I'm sorry, perhaps that came out wrong...what I meant to say is that maybe you regret rejecting our pretty nurse and want a second chance!?" Came her answer.

Russell was stunned. Did all his colleagues believe that? Did his wife?!

"That is nonsense!"

"Maybe. Your objection is noted." Dr Schroeder pronounced as she exited the room and entered her quarters.

By the time Russell gathered his things Hannah had already left the conference room. He reached her elevator in time for the door to shut in his face.



++++++++++++++++++

Hannah was locked in their bedroom when he got home.

"Hannah, open the door..." He asked quietly.

"No."

"Han, you can't believe what Ava was implying?!" He cried incredulously.

The door opened a smidgeon and Hannah's grim face appeared.

"Russell. It used to be that I couldn't even imagine you cheating on me; my mind just couldn't conceive it. Now, it's all I can think about. Dr Schroeder comes on to you, Maggie's naked in your office...are you doing something to lead them on?" She snarled.


"Hannah...I called you. I called you when Maggie lost it. Nothing would have happened, I wouldn't have let it. I'd never hurt you." Russell argued.

"I don't know anymore. Every time I shut my eyes I get the image of you, Maggie kneeling at your feet and your cock out ready."

The door slammed and the key turned closed.

"But I called you. I called you!" Russell yelled, knowing he was defeated.

He went to sleep on the sofa that night, the first time in seven years that Hannah hadn't been at his side.

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*Day 216 14:29 hours*

Hyde, who Russell had cleared for duty, shut the cell door and looked at Lewis, questioningly.

"I want to be here when she wakes up." Lewis stated, numbly. 

Hyde nodded and took up his post.

"It doesn't seem right to lock her up like this. Like one of the fucking crims." Hyde spoke aloud.

"They said it was for her own safety..."

"I dunno. All they got is theories and Dr Ryder's version of events to go on."

Lewis considered Dr Ryder lying and dismissed it immediately.

"Maggie admired Dr Ryder a great deal." He said plainly.

"Okay. Maybe I'm wrong; I slept through it." He said, holding up his hand. " She knows him better than I do. After all, they worked together very closely, didn't they?" Hyde continued, rubbing a pec.

"She thought of him as a father." Lewis said, missing the insinuation completely.

The two men fell into silence as they watched Maggie's sleeping form.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Where am I?" Maggie asked upon waking.

"You're on SS9. We've given you a whole floor to yourself." Lewis answered, trying to inject a little levity into their misery.

"Why am I here? Was what happened my fault?" Maggie queried.

"No. You weren't to blame for anything. You mustn't blame yourself!" Lewis cried, pressing his hand against the super thick Perspex. 

"Why am I locked up, then?"

Lewis swallowed hard. The details of her ordeal pained him in every fibre of his being.

"You tried to have sex with Dr Ryder. It's because you're sick and don't know how to stop yourself."

"I don't feel sick."

Lewis pinched the bridge of his nose to stop him from crying.

"They scanned your brain. Your hypothalamus is all swollen because of a virus."

Maggie laughed, full of pathos. Her face screwed up with consternation

"Russell said that that was why he was caught with his pants down?! Very inventive."

Hyde perked up at her words.

"You're saying it went down differently?"

"Dr Ryder said he wanted to help me, to make me feel better. I trusted him and let him hold me."

Maggie sat down on her mattress to tell her version to the two men.

"He started to kiss me on the neck. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he wanted to make love to me, to nullify what Ward had done."

"Maggie, Russell wouldn't do that; anyone can see that he's devoted to Hannah!" Lewis protested, his reality felt as if it was crashing down.

"I asked him about Hannah...he told me that he cheated on her all the time, that he had a big dick and liked to make women feel better with it.

Maggie began to stroke the exposed underside of her thigh.

"He took off my hospital gown..." She said, as if to herself. " I wanted you, Lewis; to hold you and feel safe...he pulled my head towards his dick and wanted me to suck it..."

"That's how the others found them." Hyde told Lewis.

"I'm going to kill him. He's a sick bastard!" The short, thin man threatened, bounding to his feet.

"No, Lewis!" Maggie beseeched. "Stay with me...I feel so lonely...do you still love me? Say you do, please..."

"I do. I always will. Now more than ever!"

Hyde opened the door to Maggie's cell.

"What are you doing?" Lewis asked, his head spinning.

"You should be with her. It ain't right that she's all alone."

Lewis didn't need to be told twice and ran to hug his trembling girlfriend. He was so caught up with comforting her than he didn't hear the cell door close.

"Oh, Lewis. It feels so good to be in your arms again. You do still love me?"

Lewis started to sob; she was breaking his heart. He kissed her cheeks again and again.

"Don't ever doubt it, baby.

"Ward raped me. His cock was in my pussy." She blurted out.

"You couldn't fight him off. You were unconscious." 

"More's the pity. I'm sure it was a lot of fun." Maggie giggled as Lewis recoiled.

"You don't know what you're saying...." He stammered.

Maggie pulled her gown up, flashing her blonde bush to Lewis and Hyde, outside the cell. 

"Maggie, you are sick!" Lewis yelled, backing to the door.

"If I am sick, I like it." Maggie said, as she pulled the cloth over her head, shaking her hair around her shoulders.

"Hyde, open the door. I don't want to see her like this!" 

"I've never seen her looking better...she's one hot bitch now." Hyde said through the intercom.

"Come on, Hyde...let me out!"

The door stayed closed and the intercom silent as Maggie's hands grasped his face and pulled his mouth to hers.

Lewis jerked his head to the side to break off contact and spat. He turned and banged on the door.

"Hyde! I don't want to get it!"

Maggie was stroking his back and ass as he pounded on the door and wall. His shoulders slumped as he realised Hyde was not going to release him.

"Computer, security to SS9. Urgent!" He yelled.

"Lewis." Maggie breathed sweetly into his ear. "There's no computer access in the cells."

"Hyde, damn you. Let me out." Lewis insisted, but the strength drained out of him.

Maggie turned him to face her. When she kissed him again, Lewis let her. The kiss was very wet and Maggie's tongue slid in and out with abandon. She pulled him, staggering, towards the bed. Maggie was at his t-shirt as soon as they landed, a whir of hands clawing at his torso nails drawing blood.

"Ow...stop..." Lewis whined through raw lips.

Maggie complied, using her hands to guide one of his to her wet pussy.

"I'm so wet, baby...put your whole hand up there." She asked, helping him manually to stuff her hole.

Lewis dragged his hand away, disgusted. He tried to rise but Maggie fought him, tugging his jeans down his slender hips to his knees.

"No...I don't want this...it..."Lewis wailed.

"Lewis...don't fight it...its very...liberating...your cock wants it bad..."

"Please, Maggie, if you love me..." 

"You're a cock to me, Lewis. Just a cock for my pussy..." She corrected him as she sat in his lap.

"Jesus..." Lewis wheezed as she engulfed his pole. Her tunnel was literally hot.

As she began to ride him, he forgot all about his fears, he let go of his pain and went passive as she bounced wildly. He watched, detached as Hyde let himself into the cell, hard-on in hand. 

The bigger man disappeared from view behind the keening woman, but Lewis felt his weight hit the bed.

Maggie tilted and another presence joined Lewis in her cunt.

"uGH.... Two cocks at once...." Maggie smiled as Hyde's big mitts pushed her tits together.

"This is better...than last time...." Hyde confessed.

"You... raped.... me... too?" Maggie asked, reaching her arm up to his head resting on her shoulder. "I'm so glad."

Hyde chortled as Lewis writhed beneath them both. The friction of Maggie's muscles constricting and Hyde's hardness was overwhelming Lewis.

"Haaa...uh..." Lewis grunted.

"So full...mmmm..." Maggie sighed, dipping two of Lewis' sticky fingers into her mouth.

She craned down to kiss her younger lover, bringing his head up to her nipples when she lifted.

Hyde shifted with effort, his thick thighs, resting over Lewis' and their balls slapping together unremarked.

Maggie was undergoing a paroxysm of sensation. The desperate yearning she'd felt since opening her eyes in sickbay might finally be diminished. The flashes of fantasy and the crawling compulsion they heralded might be alleviated as her men fucked her so completely.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...hohh." She moaned as she wiped drips of sweat from her eyes.

She cradled the head of both lovers as flames of orgasm backdrafted out of control. The woman she was once was gone; she'd only live for more of this now. The two cocks seesawed her as she gulped down air, rocking her backwards and forwards. 

Lewis gave no warning as jets of white cum spurted inside her, mixing with her own wet juices.

He flopped back, spent.

"You've...such a...sloppy...dirty...pussy..." Hyde congratulated. " Got room for more cum?"

Maggie couldn't form the words for a minute.

"I'll never have enough." She cried. It was true. Already the discomfort was returning, her climax offering the only briefest relief.

"Lewis...lick my clit...." She asked, as she leaned back, both Maggie and Hyde resting on their haunches.

Lewis dragged himself into position. He was too far-gone with the depravity to care that Hyde's dick, besmirched with Maggie's juices and his own cum, grazed his chin each time the man thrust. Lewis latched on to Maggie's clit, nipping it with his teeth to her delight.

The contrasting textures of rough stubble and hot pussy made Hyde quiver.

"You'll be getting some more cum, soon...."

"Oh...yeah....."

"Urgh....that's it...." Hyde rumbled, spraying semen into her cunt.

"Fuck...." Maggie sighed as his jizz washed through her and Lewis' tongue lapped at her clit.

She came a second time, fleeting but sharp ecstasy strobing her flesh as Lewis wailed,

"What the hell have we done?"

+++++++++++++++

* Day 216 18: 50 hours*

Hannah toyed with her com device, thinking about calling Russell. She felt that she'd been unfairly harsh on him. He had rejected the advances of Ava and Maggie and even shared the information with her; how many men would have done the same?

It was only her stubbornness that prevented her apologising to him and that made her mad angry with herself. He didn't need to feel his wife didn't trust him when one of his friends had just been raped and turned into a sex maniac.

"Computer, where is Dr Ryder?" She called out, planning on stopping by to see him.

"Dr Ryder is in the gym." The computer voiced.

Hannah grabbed her jacket and set off when her com device chirped,

"Hannah?"

"Yes, Dr Singh?"

"Will you stick your hands down your panties?" The Indian voice whispered back.

"That's not funny, Sandeep!" Hannah objected.

"No, but it could be fun..." He giggled deliriously.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Hannah questioned, growing concerned enough to send the elevator down towards the Secure Sublevels.

"I am most alright. I've had a visit from Maggie and I must say her cunt is most delicious and malicious...." The deranged giggle continued.

"Computer, give me the location of Maggie Kemp." Hannah shouted, her finger jabbing the elevator button in a futile effort to make the damn thing move faster.

"Miss Kemp is nowhere."

"Computer, define nowhere!!"

"Locator icon has been disengaged."

"Computer list all base residents below 11/-1."

"The Secure Sublevels are empty." 

"Shit." Hannah yelled as the door opened.

She was just in time to see Hyde key the door to the far guard station and fling something at Trent, who was posted there.

Trent caught the thing and Hannah realised that it was one of Singh's rats. Hyde was staring at her, a wicked grin on his pocked face. His eyes were red-rimmed and scornful.

"Trent, drop it!" Hannah yelled.

"Argh...the fucking thing's bit me!" A shocked Trent boomed, instinctually sucking the blood from his wound. He stomped on the petrified creature until it was dead and he was breathing deeply.

Hyde had vanished from the scene as Nine Pines reached for the 'airlock' release switch.

Hannah batted his hand away and pushed him from his chair. Nine Pines watched stunned as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Who is down there?!" She cried, hurriedly.

"Tanner, Hyde, Singh and the inmates, of course."

Hannah scoured the computer system, instructing the machine to delete the access codes for all the staff that could be infected.

"Unable to comply. Your authority has been overridden." A message flashed up onto the screen.




Feverish



The Dream:

Watering my plants always reminds me of Angela. I putter with the watering can, clearing away dry leaves, placing tiny stakes of fertilizer in the soil, doing my best to nurture their little green lives. 

Our first "date" was a tour of her spring garden...rows and rows of glorious irises, tulips, daffodils, and luscious spring fruit. I remember strawberries and tomatoes I tasted from her fingers. She made me hungry, and later, when we were in bed together, much too soon for polite company, she let me feed. 

That throaty laugh, the conspiratorial tone she'd get on the phone. ."I'm closing up. Want to keep me company while I'm finishing up?" 

Please. As though I had anything to say about it, having completely lost control of my hands, feet, and cunt. Fortunately my car could find its own way there. 

I peered through the locked glass door, shielding my eyes with my hand on my forehead. She was bent over at the waist, lifting a large plant onto a display table. She was wearing her customary jeans and a green smock, the kind that went over your shirt and tied on the sides, with pockets in the front. Only there was something odd. What was it? Then I realized she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. Or a bra. Just the smock. The brutality of this girl. My palms were already itchy, wanting to fill themselves with breastflesh, as I started to twitch under my clothes. 

She turned the key in the lock and let me in, locking the door behind us. She turned away and began to talk, not even commenting on her partially-clothed state. 

"I'm nearly finished. I've still got to mist the hothouse plants, but then I'm done." 

"I'll go with you," I said, pulling her back toward me, wrapping my arms around her waist. I lifted her dark hair off her neck and kissed it, her tiny shiver vibrating against my lips. She placed her hands over my hands, resting on her hips, and began to "walk" me to the hothouse. 

Reaching into the cooler where the cut flowers were kept, I picked up three yellow roses, their stems dripping. She raised an eyebrow with a smile. "I'll pay for 'em....damn!" I said in mock frustration, breaking off the blossoms and slipping them into her smock pocket, but my mind was working ahead to the hothouse. 

My tongue was in her mouth even before we stumbled into the humidity of the room. Sweat started to dampen our upper lips, foreheads, under our hair on the backs of our necks. 

My fingers moved to the smock ties at her waist, pulling them loose, stopping the kissing long enough to pull it over her head, sucking in my breath as I always did when I saw her bare. I filled my mouth, my hands with the bounty. Her eyelids drifted closed, her moans becoming more "little girl," higher-pitched, more keening. 

I backed her up to the worktable, letting her ass rest on the rough surface. My clothes had vanished, vaporized. No, they were there in a pile, littering the hothouse floor, tangled up with Angie's jeans and panties. I took the rosebuds from Angie's smock pocket, fanning out the petals on the table, before tracing her mouth and nipples with the last blossom. She lifted her legs and swiveled to lie on the table on her back, her thighs falling open. 

I cranked the handle to the misting system, and foggy moisture began to permeate the room. We knew it would eventually drench us. We'd be wet and shivering with the cool mist and the heat of our own need, with our sweat and honey. My fingers moved to the smock ties at her waist, pulling them loose, stopping the kissing long enough to pull it over her head....oh, godddd....sucking in my breath as I always did when I saw her bare breasts...succulent fruit...sweet, ripe...I filled my mouth, my hands with the bounty. 

Her dark eyes flamed, locked on mine, before her eyelids drifted closed, her moans becoming more "little girl"...higher-pitched, more keening... 

I moved around into position, parting my thighs over her head and reaching for her core with my mouth. Lowering my mouth to her hot, soft sex...taking her inner lips quite firmly into my mouth, sucking...she nearly sobbed into my own sex as her flickering tongue found my clit. She fed me again...as I fed her...licking all around inner and outer lips...tongues teasing the entrance to each other's cunts, slipping inside with tongue and fingers....clits engorged, taken between lips and suckled...moans becoming cries becoming screams...I came first, practically erupting into her bloom of a mouth...trying not to grind into her face too hard...wanting to take her there too....letting loose with a flurry of licks and tender, sucking nibbles...holding her ass in my hands to keep her from squirming away as she sometimes did when she got close to a really intense orgasm...making her take it, take it all... 

She screamed once more into my cunt as she joined me....falling, falling....bucking into one another...the mist soaking us like a gentle rain....bodies slick, warm and chilly at the same time somehow...sated, fed. 

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The Apartment:

I'm awake, and the room is shifting. Angles and lines are moving, every blink the aperture of a camera, photographing a moving target. Kerry's next to me, oblivious to my flailing, and to my failing. My hair is sweaty and matted against my neck. 

Fuck. 

Later, Kerry finds me on the couch, the dog snoring away, wedged against my belly. 

"Rough night?" 

I shift and stretch. "Yeah...I think my fever spiked in the night. Or the fucking antibiotics are making me restless." 

"You're starting to worry me, Grace. Are you going to go back to the doctor?" 

"Nah. It's only been a week. I've still got another week on the meds." I kiss her cheek and rub her shoulders for a bit. She's in great shape. Her back is broad and muscular, like a rower. I remember really loving those broad, tanned shoulders when I first met her. A strong shoulder. Somebody who can carry the weight. I liked it. I still like it. 

She turns over, her torso in my lap, glances up at me. I do what I normally do when she's watching me too carefully, which is to tuck her head under my chin. Funny how such an intimate gesture creates distance, by keeping her from seeing my eyes. She knows what I'm doing, lets me get away with it. Kerry's great like that. 

My stomach is sour. Fuck. 

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The Memory:

I wonder sometimes what it was about Angie that left such an impression. I dated a lot of women during that time. Angie was beautiful, no doubt, but there were others who were beautiful too. She was earthy and vivid and passionate, but we were only together for a few months. 

Angie's hands I remember, painstaking whether turning earth, pruning shrubs, handling delicate seedlings, or setting out bulbs. Her hands were rougher than the average woman's, calloused in spots, even a couple of little scars. You wouldn't see fake nails on her. What would be the point? Even when she was "cleaned up," her hands were a bit rough for real refinement. 

But everything else on her was velvet. The touch of her tongue, the rich, husky brandy of her voice, the almost spongy softness of her belly, the taste of her need. 

Her softness, her femininity brought out my warrior, made me feel protective and capable. I was her knight, and she was my lady. I would have slain dragons, warded off attackers, carried her to safety had she needed me to. 

In return, she tended me as surely as any garden, coaxing more and more of me to burst through the surface of the earth to meet her sun, her food, her soft rain. She sweetly tormented me until I began to draw again, my crude, amateurish work delighting her. As fanciful as Kerry is practical, Angie found symbolism in everything--poetry in a teacup, music in the sound of the washing machine, dance in hard-driving sex. 

Honestly, it drove me crazy sometimes. But I miss it now. 

As impolitic as it might sound, Angie made me want to be a man. I have never felt that way before or since. I wanted to be inside her with my own cock. 

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The Bath: 

"God, what a day. Phone calls, endless meetings of people talking just to hear themselves." 

I'm exhausted, still battling the infection, but going to work anyway. 

Kerry sighs. "Just come home, Gracie. Come home as soon as you can, and drive safely. I'll take care of everything." 

She meets me with a kiss to my hot forehead, a glass of orange juice, and a sturdy shoulder to take my things. She's drawn a bath for me, pouring fragrant oil under the stream of water. She's lit some candles at the tub's edge, and placed two fluffy towels on a warmer. 

She helps me slip out of my clothes, her smooth, cool hands steadying me as I perform the required motions like an exhausted child, leaning back against that broad torso. She helps me step into the tub, then rubs some body wash into a mesh sponge.

She takes my hand and presses a kiss into my open palm, then works the sponge up the inside of my arm, then back down the outside, taking her time. My other arm, then each leg, are soaped and rinsed at the same unhurried pace, as she kisses the arch of my foot before setting it back down into the water. 

The mesh sponge trails down over my breasts, squeezing warm soapy water over each peak, her tugging fingers behind each pass of the sponge. Then down my belly and between my legs, soaping, rinsing, then pressing two fingers inside while rubbing my clit with her thumb. 

I sputter and gasp, gazing up at her as we both start to laugh. 

"Baby...what're you doing?" 

"Ummm, taking your mind off your day?" 

"Oh, my mind is OFF, trust me!" My thighs part as I begin to chase her fingers with my hips, until I slip and nearly go under the water. 

Howling with laughter, Kerry hands me a towel to dry my face. Still sputtering, I rest my sex against her hand. "Just don't let me drown, okay?" 

"You won't go under, Gracie. I'll make sure of that." 

I spread my legs wider, the spasms beginning to shake my body. Kerry closes her lips around a nipple, pulling and stretching as her expert thumb flicks my clit, faster and faster, her fingers curling, curling into the g. I cry out, grasping the edge of the tub. She drives her fingers into me, her palm slapping against my clit as she tugs my head back and back. I let loose with a half-sob, half-shout, falling into ragged spasms. 

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The comparison:

Angie wasn't perfect. She was a little humor-impaired, she took herself too seriously, and for someone with her earthy sensuality, she was remarkably self-conscious about her body. 

I remember once putting my hand on her belly, the loose skin of her stomach the result of a weight loss where the skin didn't become taut again. She squirmed and tried to push my hand away, but I held it there, reaching for her hand to place on my own soft abdomen. We sat there for a few moments, experiencing the rise and fall of one another's breath, before she disengaged herself from my palm, uncomfortable with the whole exercise. 

The reasons we broke up were commonplace, prosaic. I got a terrific job offer out of town, she didn't want to leave her business, and neither of us was particularly good at the long-distance thing. She eventually hooked up with the woman who runs the local farmer's market. They've been together for years, and according to mutual friends, seem happy. I fucked around for a long time before I met Kerry through another mutual friend. 

We seem happy too. 

Kerry is all angles, a former athlete who has remained hard and firm all over. Analytical, irreverent, hilarious, and practical, she has a quick wit and a low bullshit tolerance. Unless, of course, the bullshit is mine, in which case she is more patient than I deserve. I always know where she stands, and where she stands is right beside me, always. Our sex life is really good. We're well matched in so many ways. I rely on her and adore her, which makes this all the more frustrating. 

I glance over at Kerry's sleeping form and sigh. It's not fair to her. Maybe I should leave and get my head together. But what if this IS together, for me? What then? There has to be a place where Angie can live in me undisturbed, and undisturbing, tending to some tangled unknown gardens. Angie deserves that place. Kerry deserves my whole heart. And I deserve some serenity. 

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The Hospital:

I am shaking, and my teeth are chattering. Kerry is already dialing. The words don't make sense to me, but I find myself hustled into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and tucked into the passenger side of the car with a blanket over me. Christ, I'm cold. 

I spend a couple of days in the hospital with IV antibiotics and fluids. I am lucky, the doctor says, as he lectures me on the stupidity of continuing to work when I was that ill. I don't feel lucky yet, but I'm working on it. Kerry's been here nearly non-stop. 

I take it back. I do feel lucky.

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The Sketch:

It's early on the third day, and I know the fever has broken even before I open my eyes. I reach for the pad and pencils, and turn to see Kerry's tall frame forced into the unforgiving space of the hospital fold-out chair. The light from the hallway dapples her olive shoulder and neck, highlights the bit of gray in her close-cropped dark hair. 

"Baby?" 

Kerry stirs. "Mmm?" 

"Wake up for just a sec, baby. I want to see you." 

Kerry's brows knit together as the words fight their way in. She sighs. 

"You mean now?" 

"Yes. Now. I want to sketch you." 

Her elbow bends to prop up the weight of her dark head. "Gracie, somebody'll see. You know they don't let you sleep fifteen minutes before they wanna..." she yawns..."put something in an orifice." 

My laugh is followed by a spasm of coughing. 

"Bitchtease. You had to mention orifices, didn't you? Look, you don't have to be naked. Just give me something to work with." 

She reaches out from under the comforter, squeezes my hand. 

"So good to hear you sounding like you, Gracie." 

Kerry lifts the comforter and folds it away from the front of her body. She untucks the chambray shirt and works the first four buttons free. Braless underneath, olive cleavage and one brown nipple are visible. She slips a hand into the opened waistband of her jeans, moaning as she finds her damp core, even as she drops back off to sleep. 

Sighing at the sight, wanting desperately to lift that top leg from where it lay along the lower leg and slip my hand between, I keep that thought between me and the night, settling for the glimpses of her before me. I lean back, trying to study every curve, every angle and shadow. 

Amazing how easily and fluidly the lines draw themselves. I know Kerry's body so well. My fingers know every surface, every texture. Her topography is embedded in my hands. 

Yet I can't help but sketch a vine or two in the background. I like the image of Angie working in me, quietly, invisibly, helping me untangle the strands of myself. 

I cover Kerry with the blanket, prop the sketchpad up on the chair so she will see it when she wakes up, and I fall back to sleep with my hand resting on her head.