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Allie wished she'd closed her eyes before the exam had started because she had the displeasure of seeing the disappointment on Ricardo's face as he heard he would not be the first to defile her body.
She closed her eyes, unable to maintain visual connection with anyone in the room there to witness her humiliation.
Relief at feeling the digit removed from her pussy was short lived when the now lubricated finger pressed against her most private hole. She groaned in misery as the pressure from the thick digit increased until she felt its violation as it popped through the tight ring of her anal muscles. She bore down hard, trying her best to eject the unwanted intruder, helpless when it pressed deeper.
"Anal cavity is extremely tight. Suspect subject is anal virgin."
Ricardo's accented voice reached her ears. "Is that true? Are you an anal virgin, Miss Benson?"
She held her lips together in a tight line of defiance. They may be able to do as they wished to her body, but she didn't need to answer them. She didn't need to help them plan their debauchery.
The line of fire on her exposed inner thigh was immediate. Tears sprang to her eyes and her throat became raw from the scream wrenched from her. When she opened her eyes, an angry Ricardo had replaced his brother between her legs. In his hand she saw a two-foot long, two-inch wide strap of worn leather. Her eyes flew to her inner thigh to find a matching two-inch wide stripe across her flesh. It was already welting, inflamed from the powerful strike.
"You will obey me. One way or the other. It is up to you how many painful lessons you will require before you've learned." She hated this man with every ounce of her body. He smiled again, knowing he had the upper hand. "I'll ask again. Are you an anal virgin?"
She wanted to lie, knowing he would take joy in the truth, but she was too afraid of him to maintain her defiance. "Yes." Her voice was raw from screaming.
"Very good. I'll be happy to take care of that for you."
"Step back, Ricardo. I need to continue my baseline observations."
For ten more minutes Carlos and his assistance poked and prodded her every body part. Taking her pulse, blood pressure, and even measuring her pupil dilation. It was when his hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and describing their size and color in embarrassingly accurate detail that the first twinge of hunger registered.
She snapped her eyes closed, attempting to keep her body's reaction private. A strange kind of need gnawed at her, unlike any she had experienced before. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, which disturbed her more than she wanted to admit.
The hunger was not centered in her stomach, but lower. It took a few minutes of her inner conflict to decide it felt like there was a snake inside her, crawling through her blood, traveling lower and moving stealthily through her, burning every part of her it touched. The burn was centered on her clit, but it spread lower to her pussy lips and lower still to the puckered skin around her anus.
Within minutes the heat had spread upwards, touching her breasts, becoming almost unbearable as it settled in her nipples.
The sounds of the warehouse were muted, as if they were far away in a tunnel. Allie was still aware she was not alone, but the men surrounding her faded away, no longer important. The enemy was no longer external. It was inside her body now and as each moment progressed, she felt more helpless to fight against it.
Desperation. It was all she felt. God help her, but she needed to touch herself. She would surely die if she didn't. The sexual haze the wicked drug Carlos had injected into her bloodstream now threatened to drown her.
Urges. She was consumed by them. The urge to touch and rub every part of her body was soon replaced by the uncontrollable urge to fuck. She needed to be filled. The craving was primal, animalistic instinct. She knew she'd die without it.
Allie fought like a mad woman, thrashing to be free, refusing to calm even as she felt the leather strap connecting with her body.
God help her, but the contact felt good. Her body was on fire from the inside out now, joining with the lines of flame being applied to her skin—her breasts, thighs, stomach—Christ, he struck everywhere but where she really needed it.
"Ricardo, ¡suficiente! You are tainting my experiment."
"Fuck your experiment."
"We had a deal. Now step back."
No! Don't go.
Her mind betrayed her. She bit her tongue to prevent herself from begging them to stick something—anything—inside her. The need consumed her.
She heard them talking about her like she was a science experiment. "Interesting. As expected, the effects of the drug are much accelerated with injection into the blood stream. What was not expected was the increased intensity." She felt warm breath on her pussy as they inspected her up close and personal. "Her pleasure nub has quadrupled in size." His chuckle pissed her off. "I am able to see her pulse throbbing through her clit with my naked eye. This is a new result not previously observed on previous test subjects."
Lucky her.
As he stood to move away, she broke. She needed him to come back. To touch her. Bring her relief.
"Don't go! Touch me you bastard!"
Instead of touching her, Carlos looked at his watch, surprise registering as he asked his assistant to make a new notation. "That is twenty-three minutes faster than our previous oral patients. Clearly, injection will be the preferred method of delivery for those who can afford it. I see an excellent upsell opportunity for delivery to those that have the ability to pay... well, and to subdue their victims."
