The lab door hissed open as Madeline entered. Here she was known as Operator Vic, which stood for 'Very Intense Climax'. During her application, she had proven to be rather expressive when it came to her climax but she also managed to make those around her experience one as they've never had before, thus earning her the nickname.

The lab was empty in terms of personnel, giving her free acces to any instrument she'd desire. Days like these where her favourite, she could work undisturbed on her secret project and even slack on the job.

She was in charge of hormones and pheromones to stimulate orgasms, her latest batch had proven rather effective at making the subject cum without being touched, the reaction on the camera feed was priceless as he jizzed his pants inside the busy elevator.

It wasn't standard practice to test drugs on an operator, but considering the effect and her general success within the company, they let her off with a warning.

Madeline smirked as she ran her fingers along the cold steel countertop, her hips swaying slightly with each step toward the hormone synthesizer. The machine hummed softly, its display flashing with the latest batch’s potency metrics—98.7% effectiveness. Nearly too efficient, she thought, biting her lip as she tapped in a new command sequence.

A soft chime echoed through the lab as the refrigeration unit unlocked, revealing rows of shimmering vials filled with viscous pink liquid. She plucked one, rolling it between her fingers before pressing it to the injector port. The machine hissed in acknowledgment, priming the dose with a series of rapid clicks.

After a lot of audible inner workings the machine spat out a dozen pills wich she collected into a container and stached into her drawer, she sat behind the desk working up a report till she needed a bathroom break, she had decided today had been a productive day and that she could also take one of her "smoke breaks" wich in her case meant masturbating behind her desk to some of the footage of their subjects.

She came back to her desk, the zipper of her latex suit already undone, she sat back and popped in one of her pills while she browsed the feeds for some good smut, the pills would take effect within minutes so she had to be fast.

Madeline frowned as she tapped her fingers against the desk, her thighs already squeezing together in anticipation. The usual tingling warmth that would spread through her body within minutes of taking one of her pills was conspicuously absent. She leaned back in her chair, rolling the remaining pills between her fingers with a curious "hmmm..." had she miscalculated the dosage?

Her screen flickered to life as she pulled up a particularly enticing feed: Subject #247, strapped to a restraint chair, whimpering as a pair of Operators teased him with feather-light touches along his thighs. Normally, just the sight would have been enough to make her squirm, her own arousal spiking in sympathy. But now? Nothing.

Her own arousal had been fucked up ever since taking these pills, in secret of course as it was also against company policy, she quickly popped two more pills but after 5 minutes of touching her dry cooch she emptyd the whole bottle in a gulp just as an announcement popped up on her screen:

—:Emergency meeting 10 minutes:—

"Shit!" she cursed under her breath, these pills better start working fast if she wanted to rub one out before then.

Madeline's fingers drummed impatiently against her slick latex-clad thigh as she watched the digital clock tick down. 9 minutes remaining. The empty pill bottle rolled off her desk with a plastic clatter as she spread her legs wider, gloved fingertips pressing insistently against her unresponsive folds. Still nothing. Not even a twitch.

She growled low in her throat, slamming a fist against the console hard enough to make the feeds shudder. Subject #247's moans crackled through the speakers, his hips bucking against restraints as an Operator dragged a vibrator along his swollen cock. Normally, the sound alone would have had her dripping. Now? Dry as the lab's sterile air.

Torturous minutes went by as they kept stimulating the poor subject on orgasm denial drugs while she couldn't even get horny! "Damn it.. I'll have to work out the kinks later.. I best head to the meeting," she muttered to herself, zipping up her suit and heading for the elevator.

Inside the elevator, she and a nervous-looking intern rode it towards the meeting floor, and that's when the first signs of the pill came in.. a warm heat blooming in her abdomen as the elevator doors opened slowly.. almost teasingly so.

The warmth spread like ripples on a pond through Madeline’s veins, her breath hitching as her latex suit suddenly felt three sizes too small. Her nipples peaked against the tight material, and a slow, dizzying pulse began between her thighs. Each throb more insistent than the last. The intern beside her shifted nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared resolutely at the elevator doors. The poor lad already had a hard time not ogling her curves and now she was letting out faint whimpers and creaks as she shuffled in place.

Madeline’s gloved hand twitched at her side, her fingers curling as she fought the urge to press them between her legs right there. The elevator’s hum seemed to vibrate through her, syncing with the relentless ache building inside her.

With the doors fully open the intern stepped outside but seemed confused as she wasn't following. "E-excuse me miss..v...Vic" He read off her uniform; "I'm new and I don't know the way.. a-are you comming to the meeting?"

She stifled a moan and awnsered a breathy "Yhes!"

Madeline’s knees nearly buckled as she forced herself forward, every step sending jolts of electric pleasure up her spine. The intern’s nervous scent of sweat and cheap cologne hit her like a drug, her nostrils flaring as her hips swayed with exaggerated need. The hallway stretched before them, sterile white walls pulsing in time with her heartbeat.  Her vission spinning at the edges.

She could feel the exact moment the pills fully kicked in: a molten flood between her thighs, her slick soaking through the thin latex barrier. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her clit throbbed, swollen and neglected. The creaks of her suit intensified with the added moisture but the intern didn't seem to notice; to Madeline's ears, though, it was as loud as a squeaking mouse in a panic.

They opened the door to the meeting room, and everyone was already seated except for them.

The moment Madeline stepped into the meeting room, the rhythmic squeak of her latex suit punctuated every movement like a obscene metronome. A few heads turned, some curious, others amused as the slick, rubbery sounds echoed off the sterile walls. Her cheeks burned hotter than the arousal pooling between her thighs.

Each step was agony. The suit groaned as her thighs rubbed together, the noise embarrassingly loud in the sudden hush of the room. A droplet of her slick slid down her inner thigh with an audible plip against the tile floor. Someone coughed. Another operator, a smug brunette with a clipboard, arched an eyebrow, her lips twitching but none spoke up except for the one who called the meeting.

The CEO’s voice cut through the stifling air, like nails on a chalkboard. “Operator Vic, glad you could finally join us.” His gaze lingered on the damp spot spreading between her thighs, then flicked to the squeaking latex clinging to her shuddering hips. Madeline’s breath hitched as she gripped the edge of the conference table, her knuckles turning white beneath the gloves. The intern, a poor, trembling thing, flinched as her knee jerked involuntarily, buckling against the chair leg with a wet squelch.

A high-pitched whine escaped her throat when she lowered herself into the seat, the latex sealing around her swollen folds with a lewd shlllk that barely went unnoticed aside from the few who'd been eying her causing one of them to snicker behind their papers.

The CEO’s smirk widened as Madeline’s hips jerked against the chair, her latex suit producing a muffled shllrp as it suctioned tighter with every squirm. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps that fogged the inside of her mask. The intern beside her leaned over to whisper, “Are you..uh..feeling alright, Operator Vic?”

Her thighs clenched involuntarily, the resulting squelch loud enough to make the brunette across the table drop her pen with a snort.

She simply nodded and gestured for him to pay attention to the CEO.

The CEO cleared his throat, tapping his tablet to bring up a holographic projection above the conference table. The glowing blue display showed Subject #247’s biometrics; heart rate spiking, pupils dilated, skin flushed, all while restrained in a testing chamber. Madeline’s breath hitched again as she recognized the footage from her earlier... research.

"Phase Three begins today," the CEO announced, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Our newest batch of neural inhibitors will be administered to all high-priority subjects." He swiped the projection, revealing a syringe filled with shimmering pink liquid. "This will ensure compliance without dulling their... enthusiasm."

Another giggle came from the brunette but the CEO gave her a stern look and she stopped. "The idea behind these trials is clear to everyone?" They asked.

Madeline’s gloved fingers dug into the armrests as the CEO’s words slithered through the room. The pink liquid in the syringe glowed mockingly, its hue matching the flush creeping up her neck. A fresh wave of slick seeped from her swollen folds, the latex beneath her thighs letting out a slow, sticky peel as she shifted. The intern’s knee bumped hers. Whether accidental or not, the contact sent a jolt up her spine, her hips bucking against the chair with a wet thunk.

"Yes Vic?" The CEO asked as if he didn't know what was going on.

Madeline’s lips parted behind her mask, a shuddering exhale fogging the transparent material as her thighs squeezed together only to produce another obscene squelch. The CEO’s smirk deepened, his polished shoes tapping impatiently against the floor.

“Yh-yes, sir,” she managed, her voice strangled as another ripple of heat pulsed through her core. The intern’s thigh pressed harder against hers, whether out of nervousness or something else, she couldn’t tell but the pressure was maddening. Her latex-clad toes curled inside her boots, her hips grinding down in tiny, desperate circles against the chair. It didn't help that the subject she'd intended to fap to was still on full display being 'tortured' by sexual instruments.

The CEO’s polished nails tapped the syringe’s projection, making it swirl hypnotically. "Excellent. Then let’s proceed with—"

Madeline’s breath hitched as Subject #247’s moan crackled through the speakers, her thighs clamping tighter around the chair’s edge. A fresh, sticky shllrp echoed beneath her as the latex suctioned wetly against her folds—too loud, too lewd. The brunette’s pen clattered again, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

"What is so funny Linger?" The ceo adressed the brunette.

Linger’s smirk faltered under the CEO’s glare, her fingers fumbling to retrieve the pen. "N-nothing, sir," she stammered, though her gaze flicked pointedly to Madeline’s trembling thighs.

The CEO’s polished shoe tapped again. "Focus, Operator." His voice was velvet-wrapped steel as he swiped the projection to a live feed of Subject #247 writhing against electro-stimulation cuffs, his moans pitching higher.

Madeline’s breath stuttered, her gloved fingers spasming against the armrests."E-excuse me.. I..nn..need to use the restroom"

She stood up and headed for the door knowing full well this too was against protocol during emergency meetings but she wasn't waiting for permission, this was an emergency too!

Madeline staggered toward the door, every step sending a torturous squelch echoing through the conference room. The CEO’s voice cut through the haze of her arousal like a blade.

"Operator Vic—protocol states no dismissals during emergency briefings."

Her gloved hand slapped against the doorframe for balance as another shudder wracked her body. The latex between her thighs had gone from damp to drenched, clinging obscenely with each shift of her hips. A thin, glistening strand stretched from the chair to her suit as she pulled away, "I..it's my period sir.."

"Dismissed" The ceo simply nodded and moved on with the briefing. Madeline rushed out of the door to the toilets. But bumps into a group of VIP's being toured throughout the facility, she has to wait for them to pass but instead of doing so their escort stops to adress her.

"Aaand this is VIC, she's in charge of our latest project involving climax isn't that right?"

Madeline’s breath caught in her throat as the VIPs’ eyes locked onto her trembling form, their gazes lingering on the way her latex suit clung obscenely to her slick thighs. The escort’s polished smile didn’t waver, but Madeline could see the flicker of amusement in her eyes as she gestured toward her.

“Y-yes,” Madeline choked out, her voice thick with desperation. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, producing another audible squelch that made one of the VIPs a broad-shouldered fur in a tailored suit, raise an eyebrow.

"Can you tell us a little about your work, I'm sure we'll be delighted to hear about your latest results!"

Madeline’s gloved fingers twitched at her sides as another wave of heat pulsed through her core, the VIPs’ expectant stares pressing down on her like a physical weight. The broad-shouldered fur.. a bear's nostrils flared subtly; he could smell her, his tailored suit shifting as he leaned in with predatory interest.

“O-of course,” she stammered, her voice cracking as a bead of sweat trailed down her temple beneath the mask. The escort’s polished nails tapped her tablet, pulling up a hologram of Subject #247 mid-scream, his body arched against restraints as pink-tinted arousal dripped from his cock.

A whimper escaped Madeline’s throat. "Ahh..Aaas..as you can see.. it's a combination of an arousal inducing concoction m~mixed with a denier and number, they'll feel so aroused they'll be on the verge of climax but c-caan't achieve it regardless of the amount of ste-stimulation!"

Madeline’s explanation dissolved into a shuddering gasp as the hologram zoomed in on Subject #247’s twitching cock, the pink denial serum visibly pulsing through his engorged veins. The bear VIP’s low chuckle rumbled through her like a second vibration.

"Fascinating," he purred, "But I’m more interested in... field testing." His massive paw settled on the small of her back, pressing just enough to make her stagger forward her soaked latex emitted a lewd, sucking pop as her thighs parted involuntarily.

"I-iff you'll excuse me..I..Nn-need to get to the lab!" Madeline whimpered heading towards the toilets.

"Isn't the lab that way?" one of the VIP's asked their guide "I tought you where taking us to it?"

But Madeline had already dissapeared from sight as the tourguide awnsered that question.

Madeline’s gloved hands fumbled at the restroom door handle, her slick fingers slipping against the metal as she desperately twisted—only for the red "DECONTAMINATION IN PROGRESS" light to blink mockingly above the frame. A choked sob caught in her throat as her knees buckled, the latex suit creaking obscenely when her thighs slammed together to stifle another violent shudder.

She had no choice but to head to the elevator.

Madeline’s thighs slapped together with a wet smack as she stumbled toward the elevator, her gloved hand smearing slick streaks across the wall for balance. The doors hissed open just as another torturous pulse of heat seared through her core, her breath hitched at the sight of the empty compartment, salvation and damnation in one.

She lurched inside, her back hitting the mirrored wall as the doors slid shut, trapping her in the suffocating silence. The latex suit suctioned tighter with every ragged gasp, her swollen nipples dragging against the material in slow, maddening circles.

She couldn't restrain herself anymore as the final dosage of pills surged through her system, all 10 pills at once driving her mad with lust.

"Sh-ouldn..nt...hh--have swallowed that bottle" she curses under her breath, huffing as she unzips her suit, her fingers dig into her cunt with the need of someone possesed. Her fingers scratch at her G-spot like she's a zombie digging for brains the lust taken over her rational mind only leaving lust and desire but no matter how much she stimulates herself she can't achieve her climax.. and then she remembers the random cup of coffee she'd taken at the coffee machine. The one that had been freshly brewed but unatended, plain black to her liking with a faint smell of vanilla.. did someone put orgasmic numbers in there? How much did they put in there?!

"Fhucking fucchk!" She curses, her hand in overdrive rubbing at her clit. Madeline’s hips bucked violently against her own hand, the latex of her suit squealing in protest as her thighs trembled. She choked out a scream while her fingers pistoned inside herself, knuckles white with the force of her thrusts. The elevator’s mirrored walls reflected her debauched state: lips parted in a silent wail, sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the sterile lights, her neglected breasts heaving with every ragged gasp.

Then she noticed the blinking light of the camera in the corner of the elevator and froze. She realized she's been set-up. A punishment for stealing company resources and breaking protocol.. she had read the fineprint in her contract and knew the consequences but had never imagined getting caught..

A mechanical chime announced the elevator’s descent, the vibration shuddering through the floor and up her spine, sending fresh waves of torturous pleasure rippling through her oversensitive nerves.

The vibration sent Madeline’s fingers slipping against her swollen clit, her entire body convulsing as the elevator’s descent dragged the sensation into an unbearable wait. A garbled scream tore from her throat, half fury, half broken pleasure as her free hand scrabbled at the mirrored wall, leaving smeared streaks of sweat and latex polish. The camera’s blinking light pulsed in time with the emergency alert now flashing across the elevator’s display panel:

“PROTOCOL VIC INITIATED."

The words flashed crimson across the elevator display, searing into Madeline’s vision as her fingers stilled inside herself, but she knew there was nothing for her to do but accept her fate. The camera’s unblinking eye captured every twitch of her debauched body, every desperate squelch of latex against slick skin. A synthesized voice purred through hidden speakers, saccharine and cruel:

"Operator Vic, your unauthorized use of company property has been logged. Per Protocol VIC, your body is now forfeit to the testing division."

Madeline’s scream lodged in her throat as the elevator lurched sideways, tossing her against the wall.

Cold air hissed through suddenly exposed seams in the ceiling, not just air, but thin tendrils of cold shimmering pink mist curled downward through the heated air. She tried to scream, but the first breath she drew in seared her lungs with saccharine heat, her cunt clenching around her own fingers in traitorous delight. Had she still worn her suit this would have been prevented but whomever was behind this had planned this out better than her own scheme.

The mist thickened, swirling around her trembling thighs as the elevator’s speakers crackled. "Subject compliance commencing," the voice announced, clinical despite the way Madeline’s hips jerked at the words.

The elevator doors opened and several red suits stormed in grabbing her by her arms and hauling her off to a trial chamber where she would be strapped down in a chair just like the subject she'd been watching.. the one she'd intended to paw off to.

Madeline’s knees buckled as the red-suited enforcers dragged her forward, her thighs leaving glistening streaks on the polished floor. The mist still coiled around her ankles, its sickly-sweet scent making her head spin as her cunt pulsed around nothing, her fingers now wrenched away and pinned behind her back.

"P-please—" she gasped, but the word dissolved into a choked moan as one enforcer’s knee accidentally brushed her swollen clit through the latex. The chair loomed ahead, its restraints already humming with activation, the same steel cuffs that had held Subject #247 writhing in denial just hours before.

The cold metal of the chair seared against Madeline’s exposed thighs as the enforcers forced her down, her latex suit peeling away with wet, sticky sounds where sweat and arousal had glued it to her skin. One gloved hand clamped over her forehead, wrenching her head back against the headrest as the other restraints snapped shut; first her wrists, then her ankles, the magnetic locks hissing as they sealed shut.

A thin, needle-tipped tube descended from the ceiling, glistening with viscous pink fluid. Madeline’s breath hitched, her hips jerking uselessly against the restraints as the tube brushed her lower lips. "Nngh—no—!"

And it stopped, just before piercing her skin she was shown mercy as an operator revealed themselves from the shadows.

The operator stepped forward, their gloved fingers curling around the hovering tube with a deliberate slowness. Madeline’s breath came in ragged gasps as she recognized the smirk beneath the tinted visor—Linger.

"Did you really think," the brunette murmured, dragging the tip of the needle down Madeline’s inner thigh, "that stealing from my department wouldn’t have consequences?"

Madeline’s hips twitched, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of slick as the needle teased her clit. The enforcers’ grip tightened, their impassive mask giving nothing away as Linger leaned closer. "I think it's time to test these drugs properly, and as you know we are only allowed to do so on subjects.. so congratulations subject #488 you are the pioneer in our latest trials.. multi climax. Madeline’s hips twitched, her body betraying her with a fresh gush of slick as the needle teased her clit. The enforcers’ grip tightened, their impassive masks giving nothing away as Linger leaned closer. "I think it's time to test these drugs properly, and as you know we are only allowed to do so on subjects... so congratulations, Subject #488.. you are the pioneer in our latest trials... Multi-Climax."

Linger’s gloved thumb pressed the release mechanism on the tube, and it retracted, instead she'd be forced to ride out her self induced heat and both operators knew that orgasm deniers only worked for an hour or so.. soon she'd be in full excruciating heat without being able to touch herself.. she'd be completly at the mercy of Linger..

Linger’s fingers traced the quivering outline of Madeline’s clit through the latex her nail catching just enough to make the bound woman arch against her restraints with a choked whimper. "Look at you," she purred, dragging her glove through the slick mess between Madeline’s thighs before holding up glistening fingers to the light. "All this from your own stolen formula. Pathetic.. can't even cum without it anymore."

The overhead lights flickered as the denial serum’s timer ticked down in the corner of the chamber’s display —00:14:23— Madeline’s breath hitched as another wave of heat rolled through her, her thighs trembling against the cold metal restraints. She wanted to beg and plead but wouldn't grant Linger that pleasure. So she bit her lip and rode it out.

Linger’s smirk widened as Madeline’s teeth sank deeper into her lip, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the musky scent of arousal in the air. She leaned in, her breath hot against Madeline’s ear as the restraints creaked with every shuddering breath. "Tsk. Still playing the stubborn Operator?" Her gloved hand trailed down, circling Madeline’s now neglected clit with agonising precision... close enough to make her hips jerk, but never granting the pressure she craved.  

The display flashed —00:13:19— Time ticking by agonisingly slow.

"I won't tell you who snitched on you but what I will is that they shall be very pleased watching you squirm~" "I won't tell you who snitched on you, but what I will say is that they shall be very pleased watching you squirm~"  

Linger’s gloved fingers lingered just above Madeline’s clit, tracing slow, maddening circles in the air, close enough for the heat of her touch to radiate through the soaked latex, but never quite granting the contact Madeline’s body screamed for. The denial serum’s timer ticked down —00:12:45— each second stretching into an eternity as Madeline’s thighs trembled, slick pooling beneath her with every involuntary twitch of her hips.

Linger turned around and rummaged some through a drawer pulling out a tapered canine cock toy. "Bet this'll scratch that itch of yours~"  

Madeline’s breath caught as the rubber knot glistened under the sterile lab lights, the tapered length twitching slightly in Linger’s grip as it wobbled around. The brunette operator trailed the tip down Madeline’s inner thigh, letting it catch on the edge of her latex suit before dragging it upward with a slow, deliberate pace until the blunt head pressed against her soaked entrance. 

Madeline’s hips jerked instinctively, but the restraints held firm, forcing her to endure the teasing pressure without relief.  

—00:11:55—

Linger’s fingers tightened around the base of the knotted toy, pressing just the swollen tapered tip against Madeline’s entrance, letting her feel the stretch without granting her the relief of penetration.

Madeline’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips twitching uselessly against the restraints as slick smeared between her thighs, the latex suit creaking with every desperate shift of her body.

"Still so tight," Linger mused, dragging the tapered length up and down in slow, torturous strokes, coating it in Madeline’s own wetness. "Bet you’d take every inch if I'd let you."

Madeline bit down a moan, but the sound hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Such a good little slut.. all you have to do is say yes.. please fuck me mistress.."~

—00:10:21—

"Ph-leaase!" She finally broke, despite knowing she won't achieve a climax untill 10 minutes pass she needs the stimulation.

Linger’s grin turned predatory as Madeline’s plea hung in the air, her gloved fingers tightening around the knotted toy. "Ahh, was that so hard?" she cooed, dragging the tapered tip through Madeline’s slick folds one last agonizing time before finally—finally—pressing inward.

Madeline’s back arched as the thickest part of the toy stretched her, at least aside from the knot.. the tapered length filling her with slow, deliberate thrusts till the fat knobs pushed up against her puffy folds.

"PLEEAASE!" She squealed, needing to feel the whole thing.

Linger’s started twisting it just enough to make the tapered ridges inside Madeline catch on her oversensitive walls. "Since you asked so nicely~" she purred, before driving the knot home in one brutal, slick thrust.

Madeline’s scream shattered the sterile air of the chamber, her back bowing off the table as the swollen rubber bulb forced her open, stretching her beyond what should’ve been possible..yet her body yielded, clamping down around the intrusion with a gush of slick that soaked the restraints beneath her.

—00:09:38—

Madeline’s scream shattered the sterile air of the chamber, her back bowing off the table as the swollen rubber bulb forced her open, stretching her beyond what should’ve been possible and yet her body yielded, clamping down around the intrusion with a gush of slick that soaked the restraints beneath her.

—00:08:58—

Linger didn’t give her a second to adjust. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she pulled the knotted toy halfway out—Madeline’s inner walls clinging desperately to the tapered ridges—before slamming it back in, the rubber bulb popping past her entrance with a wet schlllk.  

Madeline’s vision whited out but she couldn't cum..

—00:08:43—  

Her thighs trembled violently, toes curling against the restraints as Linger set a relentless pace, each thrust forcing the knot deeper, stretching her wider, until the swollen base sat flush against her abused folds. The brunette operator leaned in whispering into her ear.

"Feel that? Feel how it's ruining you? Want me to ravage your pussy?"

Linger’s breath was hot against Madeline’s ear as her fingers dug into the trembling flesh of her inner thighs, spreading her wider. The knotted toy pistoned in and out with obscene wet squelches, each brutal thrust making Madeline’s overstretched walls flutter around the thick intrusion.  

"Look at you," Linger taunted, dragging a gloved fingertip through the mess of slick and latex peeling from Madeline’s thighs. "Dripping like some cheap whore...my cheap whore."

—00:07:21—  

She started pumping the toy in and out, the knot popping with squelching thrusts in and out of her sloppy folds.

"Tsk, tsk… still so tight," Linger purred, dragging the knot halfway out just to watch Madeline’s entrance cling desperately. "You’d think after all those stolen pills, you’d be ruined by now. Perhaps you'll never cum again.."

—00:06:35—  

Linger’s fingers dug into Madeline’s hips, forcing the knotted toy deeper with a wet pop that echoed through the chamber. Madeline’s thighs quivered, her back arching off the table as the swollen base stretched her to the brink. Each ridge catching on her fluttering walls, dragging a choked sob from her throat.  

—00:06:12—  

The brunette operator leaned closer, her lips almost brushing Madaline's ear through the visor "You wanted this, didn’t you?" she taunted, twisting the toy just enough to make Madeline’s toes curl.

—00:05:55—  

"You wanted to see someone become a mindless slut.. you wanted these drugs to drive people crazy.. wouldn't you say they are.. quite.. efective?"

—00:05:39—  

Madeline’s mouth opened and closed, her tongue thick and useless. The words dissolved into desperate, slurred whimpers as her hips bucked involuntarily against the empty air, her cunt still twitching from the brutal stretch of the knot.

Linger’s grin sharpened as she dragged the flared head of the horsecock strapon through Madeline’s slick, the shimmering gel leaving searing trails along her inner thighs. "Oh? Cat got your tongue, Subject 488?" she purred, pressing the tip just barely against Madeline’s swollen entrance. "Or are you too far gone to even beg?"

Madeline could only nod in agreement, she just needed to cum.. her eye darted at the clock:

—00:04:11—

Madeline’s throat clicked dryly as the flared head of the horsecock pressed against her ruined entrance, the shimmering gel searing into her oversensitive flesh as if it were on fire.

A broken whimper escaped her lips as her hips twitched upward, instinct overriding pride, only for Linger to pull the tip away with a cruel chuckle.

"Ah-ah," the Linger tutted, dragging the veined shaft along Madeline’s inner thigh, leaving trails of tingling gel that made her muscles spasm. "Words, Subject 488. Or do you want me to leave you dripping?"

Linger’s smirk deepened as Madeline’s lips trembled, her breath hitching in ragged gasps. The horsecock’s flared tip pressed against her slick entrance.

"Mhhh...mmiis..tress—" Madeline slurred, the words dissolving into a shuddering moan as Linger rewarded her with a slow, torturous inch of penetration. The shimmering gel seared into her walls, igniting every single nerve along its way.

—00:03:51—

The time seemed to slow down, or speed up.. Madeline couldn't even tell anymore, the need to cum overwhelming all her sence and tought.

"Yes?"

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAS!"

Linger's fingers curled around the base of the strapon as she leaned forward, her other hand pressing firmly against Madeline's shuddering stomach to pin her in place. "Since you asked so nicely..." she purred, before driving her hips forward in one brutal thrust.  

The flared head stretched Madeline wide with a wet schlllk, the veins dragging against her inner walls as the shimmering gel ignited fresh fire along every nerve. Madeline's back arched off the chair, a garbled scream tearing from her throat as the denial serum forced her body to feel every inch without release.  

Linger didn't give her time to adjust.

Linger pistoned the horsecock strapon in and out with wet, obscene slurps, each thrust driving the flared head deeper until Madeline could feel the ridge of the medial ring pressing against her abused entrance. The cum tube pulsed against her inner walls, pumping another wave of searing gel that made her vision white out at the edges.  

"Look at you-dripping like a broken faucet," Linger sneered, her fingers digging into Madeline's hips as she angled the next thrust to grind against her G-spot.

"FNNnnghh!~" Madeline could feel the signal firing from her brain for her thighs to shudder but they had no response, the number still doing it's work.

—00:02:37—

Then Linger shoved in the full lenght with an insitent and consistant shove, she couldn't quite fit it all, in fact it stopped at the halfway mark just past the medial ring.

—00:01:59—

"Plhh...lllhh..leaase.." Madeline panted, her last coherent tought leaving her mind.

Linger’s grip tightened, her nails biting into Madeline’s hips as she forced another inch deeper with a wet, grinding push. The stretch burned. Madeline’s cunt fluttering violently around the invading girth, her breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps as the medial ring caught against her entrance.  

—00:01:43—  

A fresh pulse of gel seeped from the cum tube, scorching her oversensitive walls as Linger leaned in, her breath hot against Madeline’s ear. “You want it all, don’t you?” she taunted, twisting the strapon just enough to make Madeline’s toes curl in their restraints. “Every.. last.. drop.."

Madeline's jaw went slack as the next brutal thrust forced another impossible inch deeper, the medial ring stretching her entrance ever so slightly wider.

"Do you want me to deny you or let you cum.. nod if you want to cum.."

—00:01:11—

Madeline’s head jerked in a frantic nod, her sweat-slicked hair clinging to her forehead as her entire body trembled with need. The movement was desperate, pathetic, her pride long since dissolved into the searing, liquid heat between her thighs.  

Linger’s grin was feral as she leaned in, her gloved fingers tightening around the base of the strapon. "Good girl," she purred, voice dripping with mocking praise. "But we’re not done yet."  

With a sharp twist of her hips, she forced the remaining length in one brutal, unrelenting push, popping the flare past her cervix.

The flare of the horsecock popped past Madeline's cervix with a wet schlork, the medial ring locking against her spasming entrance as the cum tube pulsed violently dumping it's numbing gell into her core.

Linger’s hips snapped forward, burying the remaining length in one brutal thrust that forced Madeline’s stomach to distend slightly the outline of the flared tip pressing visibly beneath her skin. The shimmering gel seared through her womb, sending electric jolts ricocheting up her spine.  

—00:00:59—  

Madeline’s scream dissolved into wet, choking gurgles as her body convulsed, her cunt clamping down in rhythmic spasms around the invading girth.

"Now you won't cum for another hour or so.. enough time for us to enjoy ourselves~"