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{ASSM} Compound X13.1 {Yotna El'toub} (SciFi F/F F/f WS M/Tg mild zoo
(plot related)) 2/11
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for
this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause
this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter Four: Rescue


It was cold and dark and wet, this much she knew, but nothing more.
Slowly Anita's vision swam around, focused and became diffuse again.
Agonizingly she crawled up the side of the ditch staggering on to the
damp verge, and then limping markedly started off down the road. Not
that she knew where she was headed, she didn't, her memory was
temporarily wiped, it just felt right to walk this way back to...
something? As her feet unsteadily traced back her cycle ride from the
lab her undamaged left hand unconsciously slid inside the front of her
jeans and slowly stroked her short pubic hair.

How far she had walked before the car pulled over she couldn't say;
the first that she was aware of it was when the young girl driving
asked in soft tones "Are you O.K." Anita replied as steadily as she
could "I'm not sure, something has happened to me!" Julie lent forward
and saw the bruised face more clearly; the plaster hanging off just
above Anita's partly closed right eye & the gashed chin. "What the
hell happened to you?", "Not sure" is all that Anita could mutter as
she collapsed into the comfort of the cars seat.

Julie lent across looking in to the tiny woman's vacant eyes,
"Hospital for you then...", "NO" screamed the woman "NO, no Hospitals,
they have labs, NO labs, NO LABS...". "Christ, calm down O.K. no
hospitals, just stop round mine for a while". "O.K. thanks, thanks,
thanks..." the girl sighed. Julie thought to her self as she relaxed in
to the seat "Yeah, just long enough for me phone the hospital, or may
be the police..." The car sped along the road for half a mile before
shuddering to a halt, at the side of the road lay a woman's bike,
twisted beyond use. Julie got out of the car and looked at the bike,
caught on one of the pedals was a strip of jeans; the material matched
the ones the girl was wearing!

"Now I really need to get you checked out lady," she mused before
striding back to the car. As she settled back into her seat she
glanced across to the woman, her back was arched as her hand busily
moved inside the front of her jeans. "What the hell are you doing?",
"Oh, I have a pain low in my stomach it helps if I massage it" Anita
dreamily replied. "Oh, O.K. it just looked as if you were.... No that's
stupid you would hardly be doing that if you've just been knocked off
your bike!". "Mmmmm, What...." Anita purred as she continued with a
more languid motion her knuckles circling under the denim. "Oh,
nothing, forget it" Julie drove on in silence; still feeling slightly
uncomfortable as the pretty woman rhythmically moaned.

Julie helped the shorter woman to the support of the lounge sofa and
then stood back to look more fully to look at the person she had
rescued. She was quite slight and very dark; striking really, at least
if she hadn't had looked so disheveled. Her tee shirt was torn making
one of her ample breasts more visible than it should have been, with a
subtle hint of dark nipple. "Just as well I'm a girl, a guy could have
taken advantage of this" Julie thought to her self. She picked up her
mobile phone, and started to dial.

Just then the slumped woman separated her thighs and strained
slightly, it took a second for Julie to register what was happening,
but the dark stain seeping out from her crotch could only indicate one
thing. "Shit, don't you pee on my leather sofa", dropping her phone
instantly, Julie grabbed her and bundled her to the bathroom at the
rear of the bungalow. Sitting the limp form astride the pan of the
toilet she peeled off the saturated clothes dropping them without
ceremony into the bath. The girl perched naked apart from her ripped
tee shirt on the toilet seat; slowly she sank backwards until her back
rested against the cistern. Julie glanced down, and was amazed to see
the girl's hard clitoris sticking proudly out a couple of inches
further than the trimmed dark pubic hair. Quietly she bent to take a
closer look.

Embarrassingly the seated woman noticed her curiosity and held strong
eye-to-eye contact for just too long. "I'm sorry, I've never looked
closely at another girl, and you are so different to me..." Julie
burbled her apology. Julie saw a swift motion to the bottom of her
vision, sweeping her eyes down she watched in horror as Anita reached
down and rubbed her clit like a small cock, one, two, three long
strokes, and bang! The slim girl convulsed, her slick vagina
contracted and shot gobs of thick juices all over Julies face! Worse
still Julie's mouth was open and some of the slimy juices landed on
her unwilling tongue. Julie immediately retched and flew to the bath
tap to gulp mouthfuls of clean, pure water.

Now she was mad, who the hell did this slut think she was, Julie swung
around to confront her. She was a lot closer than expected, almost
touching Julie's body. "I'm so sorry, it was the accident with the
monkey, I'm confused please let me stay". "Monkey, monkey" mused the
disoriented girl. Julie's anger disappeared, "No, I'm sorry - you are
clearly concussed, lets get the medics now". "Please let me rest for a
while first" the girl pleaded "On the sofa...I'll be good". "O.K."
replied Julie, "but just for an hour".

Julie settled her down and then walked to her bedroom, even after
cleaning her teeth twice, Julie could still taste the unpleasant
flavor of the girl's juices. Just as well I'm not a dyke, I would
never cope, she thought as she drifted off into a fitful sleep.


Chapter Five: Further Research


Dr Glenn drove the last few miles to the lab in deep thought. How was
she going to break the news to Dr Marsh that funding was to be
withdrawn? Drexel Pharma was pulling the plug on the female sexual
dysfunction range, it had a new active for insomnia; and that was top
dog and the priority. Dr Marsh would be shattered, two years of work
and now this! Amanda had a deep respect for the academic as a
scientist, but she had never really got on with her. Jenna was too
tied up in the job; she needed an outlet, someone like her Tom to let
her see real life and love. Amanda Glenn smiled to her self; their
lovemaking had been passionate this morning. Despite the early start,
something's took priority.

Jenna busied her self in the operating theater making certain all
eventualities were covered. Finally all was prepared Jenna stood back
and admired her handiwork. Her left hand meanwhile slipped under her
lab coat and firmly tweaked her stiffened right nipple. Her fondling
was rudely interrupted by the booming PA "Dr Jenna Marsh to Reception,
visitor". As Jenna walked the long corridor to the front of the
building she was aware of her clitoris swelling and pushing against
the silk thong nestled between her thighs. Remarkably she paused only
once to stroke it, licking her fingers clean just before she slid
through the double doors to shake hands with Amanda Glenn.

"Good to see you again" Jenna smiled softly at the tall blond ice
maiden "And you, although my visit is more formal than usual". "What
about a coffee before we discuss progress, considerable progress I'm
pleased to say?" suggested Jenna. "Sure, the freeway was a killer this
morning, I could do with a shot," replied Amanda "Crap, this is going
to be harder than I thought" she silently mused. Jenna followed Dr
Glenn down the corridor to the canteen, watching the tight cheeks of
her ass struggle with the well-cut business suit. However, she
resisted the impulse to reach out an exploratory hand to check out the
mystery between the firm globes, it was still too early for that!

"Sit down, and I will get you a cup, milk? Sugar?" asked Jenna "Oh not
for me, I prefer my coffee as it comes" Amanda retorted. "Well almost"
thought Jenna. They sat for 10 minutes chatting about life, as always
Amanda made frequent references to Tom, her seemingly perfect partner.
Finally Amanda worked up the courage to tackle the cuts "Now this is
going to be difficult" she started "There are going to be some
enforced changes..." Amanda stopped and swallowed hard "Excuse me I
need the restroom desperately, sorry!" Jenna smiled reflectively as Dr
Glenn rushed out of the crowded canteen. "I'll give it 5 minutes so
nobody notices, then I'll slip out" Jenna thought as she crossed her
legs again, the action playfully rolling her fat clitoris between her
smooth thighs.

Amanda sat in the small cubicle trying to pull her self together.
Where had that come from? The obscene urge to push her bare foot
between Dr Marsh's thighs had been overwhelming. "It must be a
reaction to stress", she thought. Try as she might she found it
increasingly hard not to think about her toes sinking in to wetness of
Jenna's clammy cunt. "Stop it" she finally shouted to her self and
eventually regaining her composure left the stall.

Standing in front of the mirror in the restroom was a young woman, not
much more than a teenager; she turned and asked unsurely "Are you
O.K.?" "Sure" Amanda replied unsteadily "Just nervous energy" she
lied. The slim figure rotated back to the mirror and continued to
apply her lipstick. There was an amazing fragrance in the restroom, so
tempting, what was that smell? Amanda realized it came from the girl,
she could smell the girl's musk. Bending slightly forward she
positioned her face just above the small of the slim figures back. She
breathed the intoxicant in deeply, savoring the smell of fresh, pure
pussy.

Amanda straightened up, very aware of her stiff nipples brushing
against her formal cotton blouse, and then moved closer to the girls
back. With a sensual movement Amanda slipped her hands under the light
cotton tee shirt and caressed the small breasts of the startled girl.
She could feel the puffy nipples tighten under her fingers, just
before they were ripped away from her gratefully cupping fingers by
the teenagers rapid twist away from her." Get away from me you lezbo,"
screamed the girl before rushing through the restroom door.

Amanda Glenn sank to her knees, what had she done? She had just thrown
away years of hard work in a single stupid act! The girl was sure to
complain, and rightly so, Amanda had just molested her! Tears streamed
down her face, she was crushed. Even then in her midst of her distress
she was aware of her pulsing clit erecting and straining against the
gusset of her Gucci pants. It was too pleasant to resist, and sliding
both her hands inside her tailored trousers she pressed the heel of
her hands where her slim lips met and came, panting her passion in to
the cool air of the deserted restroom.

As soon as she recovered she went to the sink and glanced at her self
in the mirror. Her Blond bun had unwound with long strands cascading
to her shoulders, her blouse clung to her pert breasts and the
straining humps of her nipples were very clear. "This won't do!"
thought Amanda; "I look like a common slut, not advisable if I am to
defend myself against that misguided girls accusation". Amanda now
felt confident, she had it all back in control again, and she for one
wasn't about to sacrifice her job and Tom for some attractive
undergraduate she had fumbled with. As she washed her thick juices
from her hands the next peak hit her, hard, it was so intense! The
room seemed to swim before her. Slowly the blackness descended and
Amanda crumpled to the floor.

Jenna chuckled to her self as Kate tore past her in the corridor, the
confused look on the girls tear streaked face combined with her
protruding virginal nipples confirmed all that Jenna need to know
experiment had truly worked. Satisfied she made her way to the
restroom.


Chapter Six: Innocence


Kate sat for a long time in the canteen trying to come terms with the
attack in the restroom. The woman didn't look mad, in fact Kate was
pretty sure she was an important external visitor. So why? Why her? It
had happened before, why did gay girls go for her? She should report
this, that woman might take a fancy to any of the girls working in the
unit. But then the police would know, and they might want to look into
her past, but it had never been her, she'd never even wanted it! Kate
decided to let things be, nobody here needed to know of her problems.

Kate knew she wasn't gay, well at least she thought not; never having
had sex it was a bit difficult to be sure. But, no all her fantasies
were with men. When it got too much she would rub her self off to
sleep thinking of Jake's cock. Jake worked at her local garage, and
wore these incredible tight jeans. I mean she'd never seen his tool in
the flesh but she could just about picture it in her minds eye! Still,
she had to stop thinking about Jake, the familiar dampness told her
she was getting turned on. Everyone knew work wasn't the place for
that!

Calmed a little Kate left the security of the canteen and headed back
towards the lab. Two hours more of routine tests and then support in
the operating theater, hey that at least should be interesting!
Sitting there endlessly pippetting solutions her mind drifted back to
the restroom, and then the first time. Six years ago, she had only
been 13 for god's sake! She had been away for her first trip at guide
camp, and after a long trek she had fallen asleep in minutes. Then the
dream came, she was laying on a warm beach with the most wonderful
sexy feeling, she didn't have to do a thing, the waves were gently
lapping at her wet spot and making her shiver.

Something had woken her, the tropical beach was gone, but the lapping
and the feeling continued. Confused she looked down the bed to see a
face slick with wetness appear from under the covers of her camp bed.
It was Victoria her tent mate! Kate had sat upright recoiling from the
feelings inside her. She was too shocked to say anything. Then
Victoria had stood there quite calmly in the dim light pulled up her
long tee shirt and fingered her self off in front of her. Minutes
later Victoria was fast asleep, leaving Kate to cry and watch the dawn
rising through the gap in the tent flap. Kate left camp that morning
after a frantic mobile call home, by the end of the week she had quit
the guides forever.

Then there was that time Sue had visited, it had been great, and Kate
and her closest friend and her spent nearly a week together. They
listened to CD's talked for hours into the night and even tried a
little booze when Mom was out at the meal with Dad. Being 15 of course
sex came up! Sue was desperate for Jason, and told Kate in some detail
how she was going to suck him off after the holidays. That turned Kate
on a bit and she wriggled a little uncomfortably as the tale came to
its climax. Sue suddenly disappeared through her bedroom door "I need
a pee, oh, just a pee nothing else" she said with great mirth.

Left alone Kate took the opportunity to slip a hand into her jeans and
rub her moistness, thinking all the time of Jason's cock in Sue's
hungry mouth. The shout was loud and pained "Get out of my house, go
on get out Sue!" Mom's voice cracked. Kate rushed to her friends aid;
whatever Sue had done she was Kate's best mate. Kate stood beside her
Mom in the doorway of the restroom and gaped; astride the toilet sat
Sue right hand inside her sweatshirt rubbing her left breast, and her
left hand busily wedged between her stretched legs. Over her face was
a pair of Kate's soiled pants and you could see clearly the motion of
her tongue as it explored the gusset.

Kate had dissolved into tears, and run back to her room, diving on to
her bed and burying her face into the comforter. By the time the
crying stopped and Kate went downstairs Sue had been dispatched, her
Mom never mentioned it again; all links with the girl were cut. Kate
knew she was still somewhere local, as she sometimes saw her creepy
brother Joe drive by the lab. But she was never tempted to make
contact, close as she had been to Sue; something's were just too
gross!

"A penny for your thoughts" Jenna whispered in to Kate's ear lightly.
It may have been nearly silent but the effect was electrifying. Kate
shot six inches off the lab stool, the pippettor clattered to the
floor." God you frightened me," squealed Kate. "Sorry you were
obviously enjoying day dreaming too much," quipped Jenna. Kate blushed
deeply "No not really" Kate replied softly. "Anyway I'm doing the
operation early if you want to help" Jenna asked. "Yup sure" Kate
confirmed as she leapt from the stool and followed Jenna to the
theater.

Part two of eleven
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Foot Notes
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