This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and is meant
for adults only. Stop reading now if you are below 18.
A quick note to readers. This is my first story, so please be gentle in
your comments :-). Besides, English isn't my first language. Continue at
your own risk ;-) Either way, have fun.
Project Phoenix by Meg
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With sinking heart Kevin Barnett stared at the blurry wall of the tram
tunnel. The speeding carriage was taking him somewhere he dreaded to go.
He shifted in his seat slightly, slowly turning his head away from the
window, towards the dark interior of the carriage. A very mean penis gag
forced into his mouth two hours ago kept him from making any sudden
movements. Several leather straps wound around his head held the business
part of the gag securely home. And there was nothing he could do about
this. His wrists were shackled to a belt tightly hugging his waist, which
in turn was secured by a five inch chain to the seat behind his back.
The carriage jumped on the tracks, sending Kevin several inches into the
air. Five inch stilettos locked on his feet thuded hollowly when they hit
the floor. They were part of a clever restraint set, which kept his feet
very effectively immobilized on the floor.
Kevin closed his eyes, recalling the chain of events which put him in
this situation.
Chapter 1
Kevin stood in a shady corner peering at the manhole he was about to
enter. He checked his watch. It was five to midnight, Hannah should be
there any minute. The manhole would lead them to an enormous government
facility on the outskirts of Brunswick they'd been preparing to
infiltrate for the past few months.
They chose this particular manhole because of its isolated location. Most
likely they would need to stay inside and on the other side until the
morning, and nobody would pay attention to an open manhole located in a
small dirty one-way alley.
For the third time this evening Kevin recalled the route they needed to
take in the labyrinth below. Almost an hour of crawling in the damp
tunnels was required to reach their destination. Kevin shifted anxiously
and took another glance at his watch. 'Where are you Hannah?' he thought
impatiently.
***
Kevin had met Hannah at the beginning of his investigation into the huge
mysterious installations appearing all over the country. He learned of
them by literally bumping into one. He was returning to New York from
D.C., where he covered the annual convention of Women's Union, cursing
the heavy traffic. He set his nav computer to look for a detour and
followed its directions. It'd been a mistake, a big mistake. For four
hours the piece of junk led him through fields, villages and woods. It
was close to 10pm when he was forced to stop in front of a high fence in
a middle of nowhere. His nav computer blinked at him to go right through
the thing, down some non-existent road. No more than fifteen seconds
after he stopped an ATV came speeding. Four security guards, all women,
surrounded his car. They told him that he was trespassing on a government
property and had to leave immediately.
It'd happened almost three months ago. The place wasn't on any maps he
could find. The latest satellite photos showed a country road passing
through a wood where he found the fence. Everything pointed to a fresh
military installation, yet he felt there was more to it. Why had there
been only women in the ATV? Something fishy was going on and Kevin could
smell conspiracies from across half a continent.
Kevin tried to convince his boss the matter was worth looking into, but
he was adamant. "You found a military base, it's no big deal Kevin.
There's the Jacksons divorce to cover." However, after all inquiries
through the official channels returned 'No comment, screw off' kinds of
answers, he reluctantly gave Kevin a go.
The investigation seemed to go nowhere for the first two weeks. Kevin
searched the internet, called every contact he had in the government,
even had a short affair with a senator's assistant. Nothing, nobody knew
anything, or wouldn't tell. Then he decided to hire a hacker to dig where
Kevin couldn't. After a week he got the first batch of files the hacker
recovered from government networks.
Finally he laid his hands on something substantial. All the files were
related to something called Project Phoenix. He had a complete list of
the installations, their locations, and partial plans for the one near
Brunswick. Nothing in the files indicated what this Project Phoenix was,
what was its goal, or who exactly stood behind it.
The facility near Brunswick seemed to be a warehouse or a factory, if he
read the plans correctly. Three huge depots connected by a network of
underground tunnels were built over four square miles of land. Inside the
buildings the plans revealed large empty spaces, few lifts, and numerous
smaller chambers. Unfortunately, all data on underground sections was
missing. The whole area was surrounded with two strips of nine feet high
fence. Although plans didn't show it, the place was surely crammed with
surveillance and security systems. There was no other way to explain the
lightning fast interception of his car during his unlucky detour.
Kevin knew, he had a hot story on his hands. He knew enough to risk
getting inside. He tried to contact his hacker to have him recover data
on security, but the guy appeared to have vanished from the face of the
Earth. Kevin's mails bounced back with 'user unknown' error and his cell
had been disconnected. He was at a dead-end again.
That was when he met Hannah. She appeared in his editorial office one day
and requested one-on-one meeting, mentioning Project Phoenix. She told
him she was an FBI agent investing the project and people behind it. Her
offer was simple: either turn over all the data on the project and get
exclusivity to cover the story or be detained for obstructing federal
investigation. Kevin was at dead-end anyway, so he accepted.
The secrecy surrounding Project Phoenix was so tight that even the bureau
was excluded from the loop. Hanna's superiors weren't too happy about
this, so they had launched an unofficial investigation, putting her at
its steering wheel. She encountered the same wall of silence Kevin did.
It appeared as if the project didn't exist. The giant facilities being
built everywhere were the only proof of its existence.
Kevin suggested a different approach. If they couldn't find where the
orders were coming from, then maybe they could find who was receiving
them. It turned out the actual work on the project was being done by
three companies: GeneSIS, who's primary area of expertise was advanced
genetic research; a civil engineering giant Prima Industries; and a
startup NovelTech who was a bit into everything: nano and precision
mechanics, microelectronics, textiles, plastics; name it, and they had a
hand in it.
The only thing connecting the three businesses was their owner, Elisabeth
Thorn. The woman was a separate mystery. All files on her were
classified, above Hanna's or even her superior's clearance. No public
records with her name in it existed. It seemed as if she had appeared in
the world in her thirties already heading the three enterprises. The only
thing they had on her was information Kevin dug up in some tabloid saying
that she and Mrs. President had frequent unofficial meetings.
Any attempts to find out what the three companies were doing on the
project failed. All essential employees were required to stay on campuses
for duration of their contracts, with no contact with the outside world
allowed. None of the companies was hiring, so infiltration was
impossible. Well, they knew that Prima Industries had been busy building
the huge facilities, and this was all. After the three months they were
still clueless about the project itself.
***
The sound of footsteps made Kevin shudder.
"Hi Kev." Hannah placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Let's get rolling."
Kevin picked up the tool he brought and begun lifting the manhole's
cover. After a short struggle with the heavy piece of metal he was done.
Heavy stench was coming from the circular hole.
"I'm going in first," he puffed.
Kevin set his foot on the rusty rung of the ladder and begun descending.
Hanna followed several seconds later. The light from flashlights mounted
on their shoulders danced on dirty brown stained bricks to which the
ladder was attached. Occasional high pitched squeals coming from
somewhere below indicated they would have uninvited companions on their
trip.
They emerged on a metal grating, running along the side of a circular
tunnel. The stench became almost unbearable.
"I'll lead," said Hannah heading into the tunnel.
Kevin followed. They didn't talk much along the way. Hannah was occupied
with keeping them on the right track, while Kevin was occupied with
studying her backside. She wore a black figure hugging catsuit, made of
material that reflected the light of his flashlight in a very alluring
way. Her sparkling bottom was a promise of things to come, and
visualization made the trip through the damp stinking tunnels a bit more
bearable.
***
Kevin enjoyed working with Hannah a lot. She was a brilliant determined
woman with a great sense of humor. Maybe a bit too bossy for his liking,
but he usually let this slip. Well, she was a redhead after all.
Despite being in her early thirties, she still had a great body. Just the
right kinds of curves in all the right places. Tight mid-thigh skirts,
sheer hose, high heels and revealing tops made her regular wardrobe. With
the added effect of that enchanting smile on her freckled face, they
turned her targets' self-assertion into willingness to submit in a matter
of seconds. And Kevin could testify to that.
They started sleeping with each other two or three weeks after banding
together. It happened one evening, when they were going over data they
had gathered at Hanna's house. She had a few glasses of red wine, Kevin
had a few of Scotch. While their conversation kept straying towards more
and more intimate topics, Hanna's body messages were becoming more and
more straightforward. Seemingly accidental brushing of her breasts
against Kevin's shoulder, a grip of her hand on his thigh when she was
making a point. Finally her nylon clad foot found its way underneath his
trouser's leg. Minutes later she was undressing Kevin in her bedroom.
After that they had sex regularly. Hannah even asked him to move in with
her, but Kevin didn't want to. He said, he needed space in the kind of
job he had.
***
"We're there," announced Hannah.
They were standing by another ladder leading up. This one must have been
installed recently, as the rungs looked new, with not even a hint of rust
on them. Kevin detached his flashlight and pointed it up the tunnel. It
led straight up, probably to the same kind of manhole they entered not so
long ago. "I'm going up first," he announced.
"Not so fast, Kev. We have to take care of security first." Hannah opened
her backpack and retrieved a pair of goggles, a silver metal box, and a
black gauntlet. "Now watch and learn." She winked.
She pulled the goggles over her eyes and opened the box. Inside there
were three objects reassembling large metal insects. Hannah pressed a
green button inside the box then put on the glove. The elastic material
clung to her hand like second skin. She formed a fist and made a quick
move up with her arm. One of the objects shot up from the box and hovered
three feet above the ground. Kevin stared with mouth agape.
"OK, here we go," mumbled Hannah to herself. She made another gesture
with her arm and the insect flew up into the tunnel.
"What the hell is this?" whispered Kevin with astonishment. "How does it
fly?"
"It's classified, Kev," she replied smiling, "and to be honest, I don't
know. We call them Hornets. I can see in my goggles everything the flyer
sees. For example now I see a whole bunch of infrared beams crossing over
in the tunnel. Looks like a dancefloor. If you walked up the ladder, the
security would be on us in no time. Now we need to maneuver carefully
around the beams..." She was making moves up, down and to the sides with
her hand, spreading her fingers and clutching them, "... and we'll be
outside by the security console in no time."
***
Two weeks earlier Hannah had managed to gain access to a security server
of the installation. She wasn't clear about how exactly she got the
access codes. Said it was a lucky strike. Anyway, they knew enough to
attempt infiltration.
The data Hannah recovered revealed that the security was mostly
automated. Every inch of the campus was covered by security cameras and
movement detectors. Security drones wandered all over the place, ready to
respond instantaneously to any detected threat. There was only a handful
of people on premises at any time, mostly occupied with maintenance
duties. However the few security people present were extremely efficient,
as Kevin had found out.
Whoever designed the security system, decided that any trespassers would
be detected outside. There were cameras inside the buildings, but they
weren't connected to the security grid. Hannah wasn't sure about their
purpose and assumed they were used to monitor whatever was going on in
the facility.
Hannah was able to download access codes, routes of the drones, camera
locations - everything they needed to avoid getting caught. Although they
weren't sure the information was up to date, they decided to give it a
shot. Infiltration was the only option, they had for moving the
investigation forward.
***
"OK, the codes worked," said Hannah grinning. "We're clear to go. The
security grid is neutralized all the way to the nearest entrance."
They started up the ladder, with Hannah leading the way. Luckily for
them, this manhole was opened by a hydraulic arm.
"We go out in ten seconds, after the drone passes," Hannah said looking
at the PDA attached to her wrist.
They waited for the drone to hover soundlessly by and exited the manhole.
The building they planned to enter was a hundred feet in front of them.
With their torsos parallel to the ground they ran towards the wall
watching out for any loose drones. Hannah punched in the code and the
door slid open.
They entered a brightly lit corridor crossing the middle of the building
all the way to its other end. 'Section GAMMA' read large red letters on
both walls, with arrows below pointing towards the other end of the
corridor. Cautiously looking around Kevin and Hannah moved down the
corridor.
The place reminded Kevin of a hospital; white walls, white floor and
ceiling, with a row of bright fluorescent lamps running in the middle.
Slanted grates blowing chilled air were installed in corners between the
walls and floor. Despite distinct draft coming out of the grates not even
a single speck of dust could be seen in the air.
Every fifty feet or so there were sliding doors on both sides of the
corridor. Cryptic red symbols on plaques by the doors didn't give out
what was behind them. Hannah approached the first door on their left
marked 001.00-Alpha and they silently slid open. The door led to a
catwalk running along a wall of an enormous storage area.
Kevin's eyes needed a few seconds to adjust to relative darkness inside.
Sparsely spaced lamps provided just enough light to see the outline of
the floor, at least four stories below the catwalk. The chamber itself
was so big, the opposite wall seemed just a small blurry rectangle far
ahead.
Hannah retrieved a small camera from her utility belt and began recording
as they walked along the catwalk. Stalls reaching from the floor all the
way to the ceiling filled the whole area, except the center. In the
center there were several circular openings in the floor from which
industrial drones carrying gray boxes emerged every few seconds. Each
drone hovered towards seemingly random part of the warehouse, put its
load on a stall, then hovered back to disappear inside another opening in
the floor. The stalls were mostly empty, and it looked like it would take
a lot of time, months, maybe longer to fill them.
"I wonder what they're stocking here, let's find a way down."
"No, we don't have this much time." Hannah continued filming. "These
boxes are labeled. We can later magnify the picture and see what's on the
labels. Let's move on." They used another door farther down the catwalk
to get back to the corridor.
They tried a door on the other side of the corridor only to find a
similar warehouse. Hannah recorded for a few minutes focusing on boxes
and they left, walking towards the lift Kevin had spotted on the plans.
"Whatever they're doing here, it's big. There's enough space in these
warehouses to store a year's food supply for a city the size of New
York."
"I don't think it's food in those boxes, Kev. Let's check the lower
floors," she said pointing at panel with a large silver button in its
center.
She pressed the button and the lift's door opened instantly. They stepped
in. On the panel inside, a button labeled 'Ground' was highlighted green.
Below it, there were twenty more buttons labeled -1 to -20 arranged in
two vertical rows.
"Twenty floors into the ground..." muttered Kevin, "how did they manage
to build it without anyone noticing?"
"Hmm, maybe they built the warehouses first and worked under their
cover." Hannah reached for the panel and pressed ten. Right after her
finger left the button they heard another ding and the door opened. They
looked at each other.
"Ten floors in under a second and we're still alive," Kevin said with
bewilderment. "How do you explain this?"
They exited onto a corridor exactly like the one on the ground level and
entered door labeled 014.10-Alpha.
This room was much smaller than the warehouses above. Several conveyor
belts (Hannah counted twelve) ran across the room in parallel to the wall
by which they stood. Bright lamps mounted over the belts assured a clear
view of the activity around the conveyors, leaving the edges of the room
in relative darkness. Wall-mounted cameras forced them to stick to the
wall.
Evenly spaced robotic arms danced busily along each belt. Each arm
consisted of four parts connected by swiveling joints, with two short
graspers at the business end. With growing astonishment Kevin watched as
they picked items off belts and packed them inside boxes traveling
besides. Upon closer examination the objects being packaged turned out to
be shoes. High heeled shoes.
"Is this some joke? A top secret shoe factory?"
"Not a joke, Kev, not with this amount of resources and secrecy," said
Hannah recording the machines.
They sneaked farther into the room keeping to the wall. Hannah focused
her camera on the closest conveyor belt. It carried identical pairs of
white pumps with 4 inch stiletto heels and ankle straps. The second belt
carried high heeled sandals. All pink with a spiked heel of similar
height. They were too far away from other belts to see clearly what kinds
of shoes their carried. However it was obvious that all of them had 4-5
inch stiletto heels and every pair would make any female legs a feast for
the eyes.
As they watched, the pumps emerging from the wall on the closest belt
changed their color to light blue. During the few minutes they were
inside at least two hundred pairs were packed.
Hannah finished recording and packed her camera. "I'm gonna grab a pair."
"Are you crazy?! They're gonna see you!" hissed Kevin.
"The cameras have dead zones by the walls. As long as I don't walk into
their field of view we're fine."
She circled the room towards the opening in the wall inside which the
first belt disappeared and snatched a box. The label on the box said
'JULIETT' in large black letters. Below the name 'AZURE, standard issue'
was printed. In the center of the cover's bottom NovelTech's logo
sparkled in red and green. Hannah opened the cover and examined the
pumps. Pointed front, four inch spiked heel with a metal vamp. A leather
bow in the same color as the shoe was attached behind the strap.
"Cute," she said inserting her finger inside. "Very soft interior, must
be comfy."
The strap was made of the same leather as the rest of the shoe. A metal
lock was installed on the outer part. She pulled on it and the strap
opened with a silent click.
"You can try them on later." Kevin grew impatient. "Let's move on."
Hanna packed the shoes on their way back to the corridor. They entered a
room on the opposite side, finding several conveyors emerging from the
wall on their right. The belts slowly rolled left carrying metal poles
attached every six feet or so to their surface. Atop each pole a plastic
female torso, neck to mid-thigh, was mounted. Familiar robotic arms
worked busily beside each belt.
Hannah retrieved her camera and followed the first belt filming. Kevin
trailed behind shaking his head with consternation.
The first arm dived under the belt and retrieved a white rigid tube
reassembling a waist cincher or corset. Four long graspers emerging from
the arm's tip held the top and bottom edges of the garment. As a torso
moved in range, it turned 90 degrees to face the arm. The graspers moved
forward warping the white tube around torso's waist. The zipper on the
cincher's back was pulled up, sealing the garment around torso's waist.
When the graspers met at the upper edge of the cincher a loud click
sounded. The belt kept rolling left while this happened, forcing the arm
to turn to follow the torso.
The garment hugged the plastic curves tightly from the hips all the way
up to the base of the mannequin's massive breasts. Two flaring flaps
extended several inches down from the corsets's lower edge, covering
upper parts of mannequin's buttocks. White blooming roses connected with
curvy lines were embroidered all over the corset's surface. Light gave
the embroidery a pink tint, more intense in places where it shone
directly, less intense where it shone at angles. As the corset moved
forward in the light of overhead lamps, an intricate network ivy covered
with roses glowed in pink all over its surface.
The next robotic arm was waiting with a pair of garters dangling from its
twin graspers. The torso reoriented itself to its original position, and
the arm swiveled forward. With a whirring sound the garters were sewn
onto the corset, one on the front, the other to the flaring flap on the
back.
On its way farther, the pole rotated to present the other side of the
corset to the next arm. Soon a complete set of garters was in place and
the torso moved on reorienting itself to original position.
"Hmm, wonder what this could be for..." Hannah whispered to herself. A
long white strap was attached in front of the corset. It was roughly
three times longer than the garters, dangling exactly between them as the
garment continued on.
The next addition required the work of two arms. A shimmering nylon-like
top with sleeves was sewn to the upper edge of the corset. It completely
covered the upper part of the torso, reaching half way up its neck.
Similar floral embroidery decorated its entire surface except for chest
and sleeves. The material covering the breasts shimmered enticingly,
drawing Kevin's attention to the plastic globes.
"Gee, what size are those?" he muttered to himself.
"D's," replied Hannah hesitantly, "or double D's. You don't get many of
them in nature, especially on bodies that slim."
When several small buttons were clicked shut on the back, the material
stretched over the breasts hugging them with a film of transparent,
nylon-like mist. The two globes sparkled with reflected light as the
torso moved forward.
Farther along the way a white choker, about an inch wide, was locked
around the torso's neck. It had a small pink rose attached in front. Two
mechanical appendages moved forward to sew the choker to the fabric
underneath it.
Slightly ruffled skirt made of the same material that covered the breasts
was the last addition. It reached several inches below the torso's
sexless crotch, providing no privacy at all.
Before the torso had disappeared into the wall, the material covering its
breasts was thoroughly sprayed with some clear liquid.
"Was that a dress?"
"I'm not sure what it was." Hannah panned her camera to the right,
recording the line of garments in various states of completion. "But if I
ever put something like this on, I'd feel more exposed than being
completely naked."
Hannah followed the wall to a spot providing better view of the remaining
conveyors in the room. By each belt robotic arms worked relentlessly
assembling bustiers, bras, panties, garter belts, baby dolls, and some
garments which remained mystery even to her. Despite the variety in
designs, colors and types, all the garments had several things in common.
All were designed in such a way to make the wearer feel intimately
exposed. All had additions, like bows or flowers, placed in strategic
places to give them a very feminine feel. Kevin was sure that a woman
wearing any of them would make even a dead man's manhood stiff in less
than three seconds.
"We're still deep in the woods." Kevin sounded slightly irritated.
"Unless they're planing to open a sex shop, we know next to nothing."
"They're not planning to sell this lingerie." Hannah finished filming.
"Look at these mannequins, Kev."
"What? They look normal to me."
"They're not normal, Kevin. They're all of similar size and build with
wasp-like figure and porn-star grade breasts. When you plan on selling
something, you have to provide variety. Not many women I know would fit
into these things. And even fewer would want to wear them."
"Yet they're mass-producing them." Kevin scratched his head. "If not for
sale, what's the point?"
"Well, if we want to find out more we should to move. Let's try a
different floor."
They descended to the floor 14 and entered a random room. Staccato of
sounds hit their ears the moment they stepped inside.
The room housed six conveyor belts moving from left to right. From the
items sparsely scattered on their surface, only high heels could be
recognized at a glance. Beside shoes, silver metal bands and what looked
like open cases made of gray plastic slowly traveled on the belts.
Several flat boards were mounted in front of each belt, with silver poles
above them. The poles had an elongated 'pi' letter shape, with ends
attached to the edges of boards. Two life-like feet with 5 inch stilettos
on hung below an inverted T-shaped piece of metal. The T-shaped pieces
slid along the metal poles dragging the feet with them. The feet emulated
graceful realistic walk as they moved. Each step was accompanied with a
click of a heel against the hard surface of the board and metallic
clanking. The latter sound came from chains connecting silver bands of
steel locked around ankles. When feet reached the end of panel, T-shaped
pieces rotated by 180 degrees, and they continued towards the other end
of the panel.
"It gets weirder and weirder."
"Yeah." Hannah operated camera controls to get one of the panels in
focus.
She was recording the high heeled feet making rounds across the board for
a minute or so, when they suddenly stopped and raised several inches
above the surface. A robotic arm resting on the left side of the board
sprung to life, and extended two appendages towards the shoes. They
gripped the heels just above the vamps and yanked them down as if trying
to get the shoes off the feet. After three unsuccessful attempts the arm
returned to its resting position and the feet continued their clicking
stride.
"Any idea what's this about?" asked Kevin.
"I think so, let's watch some more," Hannah replied keeping her camera
focused on the panel.
The shoes continued on. After twenty or so rounds, the arm tried again to
take them off, again unsuccessfully. This time, however, they remained
up.
The arm swiveled towards the conveyor, grabbed an approaching case, and
placed it on the board.
Turning its attention back to the stilettos, the arm extended a thin
appendage towards the metal band encircling the ankle closer to the
conveyor. The needle-thin rod was inserted into a hole on the inner part
of the shackle and stayed there for a second. Then it moved towards the
other shackle, which inner part was covered from the camera's view.
The two graspers clutched the heels again and pulled down. This time the
shoes slipped off the feet. They were placed on their sides inside the
appropriately shaped recesses in the foam filling the case. Next the arm
gripped the backs of both shackles. The thin rod appeared again and
entered another hole on the inner part of the farther restraint. After a
second the shackle sprung open, and the process was repeated on another
shackle. After the restraints were placed inside their recesses in the
foam, the case was carefully closed and sent on its way on the conveyor
belt.
The arm remained over the belt waiting expectantly for an approaching set
of restraints. They were picked up and the arm swiveled towards the
waiting feet. The shackles looked the same as the pair packed a moment
ago. Made of shining silver steel, about an inch wide, a fifth of an inch
thick. A chain made of densely clustered tiny eyelets connected the
bands. It looked about a foot long, maybe a bit more. The insides of the
bands were lined with some red material.
The chain ends were attached in the middles of inch wide swellings on the
inner part of each shackle. The swelling raised a bit less than half an
inch above the silver surface, apparently housing the locking mechanism.
Similar swellings, only much smaller, could be seen on the backs of both
restraints. The external surfaces of the steel bands were decorated with
thin spiraling lines, which gave them jewelry-like elegant look.
Hannah focused the camera on the closer ankle. The arm moved from behind
and snapped the band closed. "A snug fit," she thought observing the
place where steel met the plastic skin. "Wouldn't fit a needle in
between." Hinges located on the outer parts of both shackles were
invisible after locking. The spiraling lines encircled the entire
circumference of the locked bands, all the way to the inner swelling.
Finished with restraints, the arm returned to its waiting position over
the belt. Hannah panned the camera behind it, focusing on a pair
approaching shoes. The black pumps were made of matt, patent leather.
Five inch stiletto heels, and two thin straps intersecting over the
middle of the opening gave them a very sexy look.
A thin flat strap raised vertically an inch or so above the back of each
shoe. A tiny metal rectangle with several holes was attached on tops of
both straps.
When the shoes got in range, the arm grabbed their backs above the heels,
and swiveled towards the feet. The graspers deftly put the stilettos on,
but didn't let go of them. Two finger-like appendages raised from the
upper parts of graspers and clutched the vertical straps right under the
metal tops. The straps where first pulled down, then inserted into the
bottoms of the shackles, directly under the small swellings on their
backs. When the metal rectangles disappeared into the shackles, the
straps quickly shrunk, loosing any slack they had. Having finished, the
arm withdrew to its resting position, and the feet started another stroll
on the panel.
"Got enough?"
"Yeah, I think so." Hannah stopped filming, and checked her PDA, 'We need
to leave soon, maintenance people start their rounds in 80 minutes."
"Let's move then." Kevin turned to leave the room. "This place is some
joke. A warehouse full of female clothing if I'm not mistaken, lingerie
assembly line, and high heels everywhere. Why do they keep this place
under such tight security? Who would give a damn about a clothing
factory?"
"You forget the restraints, Kevin. Extremely effective and very kinky. If
you were a woman you'd understand how would it feel to have them on."
"A flawed design I'd say. You can always take the shoes off."
"Do you remember the robot pulling on the heels? I think it was testing
if they could be removed without a key. The strap on the back of the
shoes allows you to walk, but somehow remains rigid when you try to take
them off."
Kevin mused over Hanna's idea as he called the lift. "But why would
anyone go to such lengths to make restraints. You can get the same
result in much simpler way."
"That's what we have to discover."
"Surprise, surprise!" exclaimed Kevin as they entered the next room.
"More lingerie!"
The room was slightly smaller than the testing chamber. Its center was
surrounded with glass walls reaching all the way from the floor to the
ceiling. There was enough space between the glass and the walls of the
room for three people to walk beside each another.
The most prominent article within the enclosed space were three rows of
long objects reassembling legs. They were attached by the tops to a set
of metal rails installed under the ceiling. On the floor below the rails,
six stations, some with specialized robotic arms were installed. The
rails moved the plastic limbs rightwards, from station to station.
"More lingerie," repeated Kevin looking at the legs.
"Yeah," Hannah confirmed setting up her camera, "looks like someone has a
strong fixation on this stuff."
The plastic limbs looked like simplified, low-cost, carvings of human
legs. Flat pieces of plastic imitated toe-less feet. They pointed down at
45 degree angle. Thighs and calves were made from a single mould of
plastic flaring upwards. The legs lacked knees, heels and muscles.
"Most peculiar," mumbled Hannah as she begun filming, focusing the camera
on the first station. The station consisted of two silver cylinders
extending several feet above the floor and a robotic arm. Black, three
inches high bands were wound around each cylinder in even intervals.
When a pair of legs stopped over the station, the arm moved towards the
cylinders. It had two rings at its end. Around the bottom of each ring
several small graspers were mounted. When the arm positioned the rings
over the cylinders, the graspers grabbed the edges of the top bands. As
the arm started ascending towards the legs, the rings extended stretching
the bands. It stopped after reaching upper thighs and the rings started
shrinking, enveloping the bands around the legs. The bands were made of
semi-transparent material, looking like a cross between nylon and lace.
As the legs started moving towards the next station the arm withdrew to
its dormant position. The remaining bands rode up on the cylinders and
two additional bands emerged from the floor to replace the one that had
been used.
The legs stopped over a white vat marked with the NovelTech's logo and
started descending. From outside the glass, the vat's contents could not
be seen. The legs remained submerged for several seconds. They emerged
covered with black, tar-like liquid. The black substance reached all the
way up to the semi-transparent bands, covering their lower inch.
The third station was a clone of the first one. Another band of nylon-
like material was drawn up each leg. The new bands were two inches high,
with their middles resting exactly over the bottom edge of the first
bands.
The next stop was between two rectangular planes mounted on the level of
the legs. The air rippling around the planes suggested intense heat
prevailing inside. After about two minutes the limbs emerged from between
the planes. The black tar was now replaced by sheer black nylon.
"You don't see many like those nowadays," commented Hannah.
"What, you mean stockings?"
"Yeah, the ones you can buy now are all hold-ups. You just put them on
and forget about them. These here require a garter belt to wear."
The stockings were all sheer without heel or toe reinforcements. On the
upper thigh they had an inch wide band of darker nylon, followed by the
three inches of translucent tops. Transparent letters circled the nylon
band forming the word 'INSIDE.' It repeated several times around the
circumference.
"So?" Kevin had trouble following her.
"Nobody buys them. They're too much trouble to put on."
"Maybe our hosts foresaw a shift in fashions then, cause it looks like
they plan to flood shelves with this stuff."
Robotic arm with two rings at its end waited at the fifth station. The
rings had numerous nozzles pointing inwards. Six white tanks with GeneSIS
logo were installed at the robot's base. 'WARNING! To be handled by
female personnel only' was printed in large red letter on the tanks.
When the legs stopped, the arm shifted below them and started a slowly
ascending upwards. The nozzles began spraying pinkish liquid over the
hose. The arm's direction inverted after reaching the base of the
stockings' tops. When the rings reached the feet level and nozzles
switched off, and the legs continued towards the final station.
The last station consisted of a small table rising several feet above the
floor and two robotic arms. A narrow conveyor belt ran from the table,
through the glass wall, across the room, and disappeared into the wall.
When the legs stopped, the larger arm rotated towards them. It grabbed
the upper edges of the stockings and puled them down, turning them inside
out. The hose shrank twice in size after being pulled of the legs.
A panel on the side of the table swerved open, forming a 'V' with the
table. The stockings were lowered into the opening, and the panel closed,
pressing them.
Meanwhile the smaller arm fished a flat rectangular package from under
the opposite side of the table. The package had a black bottom and a
transparent cover, held open by one of the arm's graspers.
When the panel opened the stocking were neatly pressed, forming two flat
L-letters. The arm lowered them down into the package, while graspers
worked together to fold them. The cover was closed and the smaller arm
traced the cover's edge with beam of red light, apparently sealing it.
The package was turned upside down, and a label was glued to it
underside. From their vantage point only 'AUTHORIZED USE ONLY' could be
read at the top of the label.
Finally the package was put on the conveyor and sped to disappear into
the wall.
The process at the two remaining production lines was identical. The only
difference was in the color of stockings. The middle one made sheer tan
hose, and the third one white.
"The machines spew out three packages every two or three minutes." Kevin
wrinkled his forehead. "This gives us... around 1500 packages a day."
"And leaves us with exactly fifteen seconds to grab the next one." Hannah
was already waiting by the belt. She grabbed the next package containing
black hose, and briefly checked the label on her way back.
"What does it say?'
"I'm not sure." She packed the package into her backpack. "We'll analyze
it later. We've got time for one more room."
They returned to the corridor. Kevin seemed to be pondering something.
"Is it really so important to wear the stockings on the correct side,
that they need to print it?"
"Not really. However considering the warning on the label, I don't think
these are ordinary stockings. Figuring them out may give us some answers
finally."
Hannah could be right. The production lines inside the cage looked more
like they belonged in a pharmaceutical plant than a clothing factory.
Additionally, the demand for some equipment to be handled by women only
concerned Kevin. It felt as if a barely visible red light somewhere deep
in his mind tried to warn him, that something very wrong was going on in
this place.
019.20-Alpha read plaque by the door Hannah chose next. Familiar looking
glass cage took up the center of the room. The floor looked like
hedgehog's skin with close to fifty shiny metal rods sticking vertically
up. They were arranged in a square mesh that took most of the space
inside.
Flesh colored items sat atop some rods. Hanna's hand froze on its way
towards the utility belt when she realized what she was looking at.
"What the..." Kevin's mind clicked at the same moment. "Do you see what
I'm seeing?"
"If you mean life-like penis heads, then yes," she replied retrieving her
camera.
Each rod was accompanied by a robotic arm with two thin tendrils sticking
out of its end. Six white tanks with GeneSIS logo and the for-girls-only
warning surrounded each robot's base. The arms swiveled between the rods
and feeders extending from the floor nearby. The feeders provided
unrecognizable objects which were picked by the arms and installed upon
the rods.
Every two rows of rods were separated by a conveyor belt running across
the room, through the glass, and disappearing into the wall on the right.
The belts carried packages similar to those containing the stockings,
only much smaller.
Ten inches above each rod a steel cylinder with surface covered by mesh
of copper piping hung from the ceiling.
Hannah focused the camera on an empty rod, just in time to catch the arm
placing a fiercely red disc on its top. The disc looked half an inch high
and a bit more than an inch in diameter. A thin white needle-like piece
of plastic was sticking up in its center.
An inch high metal tube with surface resembling a very dense strainer was
inserted over the rod. Next the arm picked a clear plastic cylinder with
a thin capillary extending down from its cone shaped tip. When the
cylinder was placed over the red disk, the ensemble started to look like
a thick very short pencil or a bullet. The capillary's end disappeared
into to top of the metal tube added earlier.
One of the tendrils moved forward and inserted a thin needle through the
opening in the tip of the bullet. Pink fluid flew down the capillary and
through the metal strainer into plastic cylinder. The thick substance
slowly filled the entire volume of the cylinder. After two minutes the
tendril withdrew and the other one sprung to life. It bled a droplet of
transparent goo into the mouth of the capillary, sealing the pink
substance inside.
The appearance of a plastic packaging on the feeder signified that the
machines were about finished. When the tendrils withdrew, the rod
started ascending. It stopped after the entire pink bullet disappeared
inside the cylinder hanging from the ceiling. The machine remained
motionless for a minute or two. When the rod started riding down, a life-
like, flesh colored penis head resting on a red base replaced the plastic
tube. The head bobbed slightly sideways when the rod stopped. It was
quickly sealed within the package and sent to an unknown destination on
conveyor belt.
Before they left the room Hannah added a fake phallus to their collection
of trophies.
"We have to clear the place," she said after checking her PDA. "Thirty
minutes left until the maintenance window."
"OK, let's go. Don't know about you, but this place gives me creeps. I
can't shake the feeling that something very sinister is going on here."
"We'll figure it out, Kev. We have the recordings, the shoes, stockings,
and... the cock. We just need to put the puzzle pieces together."
Their trip back to the surface and through the sewers was uneventful.
When they climbed out of the manhole in the dirty alley, it was almost
7am. Hannah convinced Kevin to come to her place. It was much closer and
there was still a lot to do. They both wanted to examine their findings
and go over the recordings.
Other than that they didn't talk much on the way to Hanna's house. Kevin
was processing what they saw in the facility, trying to make some sense
it. Project Phoenix seemed even more mysterious now.
Chapter 2
When they got to Hanna's place, Kevin poured himself a glass of Scotch,
while Hannah went upstairs to take a shower. He decided clearing his mind
took priority, hygiene could wait. He headed upstairs to Hanna's study,
still trying to make sense of what they knew. The government was building
enormous underground installations across the country. Amount of money
and resources consumed by the project was unprecedented. What they'd
found inside one of installations seemed ridiculous. High heels,
lingerie, fancy restraints, and sex toys. Maybe if they'd been able to
stay longer inside and infiltrate other buildings, things would've made
more sense now.
He got off the armchair, picked Hanna's backpack and spilled the contents
onto the floor. High-heeled shoes, stockings, and a strange short dildo.
Kevin picked the package containing the stockings. It had a rigid bottom
made of black plastic. The transparent cover had three protruding
compartments. Two of them contained the hose, the third one a black
folded garment made of nylon and lace. He couldn't recall the garment
being packaged together with the stockings.
The package must have been hermetically sealed, because he felt the
compartments resisting his grip.
Kevin turned the package over and examined the label. 'AUTHORIZED USE
ONLY' was spelled in large red letters at the top of the label. "Why
would you need government's approval to wear stockings," he wondered
inwardly.
The rest of the label was equally enigmatic. A table on its left side
listed several physical features.
Race: caucasian Complexion: pale Nails: 0,3 Age: 20 Height: 5'1" Ribs: 34
Waist: 23 Hips: 38
In a big red circle below the table '24hrs' was written. On the right
side of the label, an outline of a headless human figure was printed. The
body proportions were distinctly female, but the figure lacked breasts.
"Figured anything?" Hannah sat down in the armchair opposite from Kevin
toweling her hair.
Kevin's eyes drifted against his will towards her chest. She wore a
tight, sleeveless top clinging to her body like a second skin. Without a
bra, her nipples protruded under the material, demanding attention like
searchlights mounted atop twin Mt. Everests. The top left her midriff
exposed, revealing a sparkling stud piercing her bellybutton. Kevin's
gaze soared down tracing the sensual curves hid under Hanna's spandex
shorts.
"Well, Kev, hope the alcohol hasn't eased you up too much, cause we have
work to do."
Kevin shrugged off the building arousal. "They seem pretty specific about
their target clientele," he said putting the package on the table. "Take
a look, you're more qualified to decipher this. I'm gonna go take a
shower now."
Hannah picked the stockings with a quizzical look on her face. She sat
examining the package and label for long while. She shook her head, and
picked the second package next.
It looked like a twin of the one containing stockings, only much smaller.
The penis was tightly encased within profiled transparent plastic. It
looked as if someone cut the top three inches of an erect male member and
attached a red plastic base to it. The level of detail was impressive.
The opening at the top of the pink mushroom-shaped head was slightly
parted, giving it an angry look. The material imitating skin was wrinkled
in places, with several dark veins modeled underneath. Hannah
involuntarily rubbed her thighs against each other.
She noticed two inch-long grooves incised on the opposite sides of the
base.
"Way too short for a dildo," she thought turning her attention to the
label. It had similar layout as the label on the stockings. Big red
letters at the top warned against unauthorized use. The remaining
contents of the label made Hannah wrinkle her forehead with
consternation.
Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Model: 056G
In the lower left corner '24hrs' was written inside a big red circle. A
headshot of a beautiful blonde woman took the right side of the label.
"Honey, could you come over here," Kevin shouted from the bathroom.
Hannah found him standing naked in the shower, examining his pants.
"My clothes stink," he said showing his pants with a helpless gesture.
"Do you have anything I could wear?"
Hanna's eyes scanned Kevin's body, taking measurements. Finely developed
muscles straining under his hairy chest resulted from long hours he spent
in the gym. During the few months they'd been together, it became obvious
that Kevin liked his body and took good care of it. Hannah thought that
he even relished in his maleness. Not that he was arrogant, or anything.
To the contrary, Kevin was a caring, subtle person, always chivalrous
towards her. If she could, Hannah would change only two things about him:
his hair style and his sexual behavior. Despite being 33 Kevin still had
raven black hair, with not even a hint of gray on it. He always cut it
short, ignoring Hanna's pleading to let them grow longer. She also
enjoyed occasional girls-on-top sex, however Kevin wouldn't have it. He
had to dominate in bed.
Her gaze lingered a little longer around Kevin's crotch.
"My panties won't fit there."
"Gee, that's a relief babe. Do you have any pants and shirt I could
wear?"
"We'll see." She left giggling. Hannah returned a few minutes later
carrying two garments. 'Come to the study after you get dressed, hon."
She left sending him a mischievous wink.
Hannah returned to the study, turned on the TV and begun connecting the
camera. While she was fidgeting with the cables, Kevin came back from the
shower. He was wearing only green shorts which looked two sizes too small
for him.
"What's the matter babe, haven't you liked the top?" she grinned at him.
"Very funny Hannah. Men don't wear lacy tops. Especially ones with built-
in bras."
He sat in the armchair and picked his glass. His eyes opened wide when he
looked at the TV.
"No way... I thought this asshole was in jail."
Hannah glanced at the screen. A discussion panel was on with three
participants talking about GDP projections for the next year.
"Who?"
"Senator Brown. I investigated this pervert two years ago. One day I got
a call from a hooker who wanted to talk about him. When she told me her
story, I thought she was pulling my leg." Kevin paused to sip his
whiskey.
"She met the guy when she was working as a call girl in Washington. After
a quickie, he paid her triple the usual amount, and said there was more
if she was interested. All she had to do was to keep him company for a
month, in exchange for more money than she could make in two years. There
was one condition though, she had to move in with him. Too bad for her,
she said yes." Kevin made another short pause and gulped the rest of his
Scotch.
"She spent the month chained in dungeons under his mansion. Said he raped
her several times a day. After a month he paid her and let her go. She
decided to talk, because she needed money. Her boyfriend cleared her
account and disappeared. At first I didn't believe her. However after
some digging I found another girl, who told me similar story. In the end
I published the piece, and heard the guys was arrested. Didn't know what
happened to him then, cause I had to leave the country for six months. I
thought, he was doing life sentence in jail, yet here he is selling
bullshit on TV."
Hannah was silent for a moment. "I remember reading your story, Kev.
Yeah, our office in Chicago investigated this. If I remember correctly it
had to be discontinued because the girls wouldn't talk. Our people
suspected, he paid them to keep silent. As far as I know he left politics
after your story."
"Son of a bitch got away with it," Kevin shook his head. "I need another
shot of Scotch, would you like some?"
"No honey, thanks. I need to get this camera working."
Hannah was fast forwarding the recordings when Kevin got back carrying a
glass full of whiskey.
"What are you looking for?"
"The stockings room," she replied focused on the remote.
The remote resembled a PDA; 5 inch LCD screen with several buttons
underneath. Hannah paused the picture and went several frames back until
she found one with the GeneSIS containers in focus. Then she traced a
rectangle with her finger on the remote's screen, zooming the picture on
the container. Red letters saying 'To be handled by female personnel
only' filled the screen.
"Hmm, I hoped, we'd find something more on magnified picture." She
sounded disappointed.
"Why do you think these stockings are important?"
"I think you misinterpreted the label. Hosiery is manufactured in three
or four sizes, not in thousands for every race. We need to figure out
what's the meaning of these values. The cock has a similar label," she
added tossing him the package.
Disgust on Kevin's face as he handled the package made Hannah smile. He
turned the package over and looked at the label. "Wow. A cutie!"
"Kevin," Hannah started with a scolding look, "how about you try to
figure out why this picture has been put there in the first place?."
He put the package down and sipped on his whiskey.
"I've no idea." He shook his head. "I can't even begin to imagine why
they manufacture all these things. Have you checked the heels?"
Hannah shook her head. She picked the shoes and carefully examined them.
They looked normal. She tried closing the strap. The clasp consisted of
two metal parts, one with a small tongue, the other with a hole. She
pressed them together expecting to hear a 'click.' However the parts
didn't lock, they came apart when she released the strap.
She wrinkled her brow and slipped the shoe onto her feet. After making a
few circular moves with the feet, she put on the other shoe. She made a
few rounds across the room with the straps dangling open on the outer
sides of her ankles.
"Very comfortable for a four inch heel," she said looking at her toes.
"And sexy," commented Kevin.
Hannah bent one of her legs and looked back at the heel. "Yeah... very
girly and seductive."
With purposeful stride of a woman on a mission she approached the table
and picked up the remote. She sat down and searched for the recording of
the room where shoes were packaged. Her finger danced on the screen as
she was zooming in on different conveyor belts. When she was done, she
fast forwarded to the next room, and examined mannequins.
"It's all starting to fit together!" She sounded agitated.
She picked up the larger package and peeled it open. She unfolded the
garter belt and examined the body facing part. 'INSIDE' was repeated
several times along the edge, as she expected. Next she checked the inner
part of a hose. There it was again. The letters could not be seen on the
outer part.
"I want you to put on the stockings, Kev."
Hannah picked a very unfortunate moment to make her request. The draught
of whiskey Kevin was about to swallow sprayed from his mouth. When he
finished coughing he looked at her incredulously.
"You're not serious, are you?"
"I'm serious babe, please put them on," she pleaded with encouraging
smile.
Kevin fixed his eyes on her face trying to determine if she was really
serious. Hannah kept looking straight into his eyes, with an expectant
expression on her face.
"Please, honey," she pleaded again, smiling the smile that used to have
disintegrating effect on his resolve.
"Damn, babe, I feel ridiculous even thinking about it. Why do you want me
to do it?"
"I think I got it figured out." She picked up the the garter belt and got
up. "But I need your help to make sure."
Kevin stared at the approaching garment with alarm in his eyes. "What
have you figured out?"
"It seems too crazy to be true when I think about this," she said pulling
down his shorts, "but I have try it. Come on, babe, get up!"
Kevin hesitated for a long while. However with his instincts dulled by
the alcohol, he finally got up with an inward "Ah, fuck it!"
Hannah circled behind him and wound the lacy fabric around his waist. He
felt her fingers fidgeting on his back then heard 'Click!' soon followed
by another 'Click!' Hannah quickly got up to grab the stockings, as if
afraid that Kevin would change his mind.
"Sit down, honey," she urged him as she squatted on the floor rolling a
hose in her hands. A garter brushed against his inner thigh when he
slowly sat in the armchair. "Keep it like this, darling." Hannah lifted
his left foot and started working the hose up. Kevin frowned when the
silky material touched his flesh.
When his entire calf was covered with the sheer fabric, Hannah picked up
another hose. "You may put the other down," she said lifting his right
foot. Kevin watched Hanna's hands slowly moving up his calf with vacant
expression. He thought, he could see a small red light blinking faintly
on the brink of his consciousness.
When the hose reached his knee Hannah kneeled in front of him. "Stand up
Kev." She turned her attention back to his left limb. Kevin stared down
at the black material quickly swallowing his leg. Hanna's fingers
wandered between the back and front of his thigh gradually bringing the
hose home. The red blinking light got brighter.
She pulled the front garter down and attached it to the stocking's top.
Kevin felt the garter tensed against his underbelly tugging the hose up.
Hannah giggled, coquettishly covering mouth with her hand. "Having fun,
Kev?" Kevin's eyes slowly followed her gaze to his erect manhood.
The red light erupted brightly, bringing Kevin out of his stupor. "Stop!"
He grabbed Hanna's wrist halfway towards the back garter.
Their eyes remind locked for a long moment. Hannah giggled inwardly,
moving her head forward. "Sure, honey."
The red warning light dimmed when Hanna's soft lips locked around his
cock. Her tongue probed the tip of his penis for a while, then started a
slow dance around the head. Kevin heaved loosening his grip on her wrist.
He felt her lips tighten around his shaft as her head pushed forward. Her
tongue wiggled its way underneath now fully exposed head, looking for the
groove behind it. Kevin groaned and placed his palms on her head.
Hannah took another inch of Kevin's rod in her mouth and looked up. Kevin
was too out of it, to take notice of her hands sneaking around his left
tight. Her left hand lifted the hose's top, while the right pulled down
the garter. After a short struggle the garter was attached to the
stocking. She inhaled and closed her eyes. In one quick move she
swallowed the entire cock, releasing the garter.
Kevin felt something soft settling against his buttock, while something
silky rode up his thigh. Unfortunately for him, his mind chose to focus
on wet lips brushing his underbelly. Soon the lips retraced along his
cock stopping at the peak. Something cool and filmy gently compressed his
right knee. A very pleasant, yet alien and disturbing feeling slowly
crept up and around his thigh. For a short moment he felt the urge to
look down, but the soothing waves of ecstasy radiating from his crotch
demanded more immediate attention.
When the remaining two garters held the stocking, expression of relief
appeared on Hanna's face. She slowed her pace and gently pushed Kevin
towards the armchair. Her mouth remained glued to his penis as he sat
down. Now she took her time.
Kevin felt his lover's mouth lazily inching up and down his penis. When
thin bands of tingling sensation embraced his waist and upper thighs,
Kevin's attention was transfixed on moist warmth enveloping his cock. The
tingling subsided after a moment without a trace.
Hannah welcomed Kevin's sperm in her mouth with a sigh of relief. She'd
spent over an hour blowing him and her knees were killing her. She let
the withering penis out of her mouth and raised massaging her knees. She
stood for a good while observing Kevin laying in the armchair. He was
sleeping like a baby with his mouth open wide. His muscular, hairy legs
and belly looked weird in lingerie.
She stooped and slid her finger underneath the left stocking's top. About
three inches along his leg her finger met resistance. "It really works,"
she grinned.
With a complacent expression on her face she sat in the armchair. She
picked the smaller package and carefully peeled it open.
The penis rolled onto her palm. She felt cold, oily substance coating its
surface. Holding the red base with two fingers she lifted the tool to her
face and sniffed. The rod was odorless.
With her free hand she touched it in the middle. It didn't feel like
plastic. The surface had soft, velvet-like texture yielding a bit under
her finger tips. She tried bending the tool. It yielded a fraction of an
inch under her fingertips, then she felt resistance. When she let it go,
the rod sprung up to its nearly horizontal position.
Hannah looked at Kevin, then at the penis in her hand. After a moment of
hesitation she got up and walked towards him holding the ominous thing
like a dagger. She circled the armchair stopping beside his head.
Holding her breath, she inserted the tip of the dildo into Kevin's mouth.
Carefully, like a sapper disarming a mine, she pushed it inside. With
trance-like fascination her eyes traced a vein on the side of the penis
disappearing into Kevin's mouth. When the red disk slipped past his lips
she stopped. She slowly rotated the rod until grooves on the disk were
facing Kevin's teeth.
Biting on her lower lip, Hannah pushed Kevin's jaw up. When his teeth
were inside the grooves, she withdrew her hands and waited with an
expectant expression on her face.
Hannah nearly jumped when she heard a sound of bubble gum balloon popping
inside Kevin's mouth. Moments later his Adam's apple moved up and down as
he swallowed.
She smiled and planted a brief kiss on Kevin's cheek. "Sleep tight
darling."
Hanna's white heels clicked on polished hardwood when she appeared in the
doorway pushing a chair. She put the chair three feet in front of
sleeping Kevin.
She spent the rest of the day sitting in the chair, observing Kevin
intently.
Chapter 3.
Kevin woke up with a feeling that something was wrong. He wanted to yawn,
yet he couldn't. His half asleep mind was receiving very disturbing
messages.
His jaw felt sore and stiff.
He was tasting something funny in his mouth. Sweet. He made a mental note
to brush his teeth.
Something hard, soft and velvety was pressing on his tongue,
contradicting signals read. The same thing seemed to touch his palate.
A droplet of thick, sweet fluid fell on the base of his tongue. He tried
moving his tongue, but something held it trapped.
He tried closing his mouth to swallow, but it wouldn't close.
He tried opening his mouth, but they wouldn't open either. It felt as if
smoothing held his front teeth in steel grip.
His right hand slowly rose up and explored. A hard, smooth object was
stuck between his teeth.
'What the...'
The events of the last evening came flooding. They were infiltrating a
government facility. They stole some weird stuff there. Stockings, a sex
toy, and a pair of high heels. He remembered Hannah dressing him in
stockings. He stopped her. Then there was a wonderfully long, sloppy
blowjob. With a lot of deepthroating. Then nothing.
Kevin sat upright and opened his eyes. Hannah was sitting In front of
him, observing him intently.
He thought, he felt something smooth shifting along his buttocks, but
ignored the sensation. There were more pressing matters at hand.
His fingers explored the object holding his teeth. 'Smooth, hard,
circular...?' Something long and thick, leaking sweet fluid into his
mouth was attached to it. His tongue slid along a thick swelling running
along the object's length. He pushed his index finger into the corner of
his mouth and felt the surface of the shaft.
No way!
His arm shot in Hanna's direction pointing a finger accusingly. A strand
of light brown hair fell down covering his eye. He brushed it to the side
with his free hand.
"I'm sorry honey, I had to." She looked at him apologetically.
Kevin froze for a second. Hannah thought she could see two big question
marks flashing in his eyes. He pinched the loose strand of hair and
pulled it in front oh his eye. 'What the...?' He had dark hair. Not light
brown.
"Whah havh ah hone!"
She grabbed his extended arm in her hands and knelt in front of him.
"Kev, calm down, now we know what these things do." Her hand started to
caress his thigh consolingly.
It felt nice. Very nice. Too nice, actually.
He looked d