Vol.4 Ch.28 – Midnight Talk
Chapter 28: Midnight Talk
Elaine really was the best of all worlds, Evelyn thought as she slowly came down from her orgasm, finding herself laying atop her girlfriend, her face smushed against her large breasts and her body wrapped up in her muscular arms, her flat tummy against Elaine's defined six-pack and Elaine's huge, scalding hot cock pressed against her thigh.
The perfect combination of soft and comfortingly muscular...
She was swooning, fucked into a hot mess and then cuddling into her lover. It wasn't like the intense forced orgasm bondage session the two of them had had a while ago but this definitely had its charms. Almost as intensely erotic but with a much nicer afterglow. She had some notion of wanting to get cleaned up but she found herself too tired to even bother. As she felt her eyelids drifting closed she felt Elaine's soft lips against her forehead.
“Love you, short stuff.”
“Love you, too,” she mumbled into Elaine's chest before falling asleep.
**
“I want to watch Elaine fuck you,” Alexis had said.
Cassie was still thinking of a tactful way to say that there was no way he'd be able to handle Elaine tonight after the working-over Alexis had given him but before he could open his mouth she clarified:
“Not tonight! Just...”
“Sure,” he mumbled out, glad to have gotten the syllable out.
His brain was a little fried. Despite how much of a degenerate he was, he'd never actually been fisted before. He'd had partners shove four fingers in there but never an entire hand. If Alexis hadn't had such dainty hands he never would have suggested it, either. And it had been slightly mind-blowing. The stretch, the filling, and of course the pressure on his prostate... Before meeting Elaine it would have been one of the most amazing experiences of his life. But now he found that it just created a craving inside him for something else.
He was totally down for what Alexis had suggested. Definitely not tonight. But soon? Absolutely. Having Elaine rut into him again would be amazing and having Alexis there to watch would make it even better.
Alexis' hand had been amazing but it was true what they said. For guys, being a bottom was largely about psychological stimulation. His ass had felt amazing, sure, but in the back of his mind had been the knowledge that she'd been doing it only for his benefit. She hadn't gotten any pleasure out of it, as evidenced by the fact that she was still dripping onto his floorboards in frustration. If Elaine fucked her it would feel better, sure, but a lot of that would be the knowledge that she'd be getting off on it as well. He could feel amazing while also being a receptacle for Elaine's lust.
“Come up here,” he told her gently, turning back around and sitting down on the bed, mostly to prove to himself that he still could. It was difficult. He was still quaking in the aftershocks of the orgasm she'd wrung out of him, after all, but he managed. He was spent, totally soft once more, and he was pretty sure that was the only reason Alexis didn't see a problem with cuddling into him. “That was amazing,” he told her, “thank you.”
“You're welcome,” she said, sounding a little shy. God, he totally understood why big strong Elaine had fallen for her.
“Now, how about we take care of this little problem?” he said, resting a hand on her womb, drawing her gaze to her beet-red, dripping wet pussy.
**
With Rachel preoccupied Jeanne hadn't had a lot of options for how to spend her evening. Elaine had left her in quite a state and so, with nobody to help her blow off steam she did what she always did when sexually frustrated: She threw herself into work.
The way to Lieutenant General Hayworth's office took him past his quarters and thanks to her superhuman hearing she could tell he was busy ah... chatting with his wife. Okay, so no talking to Hayworth, either.
The mermaids would probably be in their fish tank right about now and Jeanne didn't relish the idea of diving into mildly warm saltwater just for some company.
And so she went to find Stollos. She was pretty sure at least he would still be awake and interested in talking business, though as she made her way towards his labs her thoughts kept drifting.
She had become rather dependent on Rachel lately, hadn't she? Both physically and emotionally.
After finally admitting to her carnal desires Jeanne had become ravenous, needy enough that she could take everything Rachel was willing to gave her. Her cheeks reddened as she thought about all the filthy things Rachel had gotten her to do, things she never would have thought herself capable of but things that she now craved. She had become such a degenerate that she now looked forward to finding out what filthy, boundary-pushing perversions Rachel had in store for her every night.
But the emotional dependence was almost as bad. Jeanne had never really had anybody to talk to, no one who understood her, who just got her without her having to explain herself to. Someone who didn't judge and just accepted her. And just as she craved Rachel's touch she also craved the little instances of Rachel letting down her guard. The succubus was a much more emotional person than she liked to present herself as. The real Rachel wasn't as nonchalant, not as sultry and not as aloof. She was insecure and even a little silly. And Jeanne was pretty sure that very few people were privy to this knowledge, that Rachel didn't let many people see these sides of her.
That, at least, was real. She wasn't sure whether Rachel felt the same things for her that she felt. What she did know was that the way Rachel treated her went way beyond the casual flirting the succubus did with everyone else, that Rachel at the very least trusted her more than she did anyone else at the compound and that she wanted what she had with Rachel to continue for as long as possible.
But it also scared her. She had become so dependent on the demon for companionship and sex that a single evening without her was almost unbearable, even if she knew that the reason why Rachel wasn't available right now was actually a very good thing, at least for Abigail.
The door to Stollos' lab was slightly ajar, light spilling out onto the hallway from inside it. No mad scientist laughter was coming out of the lab, which Jeanne took as a good sign that he wasn't currently doing something too involved to talk to her.
“Come in, Jeanne,” his voice echoed out as she approached the door.
She startled a little. “How did you know it was me?”
“Cameras,” he said simply. Did he link the security cameras to his CARD? “Anything I can help you with?”
She gathered her thoughts. What had she wanted to talk to him about? Well, she'd had a couple ideas but mostly she had hoped that whatever he was working on would spark a conversation. And what he was working on, what he was hunched over his workbench was... a tangle of tubes.
“This is...”
“Ah,” he said, leaning back and letting her get a better look. “This is the life support system that was used on the woman 25— Aurora calls Subject 202.”
Jeanne felt the corners of her mouth tick up as even Stollos went out of his way to call Aurora by her name rather than the clinical number Caulder had given her. But then the words sank in. Those tubes were... “When you say life support system...?”
“Yes,” he said. “Most of this is a way to filter nutrients out of waste products, making sure the subject would need as little nourishment as possible to sustain itself. Quite efficient, if you don't care how inhumane it is.”
She didn't say anything. It wasn't the worst thing Caulder had done, far from it, but it was still vile. “Why would he do that?”
“As a warning to those who would oppose him, a cautionary example to those of his servants that still have their free will left,” he said. “This is what awaits them if they displease him. And the waste repurposing was the least of it.”
She opened her mouth to ask what he meant by it but one look at his expression and she shut her mouth. If it was enough to give Stollos pause she was sure she wouldn't want to know.
“I assume that if she ever wakes up, if her mind does not simply shut down, her first request will be for us to kill her.” He said it dispassionately, with barely any emotion, but she could tell it bothered him deeply.
“The least we can do is talk her out of it,” Jeanne said.
“I would prefer to leave that conversation to you and Rachel,” he said.
She nodded. He probably wouldn't be the best person to talk in that situation, yeah. “If anyone can, I think it will be Aurora.”
“Probably,” he said.
“Why are you examining the device though?”
“Pardon?” he asked.
“This device,” she said. “It's part of how he broke this woman, yes, but you know that. What's there to examine?”
“What are you insinuating?” he asked. He didn't sound defensive, exactly, but...
“Nothing,” she said. “It's just... You don't seem like the kind of person who would be overly interested in finding out how torture devices work.”
He gave her a wry smile. “True. No, this has nothing to do with finding out how exactly he was humiliating her. This is...” He sighed. “Caulder and I used to be colleagues once. Friends, even. He was always driven but he wasn't always like this. He went off the deep end, yes, and that is why I cut ties with him, but... Even then he would never have worked with Outsiders. I want to know when that changed. And so the reason I am examining this thing is to find any traces of Outsider interference in the device. These two women, Aurora and 202, they were both modified fairly recently. But I can't find any Outsider energy in either of them, not in their bodies and not in their implants.”
“So he started working with Outsider energy more recently,” Jeanne said. “It corrupts, we knew that.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, “but Outsider corruption is a gradual thing. It doesn't happen suddenly, like flipping a switch. Except here it did. Something he worked on less than two years ago has no trace of Outsider interference but something like the Red Rider is so deep into Outsider research that it had to have taken him a year of work.”
“And what does that mean?” she asked.
“I think it means he gained the ability to summon and control Outsider energy very suddenly, something that simply doesn't happen normally.”
“What are you saying?”
“This is a hypothesis,” he said, “but I'm quite certain of it. I think Caulder is involved with whoever caused the Invasion.”
“Involved, but not the cause?” she asked.
“Not the cause,” he agreed. “If he was the cause his work would have been reeking of Outsider corruption years ago but it didn't.”
“But that would mean that if we catch him we could learn what caused the Invasion,” Jeanne said. “We might even...” She didn't even dare to voice it.
“If he knows who or what is responsible, he might know how to fix it,” Stollos finished.