As mentioned in the previous chapter, the story has moved and will stay in a darker area now; there are lots of descriptions of non-consenting or reluctant sexual experiences. I'm keeping it in "Non-Human" because of Demorelle being the main character and directly influencing what's going on. Check the story tags if you want details of what exact sex types are explored here.
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Karuna Shevade walked slowly around the lab area, pulling her robe tighter.
The last forty-eight hours for her had been so surreal and traumatic that she was still coming to terms with it. From the hospital, she'd been shuffled into a car and driven to what looked like a disused factory building, except that Demorelle and Kim, as they'd told her, had to grab some clothes from what was apparently their apartment, or at least Demorelle's apartment; she was sure if Demorelle had been at the same location where Riley interviewed Kim, she would have mentioned it.
After that they'd moved from the detective's car (she'd been horrified to learn) to a Range Rover and driven for two hours at high speed, avoiding any signs of civilization. She'd also somehow missed Detective Riley being moved from the trunk of her own car to the back of the Range Rover. Kim mentioned they dosed her with something and Karuna had checked her vitals. She seemed fine, so either one of them had training in pharmacology or they'd been very lucky.
By the end of the trip she had full sympathy for the girls she'd met at the hospital, and by the time the detective had regained consciousness while bound to the apparatus, any hesitation or concerns about their situation or her relationship to the detective had evaporated; she needed sexual stimulation and relief, regardless of the source. She could only equate it to starving, as if sex had suddenly become something necessary for her survival.
When she'd awakened this morning she'd been horrified to feel herself penetrated once more, not by Demorelle's pelvic appendage (her medical training refused to let her call it a penis) but by one of the tentacles. She'd been shocked briefly but then her body overrode any hesitation she'd had. She'd presented herself like a bitch in heat, pressing her face into the pillow and arching her back to put her ass in the air as the tentacle continued plundering her vagina. She remembered wondering if another would penetrate her ass, and secretly hoping for it as well. It was only after she orgasmed that morning that she noticed she'd been an afterthought; Demorelle and her lover Kim were fully engaged with each other in a bed on the other side of the room, the small Asian woman riding her lover with her breasts thrust forward as she orgasmed on top of the white-haired figure.
Her mind had cleared completely and she immediately equated the effect to an addiction. Demorelle and Kim had fed her but said little that morning, not answering any of her questions. Kim hadn't spoken at all, simply wearing a devious smile and winking at the doctor suggestively. She also remained nude and flaunted that fact whenever Karuna showed discomfort. Karuna herself had asked for a robe and received one from one of Demorelle's tentacles, though they ignored her request for more substantial clothing. It seemed she was to stay nude except for the robe and, with Demorelle's influence temporarily abated, the reason for that made her feel ill.
Based on just the two experiences she'd had, she already drew an obvious conclusion; since she was afflicted, her options now were either to continue having sex with Demorelle or end up like one of the girls sent to her for treatment, begging and going to extreme measures for sex until she ended up catatonic. She also knew Demorelle would make her ask for it. She (Karuna's mind balked at using that label too, but "it" felt too dismissive and foreign, and anything else was too long) was clearly used to being the dominant figure in her interactions. That wasn't surprising given her apparent strength, her tentacles, and the effects she had on women, but she wanted to believe some part of it was borne out of a twisted interpretation of consent.
"Do you have what you require?" Demorelle asked, startling Karuna.
She looked around. The lab had only one window, set high on the wall so she could only see the sky, with an electrically controlled shade. It had several clean worktables made of metal and one made of polished stone, with cabinets under each full of drawers. Idly searching through them she found pipettes, glassware, gloves, and other items necessary for medical and scientific analysis. There was a sterilizer, several microscopes, multiple computers hooked up to diagnostic equipment, and a centrifuge. It wasn't a dream lab from some millionaire's budget but it was stocked much better than any private lab Karuna expected.
"I think so," Karuna said, "But the first thing I'm going to need to do is take samples from you. And if there's any way to get my laptop from the hospital-"
"I retrieved it last night," Demorelle said. At Karuna's shocked look, she explained, "I need around eight hours of sleep in a forty-eight hour period. I can sleep more without ill effects but I have only recently begun doing that."
"I'll note that," Karuna said. They looked at each other and Demorelle had an expectant look on her face.
"I know of at least two questions you want to ask right away, doctor," Demorelle said.
Karuna swallowed and tried to keep the tremble from her voice as she asked, "How long do I have?"
"After an hour, most women say it's like they're hornier than ever. By two you will have physical signs. At three hours most women are essentially mindless; they will aggressively attack anyone who can possibly provide sexual satisfaction."
"Kimberly has been able to delay the effects," Demorelle continued, "Sexual stimulation will dull the onset somewhat but you will merely prolong whatever condition you're in. Kimberly used a vibrator, and managed to consistently go four hours before being overcome."
"And what...what exactly stops it?" Karuna asked.
Demorelle paused. "Kimberly would want me to tell you that sex is the only way, but physical contact with me will be enough."
"So wait, all that has to happen is you touch me?" Karuna asked.
"Touching you will mute the desires for a short time," Demorelle said, "but full relief
does
require I give you an orgasm."
Karuna's mind started racing, her thoughts taking the information and comparing it to the things she'd already known, and the things she assumed. After a few minutes, she realized Demorelle was looking at her.
"Sorry," she said, "I'm starting to put together a picture of how you...how you're supposed to live."
"Good. That is why you're here. I assume you need samples from me?"
"Yes," Karuna said, her mind switching to clinical mode, "Several samples of your skin, including the tentacles and your...pelvic region. Saliva and whatever you ejaculate as well."
