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A first date - Part 3
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 20:00:06 +0000 UTCChapter 3
Gemma strode into the laboratory, her white bodysuit gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. The room hummed with a low, almost imperceptible buzz of advanced technology. Panels of sleek, reflective surfaces and intricate machinery lined the walls, casting an eerie glow that accentuated the futuristic strangeness of the place.
Her steps were measured and precise, each movement deliberate as she approached Sara and Kim. Both women stood at attention, their identical white bodysuits highlighting their own striking features. Their expressions remained impassive as Gemma neared them.
"How's the subject?" Gemma's voice cut through the sterile silence like a knife, her tone devoid of emotion but carrying an air of authority.
Sara glanced at a nearby monitor, its screen awash with complex data streams. "He's fully unaware of his reality," she reported. "Brain signals indicate he's fine and healthy."
Kim nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving the screen. "All parameters are within acceptable limits."
Gemma's gaze shifted to the center of the room where Mitch lay. His body was completely still, held in place by sleek metal restraints that wrapped around his wrists and ankles. His face was obscured by a high-tech headset that covered his eyes and ears, feeding him an endless stream of sensory input designed to keep him in a state of blissful ignorance.
A mechanical device attached to his cock worked with cold precision, its movements methodical and relentless. The machine edged him over and over, bringing him to the brink of release only to pull back at the last moment. His muscles twitched involuntarily beneath the restraints, his body reacting to sensations he couldn't control.
Gemma watched him for a moment longer, her expression unreadable. "Increase the intensity," she ordered.
Sara's fingers danced over a control panel, adjusting settings with practiced ease. The hum of machinery grew louder as the device on Mitch’s cock sped up its rhythm, pushing him closer to the edge with each calculated stroke.
Mitch’s body strained against the restraints, muscles taut with pent-up tension. His breaths came in shallow gasps beneath the headset as he remained trapped in a cycle of endless arousal.
Gemma turned her attention back to Sara and Kim. "Keep monitoring his vitals," she instructed. "We need him in peak condition for the next phase."
Both women nodded in unison, their focus returning to their respective tasks as Gemma continued her inspection of the lab.
Gemma scrutinized the data on the monitors, her eyes narrowing slightly. "How long has he been under this cycle?"
Sara didn’t look up from her screen. "A year now. His mind gets wiped every few days, just enough to keep him from realizing the repetition."
Kim added, "He relives the same date with Katherine over and over. Each time, we add slight variations to keep his brain engaged."
Gemma nodded, satisfied. "And the physical maintenance?"
Sara tapped a few buttons, pulling up another set of data. "He receives liquid nourishment continuously. The drugs keep him alert and in peak physical health."
"His body is a well-oiled machine," Kim said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Edged for 24 hours every day without release," Gemma mused. "It's remarkable he's held up this long."
Sara looked at Mitch’s restrained form. "He's one of the select few who can endure this kind of regimen."
"Incredible," Gemma murmured. "Especially considering why we’re doing this."
Kim’s gaze flickered to Gemma. "The infertility crisis."
Gemma nodded, her expression hardening. "By 2300, men became infertile across the globe. A biological catastrophe."
Sara’s fingers flew over the keyboard as she brought up historical data on another screen. "Years of research finally led us here. We discovered that extreme edging could potentially restore fertility in a small percentage of men."
"And Mitch," Kim interjected, "is one of those rare individuals."
Gemma walked closer to Mitch, watching his muscles twitch under the relentless stimulation. "He passed all preliminary tests last year," she said. "Now he’s been edged every day since."
"To keep his sanity intact," Sara explained, "we had to lock him in this virtual world. He believes he's on a continuous series of dates with Katherine."
Kim leaned back slightly, her eyes meeting Gemma’s. "If this works, Mitch’s sperm could be fertile again soon."
"Humanity's hope lies in these select few," Gemma stated firmly. "And we cannot afford any mistakes."
The hum of machinery and Mitch's shallow breaths filled the room as they returned to their tasks.
Their work was meticulous and unyielding—much like the future they were striving to save.
Gemma glanced at Sara and Kim once more before turning away, her thoughts already on the next steps they would need to take.
Comments
Sasha
Wait till you start reading Echoes
Drake Breen
Ohhh wow that threw me a loop that's a beautiful twist! (Although, uh. I guess with the stakes of the infertility crisis so high it would be unethical for anyone to quietly disable the daily mind-wiping and turn the upstanding noble medical facility into a torture chamber so I guess it's good nobody could ever be so warped as to instinctively imagine such a thing 😳)
Alee
Just finished. So, wild. Almost like an erotic version of Umbrella Corp.
Alee
The beginning was a shocking twist. I actually had to back out of the story to make sure I was reading the right story.
Martin
Straight out of black mirrors haha. Imagine though… a few of these men all together would make great seconds…
Hob
Didn't expect this twist, had to do a double take when I started reading
Gerda
Hah! Futa cum futures, I invest right now!
