The Lewd Hunt: Claire “Little Sunshine” Lang

“Are we recording?” Asked Dana, “This is case study 4311-4.”

Her heels clicked across the white linoleum, a clipboard in her hand. She scribbled the date and time down on a sheet of paper, repeated it out loud, then rolled her pen between latex gloves.

“Is the environment sealed?” She asked.

There was a click from an intercom system, followed by a young man’s voice, “Yes Dr. Chamberlain . You have the room, and we are ready to begin.”

Dana checked off on her sheet, and moved to a console in the center of the room. There weren’t many buttons, but it had enough control of the experimental equipment that she could perform the vital functions without leaving the room or asking for assistance. 

There was the sound of struggling, and Dana looked to the table at the very center of the room. It was a woman, bright red hair that curled out, and a splattering of freckled over her nose and cheeks. She was tied down, at each wrist, the waist, and her ankles. The look in her eyes was somewhere between absolute fear, and anger.

“Let me go,” The girl screamed, “You can’t do this to me.”

Dana shook her head, and continued to press a series of switches on the console. 

“I assure you we can,” She said, “Though I wouldn’t struggle too much.”

Dana looked down at her clipboard, “The name you were going by is Claire, Claire Lang? I’ll give you one hint, just let this happen.”

The woman, Claire, was dressed in the blue and white pattern of a hospital gown. The gown flowed down and ended at her knees, her knees kept bent by her position on her back. Each time the girl struggled against the hard leather that held her, she pushed the gown further up, revealing more of her bare legs.

“You bitch,” Claire shouted, “Please, just let me go. I’m innocent.”

Dana was whistling a tune to herself, something jaunty. She checked another box on her clipboard, then walked across the room to a cupboard. She opened it, looked inside, then grunted in frustration.

“What idiot let the flies expire?” She said as she pulled out an empty vial.

There was a moment of silence, then the click of the intercom.

“Sorry Dr. Chamblerlain,” Said a different voice, “We have another one on the way in.”

A door opened at the edge of the room, and there was the sound of air flow. A man walked in wearing a full white hazmat suit, carrying only a small vial. He met Dana halfway, and she took the vial from him.

The man in the suit looked at Claire, and he seemed paralyzed. The young woman was staring back, her lips slightly parted, her body leaning toward him slowly.

Dana snapped her fingers in front of the hazmat mask, then stepped between them.

“Try to be a professional Mr. Sanders,” She said, “Get out of my lab.”

He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

“All sealed,” A voice confirmed.

Dana walked back to Claire’s side, popped open the vial, then stopped it with her thumb. She shook it, then peeked inside. There was a fly there, and now agitated, it buzzed around the small space. A closer examination would have revealed that the fly had far too many legs, and not quite the right mouth. It was more like a bee than a fly, but it was far from both of those things.

“Open up,” Dana said as she set her clipboard down on a table and grabbed Claire by the jaw.

The girl struggled against her captor, but Dana put the vial to her mouth, and forced the tube past her lips. Without being told, the fly inside left the vial. Dana pulled the vial away, and held Claire’s mouth closed.

The girl continued to struggle, then slowed, swallowed, and stopped.

“Better?” Dana said as she moved her fingers away.

Claire’s breathing had slowed, and while her eyes were still watching Dana, the woman had stopped moving against her restraints.

Dana walked around the table, and pressed a button on the console. A machine between Claire’s legs began to whir, and the young woman moved her head to try to look.

“Oh?” Dana asked, “Can’t see it? Let me help.”

The doctor pulled up the hem of the gown, placing it at Claire’s waist, exposing her nudity to the room. Between Claire’s legs was a long flesh-like dildo, for lack of any better term. It was connected to a mechanical arm, and that connected to a set of pistons.

The dildo edged closer, and Claire pulled her arms up, a small sign of resistance that made the doctor smile. Dr. Chamberlain brought her face down close to Claire, and looked her in the eyes.

“I see the fly hasn’t dulled your mind too much. That’s good.”

Claire looked at her, and Dana could see her eyebrow furrow in concentration.

“Are you trying to influence me dear?” Dana said, “That is a no no.”

As Claire looked, the doctor’s eyes went black, her pupils dimming from blue to red, “Besides, you won’t have much success. Our department is prepared for such, scenarios.”

Claire’s eyes went wide, then a moan slipped from her lips as the tip of the dildo began to push into her.

“We have contact,” Dana said with a laugh as she hit a button that stopped it in place, “Now comes the fun part.” She hit another switch, and the arm retracted, slow, before sliding in again. It went deeper this time, Claire’s body trembled as the faux-penis sunk deep.

“Please,” She said, “Why are you doing this?”

Dana was walking back to her clipboard, and picked it up to check something else, “I’m glad you asked. You know most of the time, you things just sit there and scream at me until we are finished.”

The dildo kept on its slide, and despite her wrists held against their restraints, there was a blush to Claire’s cheeks. 

“You would be surprised what discoveries can be made when you’re willing to take a few risks. Take this lab for instance,” Dana said as she leaned over to take a closer look at the device’s progress.

The dildo was splitting her, the woman’s thighs squeezing around the machine’s every thrust. 

Claire let out a small moaned, then shook her head, “What?”

“She is proving resistant,” Dana said to no one, “I’m going to increase speeds before I move to stage 3 stimulation.”

Moving back to the console, Dana pressed a button, and the machine’s arm began to move faster. The soft mechanical whoosh of the arm was accompanied by the slight schlicking noise of Claire’s natural moisture.

Dana stuck a finger between Claire’s legs, sliding her finger over the woman’s sensitive button, and running down the side of her lips. Claire shivered at her touch. The doctor brought her fingers back, and looked at the slick fluid as if it was alien.

“I’m saying,” Dana said, “That your kind have been known to secret a special fluid. Fae-folk, is that what you call yourselves? Whatever the name, I have posited that it comes from a connection to nature.”

Dana licked her gloved finger, “Taste a lot like apples.”

Claire’s eyes were closed, her knees squeezing together, her hands balled into fists. Still, she couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to the machine, the slight squelching sound, the way her chest heaved with each impact, the way her hips moved against each thrust.

“It makes a wonderful additive,” Dana added, “Not everyone agrees on the flavor, I use it in my tea when they let me, but I’ve a colleague who insists on putting it in soups. The point is, you’re delicious.”

Claire couldn’t respond, her whole body was locked up in resistance, her breathing set to the arm’s rhythm. 

Dana let out a sigh, “Subject is continuing resistance, I’m going to move to manual stimulation to complete discharge procedure.”

She put down her clipboard, and pressed a button on the machine. The arm stopped, and retracted out and away from Claire’s body. The young woman let out a long trembling breath, then her eyes opened to see Dana right above her.

“I told you to just enjoy it,” Dana said as she her hand over the woman’s chest, “I’ve seen them pound a subject until it died of internal bleeding. A nasty way to go. Better to enjoy the ride.”

Her fingers came across the woman’s breast, then circled the covered areola, sliding up it until the nipple protruded enough to be visible through the material. She cupped it, and massaged the flesh.

“If you knew what I’ve been through,” Claire whispered, “You wouldn’t do this.”

“I’m not so sure,” Dana replied, bringing her lips to just above Claire’s, “My job is very satisfying.”

Dana licked her lips, then licked Claire’s. While the girl seemed to think of moving away, her eyes darting around the room, she didn’t move. Then their lips locked, Claire groaning against the doctor’s intruding tongue as their breath mixed. Dr. Chamberlain’s fingers squeezed her excited nipple, then massaged her chest.

“I don’t want this,” Claire said when she came up for air.

Dana stood, took off the glove on her right hand, and said, “You’ll learn to like it.”

Her fingers flexed, then slid between Claire’s thighs. Her thin fingers slid up the woman’s slick lips, the digits sliding in without trouble.

“I don’t think you’ll take long at all,” She said, “You are wet enough down here.”

Claire turned bright red and turned her head away, “Don’t say that.”

A pair of Dana’s fingers slipped in, and Claire gasped as they began to work in and out. The motion started slow, but picked up quick. Her skilled hand finding all the right places within Claire’s womanhood. 

Dana bent down to kiss her again, starting on her neck. Small pecks that lured the red-haired girl’s mouth toward hers. Claire was unable to resist, and their lips met again. Claire accepted her tongue, pulled at it, groaned into the doctor’s mouth.

She could feel herself reaching her end, her body felt tense, her muscles bundled up. She couldn’t help but force herself against the other woman’s hand, her whole chest felt hot. Every breath rubbed her nipples against her gown.

The kiss broke, “No, please, no,” Claire started to chant as Dana’s fingers continued their business.

“Climax for me, Ms. Lang,” Dana whispered, her eyes locked on the protesting girl.

Claire shook her head, closed her eyes, stretched her fingers. Dana’s hands were impossible to resist, her thumb sliding over her sensitive nub, her fingers alternating between diving deep, and stimulating her, the woman’s free hand massaged Claire’s breasts.

“I won’t,” Claire whispered, “I can’t.”

“Show me what you’re capable of,” Dana whispered.

“Get away,” Claire gasped, “I can’t stop it!”

Dana noted that Claire’s face was going more than red, it was crimson. The color was spreading over her from head to toe, as her flesh began to glow. Claire’s eyes were squeezed shut, but behind her lids a light flowed bright enough to penetrate her lids.

Claire’s whole body was wracked with pleasure, her back trying to arch against the restraints, and her toes curling as she let out a moan of ecstasy. 

Dr. Chamberlain had to step away as the young woman’s body erupted in light so bright that the room was whited out. When the flash cleared, Claire was still lying there. Her face the pinkish glow of a woman in after-glow.

Dana picked up her clipboard, and rounded the table to between Claire’s legs. A small dish was collecting Claire’s unreasonable discharge, almost like honey.

Dana checked a box, then she walked through the doors and into the next room.

Several men were there, mostly young, and scrambling to re-buckle their belts. 

“I assume you got all of that,” Chamberlain said as she scribbled more notes on the clipboard. She looked each of the men in the eyes, but none of them seemed willing to look back.

One nodded, “Yes ma’am, the recording was perfect. Except at the uhm, you know.”

“Orgasm,” She answered for him, “If you plan to survive this internship, I hope you boys learn a little professionalism. Cheiron doesn’t stand for slackers.”

The boys all stood at attention as best they could, “Yes, ma’am.”

Dana smiled, “Milk her, cage her, then call it a day.”