The lobby space was no more welcoming than it had been that afternoon, still mostly hastily-arranged folding chairs and water-damaged trade journals from 10 years ago for reading material. The intercom had abandoned speech and switched to a sort of drab muzak. Wilma stood up from one of the folding chairs rubbing her lower back.

“Okay good, you’re back.” she grunted, obviously in some mild pain from the aggressively un-ergonomic chairs. “I can take your stuff,” she said with an outstretched hand.

“Really?” Amelia said with surprise. Judging by how she was standing, the older woman had had her spine pretty thoroughly mutilated by that chair.

“Yes, really.” She growled. “Besides, you’re late for your employee orientation anyway. They’re expecting you in TC1-A.”

Amelia handed over the bag, which was heavier than it looked (and it looked damn heavy), and Wilma shouldered it with grim stiffness. “Follow me…” she said laboredly.

Amelia once again watched Wilma swipe her keycard and unlock the thick steel door that led deeper into the building. Without the outside light illuminating the interior, the path to TC1-A seemed a lot more meandering and unintuitive. Amelia wasn’t certain she could retrace her steps. Certainly not at night.

The buzzing electric lights in TC1-A were especially disorienting at night, contrasted against the quiet and darkness of the outdoors. 

Dr. Jardinez sat opposite an empty chair with a stainless steel briefcase positioned slightly to his right on the desk. He gestured for her to sit across from him, and indeed as she heard Wilma click the door closed behind her, she didn’t see much of a choice.

“We’re so happy you’ve decided to make the commitment to join our work family!” Jardinez beamed as Amelia sat down.

“Yeah- Yeah, of course.” she replied with mild confusion. “Am I the only one here? For onboarding, I mean?” she added, hesitantly.

“Oh Ms. Davis, we don’t mass onboard here.” he crooned, gingerly opening the case in front of him. “We take care to seeing to it that each new hiree is…”

He spun the case towards Amelia so that she could see its contents: three small medical syringes, and two rows of vials.

“...specially trained.”

Amelia froze. The reality of her situation came crashing down on her. For what felt like the ninth or tenth time that day, she could feel tears tugging at the corners of her eyes. There was no way this was routine onboarding for a research position. This wasn’t even the ground floor of an MLM. This was something much worse, she could feel it.

“N- no, wait… I…”

“Ms Davis, please” Jardinez sighed with mock exasperation. “I understand that typanophobia isn’t at all uncommon, but please, try not to overreact to this perfectly normal biomedical attunement procedure applied to incoming employees.”

“I- I opt out!” she nearly screamed.

“Really.” Jardinez asked incredulously. “You’re going to eat the 2.5k premature withdrawal fee in your contract over a little needle?”

A tear ran down her left cheek uncontrollably.

She rolled up her sleeve and held out her arm, her face a mask of numb despair. Jardinez’s grin only widened as he readied the first injection.

—

The damnable contractors Fabacea had hired to expand the underground portion of the former Rainforest Cafe into a veritable labyrinth had done a terrific job making things impossible to find at night. Liam wondered how it was possible that coming back after his usual hours would make it so much more difficult to track down a room he had passed at least once a week every week for the three years he had worked there.

Still, no one made any move to stop him. In fact, he didn’t see anyone at all in the halls. When he finally opened the door to TC1-A, the only soul he found was Amelia, curled up and sobbing in the fetal position, cradling the arm where Jardinez had injected her.

“Oh god,” Liam gasped, running over to her “I’m so sorry. What have they already done to you? Please, what can I–”

She looked up at him, red-faced and eyes still blurry with tears. “You– you’re that guy that tried to warn me!” the tears began welling up again. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I should have listened to you, I'm sorry!” she looked away from him, evidently in pain. “I should have listened to…” her arms fell to her wayside “Oh god! I should have listened to mom”

She collapsed in on herself again, unable to bear the pain of admitting defeat to that shrew more than anything.

Liam reached down towards her, and she uncurled slightly, doing her best to parse the image of his outstretched hand through the filter of her tears.

She leaned forward towards his hand, and rested her cheek in his palm. Her skin was burning hot. Hotter than one’s face gets from simply crying. He could feel her heart working in overtime, and as he looked into her eyes, he saw a hunger there that hadn’t been there before.

“Thank you” she said, sniffling. The tears had stopped flowing as intensely now, and as she seemed to regain some of her posture, she kept his hand placed firmly against her cheek. “Now please, I’ll listen now. Tell me what’s actually going on.”

“Well, as I was trying to tell you earlier” Liam said, trying to break eye contact as her gaze slowly stopped drifting around the room and settled on him with unnerving intensity. “The position you signed up for wasn’t as a lab technician or a research assistant. They have you here as a guinea pig.”

An hour ago, that revelation would’ve disgusted and terrified Amelia. Now though… well, make no mistake, it sort of still did, but there was now a part of her (an increasingly loud part) that felt like she was being pumped full of sugar and rainbows when she heard it. She tried to gasp. The resulting sound came out more like a drunken purr as she nuzzled even harder against his palm.

“No, stop!” he pulled his hand away. “Please, I’m sorry, but you’re going to need to focus bef-”

And that’s about all Amelia caught before she was totally lost in this nice man’s kind eyes again. She found herself slowly, languidly shifting positions, trying to scoot across the floor closer to him while unconsciously rubbing her thighs together frantically. This man was trying to save her! And he was CUTE!

Liam looked down at Amelia with worry. A starfish would be able to tell that she was getting painfully horny, down there on the floor squirming and trying not to blink so she didn’t have to stop looking at his bulge.

Oh god, his bulge.

No, please. He couldn’t have an erection now.

But looking at her… she had an adorably mousey freckled face, with a shy, crooked-toothed smile and big expressive gray eyes that looked sort of distant and dreamy even when her brain wasn’t being pummeled by hormones. When looking at her while sitting at the desk earlier, she had looked like kind of a twig, but up close, it was much more obvious that this was only even arguably the case above the waist. The desk had obscured her wide, soft thighs that cleanly tapered into a huge, pillowy ass that squished and wobbled mesmerizingly as she writhed in mounting desperation.

And as he realized with mounting horror that he couldn’t look away, he saw her gaze drift southward, and a tiny string of saliva drip from the sides of her mouth.

Without breaking his gaze, he moved for the door. Slowly.

“Hold me.” she whimpered, eyes quivering.

“I’m– I’m sorry, but-” he lunged for the door, only to be met with the indifferent resistance of the magnetic lock.

“P– please! I’m sorry! I- I can’t take being alone anymore! Please, god!” she wailed

Liam fumbled with his keycard, hastily swiping it across the scanner. The red flash and buzz signaled betrayal: his access had been revoked. He was trapped in here. And she was already wrapped around his ankles.

“Please, Ms. Davis, I understand it may be unpleasant, but-”

“You don’t understand shit!” she snapped back, eyes stung with tears. “I don’t have anything left! My–” she sobbed “My one ticket to a real life turned out to be a fucking scam! No, worse, it’s a… a… I don’t even know what it is!” she gave up, collapsing back into hysterics.

Then, grabbing the hem of his shirt, she looked up at him with as much steely conviction as she could muster. “Please…” she pleaded for what felt to both of them like the trillionth time that night. “You are the only person that has been anything less than a complete monster to me for so long, I…”

The tears started up again. Liam was paralyzed by what he still somehow continued to insist to himself was fear and not arousal. She pressed her head flat against his chest. 

“Please” she repeated, her voice barely more than a whisper “I’m so scared, and I can’t explain why, but I know I’ll feel better once I have you inside me.”

Liam’s limbs felt numb. It felt like every drop of blood in his body was trying to escape through the head of his cock.

“No!” he tried to clench his fist and set his jaw. “You don’t know what you’re doing! Giving into these urges now will make things far worse! What you’re feeling now is a part of the–”

Her tender caress had turned into a vice grip. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about! Please, I… I’ll understand better when I’m full of your cum!” she begged. She released her right hand grip to begin unzipping his fly.

Liam continued to protest, but his declarations of conscientious objection grew increasingly token as he finally slumped down against the door, letting her fall on top of him in an awkward embrace as she struggled to liberate his member unassisted. By the time she had fumbled it free and was able to gaze at it poking up through the seam of his boxers with animal hunger, her own jeans had basically already wriggled their way off of her generous hips. 

With mesmerized exhaustion, Liam watched as she guided his hand towards her needy slit. He watched like a helpless observer in his own body as he removed her panties; once an understated little article crossed with vertical black and white bars, now so thoroughly saturated with the juices of human desire as to resemble a washrag more than clothing. They hit the floor with a visceral *plop* that might as well have been on the other side of the solar system as far both of the room’s occupants were concerned.

With the path between his twitching, engorged dick and her tight little pussy – unshaven, ravenous, and absolutely gushing – unobstructed, Liam’s body simply operated on pure inertia, no more a free agent than a piece of space debris falling into the sun.

As he entered her, he watched the look on her face morph from manic, desperate terror to the kind of uncomplicated, utterly tactile bliss one typically associates with a person receiving a deep tissue massage. He let out a reflexive gasp as the blissed-out test subject riding his meat began to grind with increasing intensity.

It took all of three minutes for him to reach climax.

“No…” he protested weakly, the understated interjection contrasting against the absolute detonation of genetic material, as his beleaguered cock finally released its payload, absolutely saturating every nook and cranny of her waiting womb.

Amelia’s eyes rolled into her head as she let out an unearthly guttural moan. She sat there for a moment, eyes glassy and smile placid, as the sensation of being truly filled washed over her. After that moment passed, she collapsed on top of her new lover, a sloppy mess unconcerned with hygiene or propriety when she could be experiencing further intimacy from what was rapidly becoming the center of her universe. She could feel further chemical alterations deep in the living furnace of her tummy. As she gazed at the man whose name she had never properly learned, she found herself drifting to sleep to disjointed thoughts about how lucky she was to have found someone so kind to share her life with.

Liam wanted to object, but looking down at her soft, sweet expression – the first time he had seen the poor girl express anything other than raw fear or indignance – he realized to his terror that he simply couldn’t disturb her. His superego said that what was happening was coercive. Dehumanizing, even.

But something deeper, more irrational, objected.

This girl had given herself to him utterly. In the span of an hour, he had seemingly become the only thing left in her life of any consequence. And with his apparent authorization downgrade, Liam doubted that he was going to be making tremendous progress in his own career anytime soon. They really were all each other had now, and to Liam’s disgust, he had to actively remind himself that this was a bad thing.

It was so hard to maintain righteous anger when your whole world is blissfully snoozing with her head on your chest, and the longer he stared at her, the more his internal objections were overwritten by images of her happy, peaceful face.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, slumped against the only door in or out of TC1-A, which was technically a fire code violation, but the building was crazy-full of asbestos, so at least fire wasn’t so much a concern.