A Sense Of Touch: Exploited

I would strongly suggest that if you have arrived here without first reading, the introductory scene-setting story, 'A Sense Of Touch: Discovery,' then you should put this one on hold and read that story first. Otherwise you may be missing important information which will add to your enjoyment of this, the second story in the series.

Marie; remember her? Yes, that Marie, my lab assistant, the one who first encountered the nerve agent because of an accident in the lab. The one who became voraciously sexual in the isolation room after the accidental contamination. The shy modest Marie who helplessly stripped off all her clothing, and masturbated herself to an orgasm, not once, but twice as I watch dutifully from the observation room.

I had kept a close eye on her, health wise after her accidental exposure to the contaminant, and had ran a series of checks on her three times a week for four weeks after the incident. Just blood and urine test to check everything was okay, and I saw nothing untoward, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I had declared her risk free, and discontinued the frequent check-ups after that. We were both highly relieved, as any exposure to an experimental agent could prove fatal, or have long term implications for her health. Luckily, the nerve agent we were working on was designed to be none lethal, with no long term effects.

You may also remember I told you that she was a very quiet, almost shy woman, and yet very attractive at the same time with seemingly very little awareness of just how attractive she was. A very modest person, not known for her outward display of sexuality, someone who always dressed modestly, and stayed under the radar.

Since the accident, things had become a little strained between us. She would blush, if we met in the corridors, or when we met in the mornings just before starting work. She seemed to get over her shyness pretty quickly once the day's work began, it was just those awkward unexpected meetings, and those first meetings of the day that were a problem for her.

Imagine my surprise then, when I was sitting in the staff lounge one evening, and Marie came in. Most of the others had gone home, but there was something I wanted to check again before I could leave. It wouldn't take long, but I fancied a cup of coffee first. I hadn't had anything since lunchtime, and wanted a cup of something hot and sweet to keep me going until later.

The door opened, and I looked up to see who it was, a perfectly natural reaction, and there was Marie, eyes wide with surprise when she saw me sitting there, my coffee in hand, reading some scientific journal. She blushed again, and I thought she was going to go back out, but she hesitated, just a little bit too long, and then as if making her mind up came in, shutting the door behind her.

She went up to the mini kitchen, made herself some coffee too, and I tried to concentrate on what I was reading, but I was finding it difficult. Coffee made, she came over to me and I looked up at her as she stood beside me.

'Would you mind awfully if I sat with you' she began, blushing even more furiously than normal, 'I want to ask you something.' The mere fact that she has summoned up the courage to talk to me again was intriguing.

'Of course Marie, you know you can always talk to me, anytime you want,' I assured her, 'and that's always been the case,' I hesitated before adding, 'but lately you seem to be avoiding me, and of course I can understand why. You shouldn't feel bad about what happened you know, it wasn't your fault.' She smiled, a sort of wan, hesitant smile, and just nodded, but sat down at the other end of the couch. It was designed to seat three, so there was a decent gap between us, enough for us both to sit back and turn towards each other.

'In a way, that's what I want to talk to you about,' she said, so quietly I almost missed what she was saying and I asked her to speak up.

'I'm sorry, but I just find the whole subject so embarrassing,' she tried to explain. 'I know I shouldn't, after all, you've already seen me... undressed... doing things no one else has ever seen... oh god,' she said adding, 'but I do, I feel terribly embarrassed, and that's the problem really and I feel so ashamed sometimes,' and she hid her face in her hands. I waited quietly for her to get over it, and eventually she looked up at me again.

'I want to ask you something, and I'm finding it really difficult, but this has been eating away at me ever since that night.' I nodded and asked her to continue. 'First of all, I want to thank you again for letting me delete the evidence of my... how can I put it... my indiscretion. You didn't need to delete it, and I know it's actually against the rules to delete video evidence, but you did, and that was very kind of you, and I'm so grateful.' I knew there was a point to this somewhere, but her embarrassment was making her drag it out.

'Well, although you deleted my files,' she began hesitantly, picking up confidence a little as she spoke, 'I know you deleted what we had been working on too, but only after you downloaded the formula we had been working on to a flash drive. I couldn't help but notice,' she added, 'you didn't try to hide what you were doing from me.' I nodded to confirm that she was right, but said nothing.

'Have you been working on the formula at home?' she asked me, getting straight to the point. 'I remember you once told me you'd set up a lab at home a few years ago... and... I wondered if you'd been working on it.' Well, I wasn't about to lie to her, she was my personal and highly valued assistant and friend, and had seen what she had seen. It was best to be honest, because if she thought I was lying to her she would never trust anything I said again, and I was interested to find out what she was thinking of anyway.

'Yes Marie, I have,' I replied, 'I've just been trying to refine it, and make sure it isn't dangerous to anyone I test it on in future.' I didn't mention my anonymous friend who I had seduced a few days before, it didn't seem relevant, and I was beginning to get an inkling of what Marie was thinking.

'Is it safe now, do you think?' she asked, and I could see the sparkle in her eyes, her shyness forgotten for the time being. She seemed quite excited.

'I've done extensive tests, but only on lab mice,' I told her in my serious, scientific voice, 'and they've exhibited no ill effects, and I've watered it down a little, so it's not quite so powerful, but yes, I believe it's safe.' She said nothing, head bowed now, looking at her hands fiddling nervously in her lap. I realised she was working up the courage to say something, so I waited, but I knew what she was going to say before she said it.

'You need human trials now, don't you, that's your next step,' she stated, and of course she was right, that was the obvious next step. She didn't know of course that the human trials had already begun with my mystery anonymous mistress with no name, and had proved highly successful.

'Yes, that's the logical next step,' I agreed. 'I'll have to find some willing volunteers to take part in trials, but that may take some time to organise.' There was a silence, as we both thought about what had been said.

'I'll do it,' she said abruptly, volunteering herself, 'I'll test it for you,' and she looked at me, blushing again, we both knew what she was offering to do, she knew what would happen.

'Are you sure Marie?' I asked, trying to put her off, 'I want you to be absolutely sure of what you're doing. You really need to be one hundred per cent sure,' I emphasised again, and she nodded in agreement 'Why are you doing this Marie?' I asked finally.

'I never told you... I couldn't tell you before... it was too embarrassing, but I was absolutely rampant sexually for days afterwards,' she confessed. I must have looked surprised, but she continued, seemingly unable to keep it to herself anymore. 'I've never felt anything so wonderful, or so powerful, never felt that good about myself. I loved it. I couldn't... I can't... stop thinking about it, but as good as it was in the days afterwards, it didn't compare to the way I felt with that first flush of the drug in my system. That was amazing, life changing.'

'This will sound bad,' she said quietly, sounding embarrassed again. 'but I... I want... I want to feel that again. I need to feel that good again. Please say yes...please,' then her confidence seemed to evaporate. 'Unless of course you don't want me,' her voice tailed off, and she looked disappointed, but then she grinned with delight when I nodded my head in approval. 'Thank you,' she almost whispered, sounding highly emotional and relieved.

'You understand of course Marie that you won't be locked in a containment facility the next time, and the consequences will be entirely on your own head' I asked her and she nodded her head eagerly.

'Okay, but we'll have to draft a disclaimer form, a legal document that absolves me of any liability in possible future actions,' I told her, and she confirmed that it would be no problem. 'Right then, let's get a writing pad and draw up a document together. I want you to be heavily involved in the creation of this document, and I'll also get you to sign the standard medical trials document. This special one we are going to draft between us, is purely from the sexual angle. We'll both sign it, one copy to you and one copy to me,' and she agreed wholeheartedly, with no hesitation on her part.

Half an hour later we had an agreement drawn up and typed, which we printed out and we both signed it. Only one thing remained.

'When do you want to do this?' I asked, and she surprised me again.

'Now... right now... if we can... please,' she added. 'Is there a pill, or an injection, how do you administer the dosage, how do I get it?' I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and retrieved a little unbreakable plastic vial and held it up for her to see.

'Is that it?' she asked with a tremor in her voice, looking at it curiously, and I confirmed that it was. She was actually shaking with excitement, smiling all over her beautiful face. I carefully unscrewed the top and putting my finger over the open mouth of the vial I upended it so a little of the liquid wet my finger tip. That was all that was required, and I carefully put the top back on again and screwed it tight. It's powerful stuff. She looked at me, no doubt wondering what came next.

'Hold out your wrist,' was all I said, and she pulled the sleeve of her blouse up revealing a few inches of her wrist and arm, I noticed her hand was shaking too. I dabbed my finger on the inside of her wrist, transferring most of the liquid to her skin, right over the pale blue veins I could see under her milky white, almost translucent skin, and rubbed it into her wrist. It would react pretty quickly, just a few minutes at most.

Now the deed was done and we both sat back and waited, and then she slid across to my side of the couch and came into my arms.

'Hold me,' she said quietly, 'I'm nervous... a little... frightened,' hugging me tightly, trembling a little, so I held her. She felt soft and warm, her perfume was something subtle and expensive, she smelt good.

My cock had no need of contact with the nerve agent. It had been hard since she volunteered to be my human lab mouse, because I knew if she took it, I'd be fucking her very shortly afterwards, and I remembered how lovely she looked naked. I was achingly hard already, and that was partly due to the nerve agent I'd had on the tip of my finger when administering it to Marie. I wasn't unaffected by it, just less of an effect than she was getting, because I'd developed the antidote against the strongest effects I would have felt otherwise. She had no such antidote, and I knew that right now it was ravaging through her body like a flash flood or an out of control forest fire.

My shy and modest Marie made the next move, and there was no way I could be mistaken or disappointed about the efficacy of my formula. Her hand went straight down, and she felt for my cock, touching me through the fabric of my trousers. She wanted it, there could be no doubt.

'Take it out... please,' she pleaded, her breathing beginning to get out of control. I spread my legs wide, and pointed to the floor. 'If you want it, you take it out,' I teased her, and she immediately slipped off the couch, and knelt on the floor between my outspread legs. She looked at me, her lovely face flushed with excitement already.

'I suppose... I suppose... I should tell you... what's happening to... me?' she asked. I was amused, simply because I knew she could hardly think straight because she was so horny, but she was still trying to be the dispassionate scientist.

'If you can, but if you experience a sexual, "brain fog," then it's okay to tell me afterwards.' I told her, and straight away, her mind went back to what she really wanted and that was my cock. She unbuckled my belt, opened the fastening and pulled the zip down, and within seconds her hand had wriggled through the opening in my boxers, got a hold of my cock and pulled him back out through opening.

'Oh my god, it's lovely,' she gasped out, and she began to stroke her hand up and down, feeling my hardness. Her other hand I noticed, was fully engaged elsewhere, up her skirt, between her spread knees.

'Why don't you suck it?' I suggested, and she looked at me uncertainly.

'Suck your... cock?' she queried, and then, 'I don't... know how to... never done... I've never done that before,' she admitted, and leading her further astray, I assured her it was easy, all she had to do was put it in her mouth and don't bite. I stressed the, 'don't bite,' part heavily.

Once I explained that, there was absolutely no hesitation, she leaned further forward, looking at me wide eyed as she did it, and I had the pleasure of seeing her gorgeous mouth open wide and envelop my knob. Her mouth felt hot, wet, and so very soft as she delicately bobbed her head up and down a couple of times experimentally.

'Mmm... I love it,' she moaned, as her hand under her skirt seemed to be hitting all the right spots too. 'Oh my... fuck,' she gasped out, and without any warning, got up from between my knees, pulled her skirt up higher, and her panties down. She stepped out of them, and threw them on the couch beside me, and I could see that they were soaked already. She didn't care, she only had two things on her mind, my cock and her cunt.

'Please... I need it...please,' she said sounding a little anguished.

'Sit on it,' I suggested.

'What... how?' she asked. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'is she so inexperienced she doesn't know how to do this?' So, I reached out and pulled her to me, closing my legs together so she could straddle me with hers, and she figured it out straight away, kneeling over me on the couch with her legs apart, her pussy just inches from my cock.

Her pussy looked amazing and my cock, already hard seemed to get harder at the prospect of being immersed in this beautiful example of female genitalia. The first time I had seen her pussy weeks before, her pubic hair had been trimmed really short, but now it was gone! Shaved or waxed, I didn't really care about the method, it was only the result that appealed to me, and the result was perfect. She had quite big labia, hanging down wetly and gaping open from her self-fingering of a few moments ago. She looked amazing, breathtaking, 'what a fabulous pussy,' I thought, and for now it was all mine.

Her wetness shone in the light, already glistening on the inside of her groin and thighs. It was all too obvious to me that she was producing prodigious amounts of lubricating juices, and all designed by nature to help my cock slide into her pussy. She may have been inexperienced, but she knew instinctively what to do next, and I watched as a very elegant hand reached down, took hold of my cock and guided me to where we both wanted my cock to be. Not so much, 'knocking on heaven's door,' as nudging, and her pussy lips gave way, opening wetly for me.

She was so incredibly wet, there was very little resistance at all, and she sank down on me, just enough for my cock to breach her entrance, she groaned loudly, pulled back a little and sank lower again, and now my knob was in her, past the first inch or so, and from there she slowly let herself sink and drop down until my pubic mound, met hers. She was in, she had all of me there was to have.

Her tits were right on my face level, and so I reached for them, feeling her softness through the material of her blouse and bra. That would have to go, so I unbuttoned her blouse and she watched me doing it, her pussy squirming a little, settling herself more comfortably on my cock.

I had the blouse open in a few seconds, and pulled from the waistband of her skirt, caressing and squeezing her tits thought the bra, eliciting quiet little moans of approval from her. I reached round behind her to unfasten the bra, feeling the softness of her skin as I did it, but she impatiently bypassed that and just pulled her bra up over her tits and presented them to me.

Twin beauties right in my face. What's a man to do? My mouth latched onto her left nipple, while my left hand played with her right breast. Oh my god, they were lovely, and my tit play launched her pussy into movement, and she began to move so very sensuously, fucking the welcome intruder in her pussy, moaning helplessly as the sensations deep in her body began to mount, responding to the stimulation in her breasts and pussy.

'Oh my god... so good... everything... every... thing I... I thought... hoped... it would be,' and she pulled up off my cock further. She almost lost it, but using her hand quickly threaded me back between her pussy lips and sank down on my dick... hard... uttering a loud moan of delight.

'Oh fuck yes... that... s'what... I dreamed of,' she moaned with approval as she fucked my cock into her hole again and again. Meanwhile I was feeling every inch of her soft and supersensitive skin, massaging her arse cheeks, stroking the skin of her back, and then my main points of interest, her amazing tits. I didn't just play with them, I worshipped them with my hands and mouth, all adding to the sensory overload that was lifting her higher and higher emotionally and erotically.

We moved as one, with one common aim, and that was to suck as much pleasure from each other as possible, and to give as much pleasure as possible in return, and in my mind we were doing just fine. I knew Maria was getting close to orgasm from her gasps and moans. She was gradually moving her delightful arse faster and faster, driving herself onto my stiff cock with an increasing urgency, becoming quite frantic in her efforts.

I reached down between our bodies and her legs and fingered her clitoris, strumming back and forth across it. This more direct stimulation was enough, and she took off like a rocket.

'Oh fuck yes... oh my god...oh fuck... coming... coming,' she moaned loudly, really loudly, reminding me momentarily that we were in a public place, the office staff lounge, but that thought lasted all of two seconds. I had more pressing things to think about, like Maria's internal muscles rippling and caressing, sucking at my cock as her pussy spasmed with the powerful orgasm that was wracking her body. I'd wanted to fuck her for months after seeing her naked during the containment breech, and here she was, naked, wet, filled with enthusiasm and my cock, and fucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. Her excitement took me with her and I felt that warning, the unmistakeable tickle at the root of my cock. I couldn't hold back, fuck, I didn't want to hold back, and I recklessly let myself go. I surged in a rush of ecstasy as my balls squirted my come the length of my cock, squirt after squirt, right into the depths of her pussy. She shrieked, there's no other word for it, she shrieked out her delight as she felt my come flood her depths.