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I told her that I couldn't think of anything at the moment, only that I wanted to talk to Akira. She nodded and told me to rest. She ordered Kristine to stand guard outside my room, as well as the room of this Keith Morrell person. His room was next to mine so it was easy for her to guard both.
Kristine saluted Dr. Miller when she was given the order, and then both women left me alone in my room. I lay on the bed looking at my new clothes. I thought about putting my clothes back on, but after looking out the window I saw that the sun was setting. I felt tired not just from being milked by the Orgasmanatrix, but also because it was getting late. I chose not to put my clothes back on because I admit that I enjoy sleeping in the nude. I drew the bed sheet over my naked body and took a little nap while waiting for Akira.
I was on the verge of entering a dream when I felt a hand gently shake my shoulder. I awoke to the sight of Akira standing over me. She looked divine.
"Dr. Miller said you wanted to see me."
"Oh. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about some things."
"What things?"
I told her that I wanted to know more about her past. She seemed a little surprised at first. I think she was expecting me to ask questions related to the Y-Virus or the world outside the CDC. To tell the truth, I wanted to get to know her better so that I could hopefully establish a connection of some kind. I was attracted to her and wanted the opportunity to build something that could hopefully one day turn into a relationship (or what could be considered a relationship in this new world). My chances were very, very good considering I was the only male in the facility that was awake. The best time was now.
I think she understood the main reason I wanted to see her. She was a very smart woman after all and gave me a knowing look.
We talked about many different things: our past, what jobs we used to have, what our friends and family were like, the crazy things we did in high school, etcetera. Akira was very interested in knowing about my previous relationships. I told her about what happened between my ex-girlfriend Sarah and my best friend David. She offered her sympathies and condolences. I was thinking of asking her more about her ex-boyfriend, Kyle, but stopped myself because I remembered her saying that he died right in front of her when the Y-Virus first appeared. I didn't want to bring up old wounds.
I was tired, but we talked and laughed together for a few hours. When I was around Akira, I couldn't bring myself to let fatigue govern my time with her. She made me feel alive! Even though I felt very embarrassed that she now knew what my kinks were, she was gracious enough not to bring up the subject matter of what was displayed on that monitor.
After laughing together for a few hours, Akira noticed that I was yawning more frequently. She urged me to get some rest, but I begged her to stay with me a few minutes longer. She agreed to stay, but told me that she didn't want to catch any heat from Dr. Miller by keeping me up. I cared for Akira and didn't want to get her in a scuffle with her superior.
Eventually she did have to take her leave. When she did, I, once again, couldn't look away from her ass when she walked. She knew that I was an 'ass-man' and swayed her hips a little more than she used to. She was teasing me . . . and liking it. I would've gotten a boner if I wasn't so worn out from my bout with the Orgasmanatrix.
She smiled back at me before closing my door, and said, "Goodnight, Ryan."
"Goodnight, Akira."
I fluffed up my pillow and quickly fell asleep. I began to dream about Akira. We were both naked and alone in a forest somewhere. Thin rays of sunlight pierced through the canopy of the trees and fell upon her flawless porcelain skin. She was perfect; everything was perfect. We lay on the grass with our backs up against a moss-covered tree. We shared fruit and good laughter. I didn't want the dream to end, but, like all dreams, it would.
I awoke the next morning to the sight of Nancy Weller and Dr. McFlarghan standing in my room.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoI think this is really good. I don't think you are over explaining situations or scenes of people I like all of whatcha doing. You should ignore what the previous comment said. But I think there should be more sex.
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoIn the scenario of a Dystopian future where men are forcibly controlled and milked to re-populate the earth... I for one, would suicide myself in the process of destroying my own testes and any / all other viable DNA suitable for cloning. If the world has gone this mad, I would not allow myself, nor any of my potential progeny to be any part of it.
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoHe definitely needs to experience more orgasm torture and denial. Not to mention enema, shocks and other fun surprises :)
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoWe don't need to know who stood where, who saluted who, when, and how. You seem to always choose the most verbose and convoluted words to convey a scene, and idea, an impression, or an act. Many of the phrases read like staging a play rather than telling a story. Who sat where, where they placed their glass, who carried what variety of weapons, how many guards there are at each post and secure room, etc. Just drags out the story and distracts from the main concept, how this new society and culture is going to work.
