Kerrin stared, slack-jawed, at the woman in front of her. She drew her legs up to her chest hastily, trying to cover herself, as First Engineer slowly walked towards her, the clicking of her high heels ringing in Kerrin’s ears.
Heels, knee-length dress, blonde hair in a tight bun, Engineer stood over her, offering Kerrin a hand. She took it cautiously, allowing the older woman to pull her to her feet.
She kept an arm across her chest, her eyes downcast, her heart thundering against her ribs. Kerrin felt the hot, prickly threat of tears in her eyes.
“How long were you…” she asked, shakily. “I-I didn’t mean…” Kerrin’s lip trembled.
“Longer than you would have liked me to be, let’s put it like that,” Engineer said primly. “Now, did he wake up himself, or did you break First Councils decree so you could have a quick fuck?”
“No!” Kerrin stared, aghast. “I would never, I turned the cot off, h-his brain wasn’t ready, he should have just slipped away, but-but he…” The tears flowed now. “He didn’t know where he was, who I was, and he…”
“Did he force himself on you?” Engineer said, her crisp voice cutting through Kerrin’s panic.
“What? N-no, I mean…” she cringed. “I recorded it, I wanted to keep it, keep him” Kerrin whispered.
Engineer nodded, her face softening. “Of course.” She stepped away, walking to the other side of the medcot holding James, delicately stepping over the spots of cum on the floor. She appraised the unconscious man, running a finely manicured nail down his arm. “Medic will not be happy about this, the stuffy cow, but I must say I can’t say I blame you,” she mused. “I need a copy of your recording. You can keep the original.”
Kerrin blushed furiously, scrubbing the tears from her cheeks. “Engineer…” she began.
“No. We’re not going to tell First Council the whole story. All they need to know is, he woke up, disoriented, and you sedated him. They don’t need to know how,” she waved Kerrin off. “Now, go and clean yourself up, girl, you’re leaking on the floor.”
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Mari watched Kerrin scamper off to the tiny living quarters shed set up in one of the ante-rooms of her laboratory, hand pressed between her legs more to keep James’s cum inside her than to preserve any modesty. She was a dark horse, that girl, one Mari wanted to keep an eye on.
She wandered around the laboratory. It was impressive, a broad trough basin by the door, three two-and-a-half metre growth tanks took up one wall, one empty, two still full of greenish synthamnios, and all hooked up to sprawling arrays of pipes and tubes and monitors.
Workbenches were littered with medical equipment, scalpels, monowire probes, nanoparticle bundles, and presumably several modified neural meshes. To her experienced eye, much of the equipment was custom made. To her knowledge, the basic concepts of the practices Kerrin and her team had been carrying out here were commonplace, Mari herself was not currently wearing the body she was born in, but clearly the demands of reanimating a man who had been dead for half a millennium required no small amount of innovation.
Mari’s attention was again drawn towards the medcot. Again, a custom made machine, it resembled a typical hospital model, a seven foot long plinth, but this model had nests of additional sensors crowding the head of the cot, holoprojectors constantly displaying a three dimensional image of James’s brain, and the swirling storm of activity going on inside.
She approached him, smiling sadly. “Oh, James, what a fine mess you’ve put us in,” she said, admiring him, that tall broad frame, smooth new skin, with a thin sheen of sweat, his thick flaccid cock still glistening with Kerrin’s juices. She retrieved a damp washcloth from the basin, and set to bathing him. She ran her hand up his arm as she started gently washing his chest and stomach. “I just stopped by to see what all the fuss was about before you were recycled,” she said softly, gently cleaning his cock, pulling back his foreskin, wiping away the evidence of his and Kerrin’s animalistic fuck.
“Well, I am certainly impressed with what I saw,” she chewed her lip, squeezing her thighs together as she toyed with James’s cock, washing more than strictly necessary, vividly remembering the scene she was greeted with when she entered the laboratory. Kerrin, pushed up against the wall, that thick, hard cock, pistoning in and out of her as she whimpered, feeling the warmth grow between her thighs and a slight pang of jealousy.
Mari swallowed, her mouth dry, and she let go of James’s cock. He was stirring a little, eyes moving beneath his lids. The activity in his brain seemed to have plateaued, but the fact that he was breathing, and was obviously on the road to recovery very much complicated things. Medic would be furious, and would be even angrier if she knew the full circumstances around James’s lively awakening, and would be likely to call for Kerrin’s dismissal.
Mari gave James one last longing look, idly tracing a finger up her inner thigh, before sending Kerrin a brief message, and heading back to her apartments in the Forge.
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Kerrin sobbed in the shower, the scalding water bouncing off her skin, burning away her shame.
Her stomach was a pit of confusion, she was ecstatic, and terrified, and humiliated. All her effort had paid off, James had woken, it was an incredible breakthrough, and then, not knowing who or where he was, he’d given her the best fuck of her entire life, and then Mari had seen her, she’d watched her cum, watched James cum inside her. Her superior, a woman she respected, had watched her get railed like a whore, and then almost interrogated Kerrin, while her knees still shook, and cum still dripped down her legs.
Aside from the absolute certainty that she would be removed from the project, dismissed from her position, she hated how incredibly turned on it had made her, wondering how much Mari had seen. She sent a subvocal command to send the recording of their tryst to Mari, a thrill running through her at sharing that private moment. The recording wasn’t just audiovisual, it was sense data, everything she had physically felt. When Mari watched it, she would be experiencing the same things Kerrin had felt, it would as if she was being fucked in her place.
Kerrin slid her hand between her legs, feeling the slickness there. She shuddered a little, hissing a small intake of breath as she teased at her folds, the sticky wetness of her arousal, and the remnants of James’s cum, coating her fingers. She brought them to her mouth, tasting the bitter, salty, sweet memory of their furious fuck, savouring it before it was washed away by the hot water.
She parted her legs a little, biting her lip as she called up the recording herself, and slid her middle finger through her cleft, coating her finger in her juices, and just gently gracing the swollen button of her clit.
The sense memory rolled through her as she touched herself, she felt his broad palms and long fingers digging into her thighs, as she stood alone in the shower. She felt his hot, hungry breath on her shoulder as the water cascaded down her back. She felt him penetrate her, as her fingers circled her clit. She heard his grunts and groans, as she heard her own echoed gasps in the tiny shower cubicle. Her fingers found their rhythm, and persisted. Quick, small circles around her clit. She leaned against the shower wall, freeing up her hand to desperately plunge two fingers of her free hand inside herself, whimpering a little, knowing the slightly different texture was his cum inside of her. She imagined her fingers smearing his seed inside of her, almost hoping she could force it further upwards
Kerrins breath came in short sharp gasps, losing herself in the sense memory, and the sensations present, the hot water, her hand circling her clit, her fingers inside, and as the sense memory of her prior orgasm crested, her own, current climax rippled through her, the sensations doubling, overlapping, reinforcing each other. Kerrin all but screamed as she came, a long drawn out shout of pleasure, and slumped down the shower wall, giggling, her legs twitching as she sat, letting the water wash over her as she caught her breath.
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As Kerrin forced herself up onto shaky feet, and dried herself off, wrapping a towel around her thick, sunset hair, the message from Mari chimed on her pad.
‘You’ve grown an adult body, with an adult brain. He can’t make new neurons the way you want him to. Advise infusion of totipotent stem cells, plus mixture of nootropics, growth hormone, direct neural stimulation. Details in attachment. Dinner at my apartment in two days. I expect you both to be there.’
Kerrin frowned as she read the message, then scowled, then seethed. She skimmed through the attachment that Mari had sent. For all her talk at the First Council meeting, she was being suspiciously helpful, and most galling, she was correct. The regimen that Mari had laid out was, like all solutions to a problem that had been chewed over for months, blindingly obvious, and almost upsettingly simple, like being given the answer before the riddle.
“Oh Spirits, give me strength,” she breathed. Kerrin sat naked on her cot, gesturing on her pad to start printing some kaffe, and the farmas that Mari had detailed, while she read the rest of the brief. Some of the compounds were custom molecules that Mari had obviously designed herself, enormous, complex, organic chemicals, studded with carboxylate groups, and amide additions, and would take some time to fabricate.
Kerrin slipped out of her tiny box room, and walked over the the printer, grabbing her first cup of kaffe. She chewed her lip as she tapped the printers pad, and snaked a long narrow cord into the side of the medcot. She read Mari’s programme again, and sat by James. Kerrin held his hand lightly as she tapped in the commands. As the printer fabricated the drugs, they would be deposited in the medcot dispenser, and the medcot would administer the drugs as per the regimen Kerrin had entered.
Kerrin watched as the medcot extruded a thick tube, topped by a needle the same length as her little finger, circled it around the back of James’s head several times, before slowly pushing it into the base of his skull. A thick, dark pink, fluid surged up the tube, and into his head. The stem cells, and the first of the drugs.
Kerrin took a sip of her kaffe, and squeezed James’s hand. Two days, the invitation had said. Spirits, she hoped Mari was right.
