Chapter Two
Jeanine POV
I gave them two days! It was a good choice because they kept looking at the door all day yesterday even though nothing happened.
I do like to think of it as revenge for what transpired but I can't really blame them.
Well, after being stuck in meetings all day yesterday I finally got some time to sneak out this afternoon and here I am.
Once more I am positioned in front of the screens, watching Eric and Tobias being escorted to the girls' room. Maybe I should split the girls up like I did with them when they started to bond on those days I did not put them under the influence of my marvellous invention.
Claude steps in front of them once more so I can check them over before I hit 'enter'.
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Tris POV
A whole day went by where nobody bothered us. We had our meals delivered like clockwork but that was it.
I was too nervous to relax and read one of the many books provided and Christina seemed antsy too.
Without a previous announcement the door flies open and the two men from before step in.
The screech leaves my lips involuntarily but neither of them reacts. A quick look to their eyes shows me the same 'blind' look they had two days ago.
Well, let's see if Jeanine is as dumb as she seemed!
Neither of us was lounging on the bed and I am not sure what I expected to happen.
Two strong hands land on my shoulders and push me back to the bed where I land unceremoniously when my legs hit the mattress.
I scramble towards the back but there is no escaping now. Once more he moves with purpose and holds onto my shoulders. His knees push mine apart none too gently but then one hand leaves me to pull his shirt over his head, letting go of me for only a second.
I stare in awe at the first male chest I ever saw. Wow! He doesn't have much hair, Chris told me horror stories, and his muscles are visible here as well. Pecs, I remind myself. Pecs and then there is something Chris called washboard abs. I didn't understand then, but I do understand now.
His head moves down onto my chest, holding me in place, when he arches his back and puts two hands onto his waistband, pushing down hard.
I am sure someone told him to dress this way. His pants slide down too easily and he is not wearing underwear.
I should be scared but my intrigue wins out and I stare at what he has to offer a female.
There is not much to see but a sea of dark hair and some flesh.
Chris said it should be big and standing tall and proud. I see nothing like that and it makes me wonder if this is the next screw up for Jeanine.
I am trying really hard to hold back any laughter in case she is watching. Who am I kidding? Of course she will be watching and analysing, anything else would be negligent.
My now naked man moves back into the same position he had two days ago. His hands on my shoulders, his knees keeping mine open and he lowers his body down to mine.
There is no pressure, not even from his weight, and the way he rubs himself against me makes me think that his penis is not even in the equation.
His arms are straining but nothing else changes so I am just lying there and waiting for whatever Jeanine deems necessary to happen next.
It takes a good while before the guards come in again and while one grabs the discarded clothes the others pry the frozen man off me and drag him, naked as he is, out the door.
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Jeanine POV
I feel like shouting and simultaneously ripping my hair out! What just happened? This program worked so well in the past. No matter what I commanded Eric and Tobias to do they did! Shoot someone? Of course! Fight until one can't stand anymore? Done!
Why is this different? There has to be something small in my coding that makes all the commands I give turn out so differently.
At least they took their clothes off but why did they not perform?
Their sperm got extracted and I have enough embryos to last me a couple of years. The first women are prepared to receive them as we speak but I do need my control group. Divergents are new, what if they only make more Divergents if they do the deed themselves? No chemical involved... chemicals!
No, no, there are no chemicals in their systems, just my chip and I moved on from the serum to an implant so there is nothing but sedative cursing through their system.
Maybe it is the sedative that prevents the successful mating?
I can keep them off the sedative and try again in the morning. I don't have a meeting until nine so if I am here by seven, I do have time to see things through.
With that I give more orders and leave for a late meeting that just popped up in my virtual calendar. I need to tell my secretary to block some private time off when I say I don't want to be disturbed. God, I am surrounded by people lacking the skills I so desperately need.
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Tris POV
I look over to Christina when the door closes and she is biting her lip so hard she is drawing blood.
I quickly grab some tissues and move over to her. Without a word I fold them and press the wad against her lip.
Her eyes are still dancing with mirth and I know what she is thinking but I am not sure if it is okay for us to show how ridiculous we find the situation.
"Better keep that laughter in," I whisper, and she blinks a few times to show she heard me.
The bleeding stops and we move over to the small counter with the high stools where we eat our meals.
"Are men always this... hairy down below," I ask but when I see Chris' eyes widen I stop with what I would have said next.
I notice she is staring behind me and not at me so I slowly turn around to see a man with thick rimmed glasses holding two plates out.
"I am sorry," I say automatically and move to take the plates. He doesn't say a word but rushes out the door and I turn back to Chris.
"Couldn't you have warned me?"
"I am sorry," she sputters. "I did not see him at first and I did not know you would ask such a question."
I try to look cross but in the end I laugh with her.
While we are eating dinner, Chris gets back to my earlier question.
"There is something called manscaping," she starts, and I perk up. "It simply means that the men take care of how they look like, trim a little or a lot. Some like go get rid of all the hair so they look bigger," she explains further which gets me to my next question.
"I think there was something wrong with him. I couldn't really see anything in between all that hair,' I admit.
"No," Chris chuckles happily. "They seem to be lacking the needed excitement to perform," she whispers in my ear.
"So, if they are not excited they are invisible?"
"You still have so much to learn," Christina muses and I nod. "No, they don't retreat into their bodies but unless you are a shower you don't have much to offer when you are not erect or getting aroused."
She keeps using new words left and right, but I know that if I don't ask she won't tell.
"Shower?"
"There is a saying that you are either a grower or shower and it relates to how the penis is in a relaxed state. If you are a grower, which most men are, then they need to get aroused and the blood pumping before their penis looks like anything. A shower doesn't look that different to when he is fully erect. And then there is a difference in dicks in general." I am finally getting used to all the slang words Chris uses so I know she is still talking about penises. "There are pencil dicks which is nothing to write home about and the opposite is what they call an anaconda. I haven't seen one yet, but I can tell you that they are supposed to be long and thick. So, you can find anything in between a pencil dick and an anaconda. Long and thin, short and thick or just the average length and girth. If he has the equipment it is also important that the man knows what to do with it. Those two don't do anything under their own free will so whatever Jeanine tries to tell them to do they do but it seems to have no effect on their libido. Now, if it were me, I would strip everyone naked and give them their sight back. If they are men who did not get laid since she started experimenting on them they might do all the work for he without being forced."
"You think they would rape us," I gasp.
"No, but they would try their hardest to score pussy especially if they don't know if they ever get the chance again."
I don't like what I hear but it does make sense.
We finish our dinner and get ready for bed but not before Christina asks me about my own landscaping and then shows me how to do some trimming with the safety items we were given. It feels weird at first, but just remembering that thick forest of hair I saw, I know I don't want to look like that if I can help it. In the end I do what Chris suggested and take it all off until I know how I prefer it.
The new day dawns early and when I think the door opens with our breakfast it is Jeanine's third attempt to make the men do her bidding. It feels wrong to be giddy and excited, but we don't have much entertainment here and I get a secret rush out of seeing Jeanine, the leader of the supposedly brilliant people, fail so miserably.
There is a slight difference this time: they are already naked when they enter but apart from giving us an eye full of bushy manscape there is not much of a difference.
I find myself staring below their waist and comparing them. Chris' man has a bit less hair or his penis is bigger than my man's, doesn't really matter why but I can see it a bit more clearly and I am certain that even though they look like stumps neither of them is excited to be here.
Neither of us is putting up a fight when they grab us and push us back towards the bed. I am kind of glad they are programmed to take us on the bed and not wherever they get their hands on us.
According to Christina, sex can be had almost everywhere and the location dictates the possible positions. A bed allows for almost every position known.
Not being scared and forewarned I take the time to really look my man over when he gets started on his routine and I am wondering if she makes him work out or if he is working out on his own accord. Does she keep them in this trance around the clock? Do they know what happens and what they do when they are under her influence?
There is so much going around my head I don't pay much attention to my man but I do take notice when the guards come in and he freezes.
As soon as they are gone our breakfast is served and Chris and I quietly eat.
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Jeanine POV
Why do they not get excited? They go through the motions, they stripped, they approached, and they proceeded to look like they were copulating. What is wrong with them?
I am tempted to look through their medical file and see how they retrieved the semen, but I don't want everyone to know how badly I am failing.
No, I know what I am going to do next but unfortunately, I don't have time for a test run. I am out of time and need to get back to Erudite but as soon as I get the chance, I will change the programming and test my theory.
I am in the middle of a meeting with Marcus and Jack about some missing dependents when an email from Claude comes in. He is managing the project in my absence and as tempted as I am to open it, I take the responsible route and wait until the meeting concludes.
Before Marcus and Jack are out the door I have the email open and stare greedily at the words before I frown.
Why is he bothering me with this nonsense? Who cares if the girls are not happy with my men's appearance?
I am about to give a scathing rebuke for bothering to write an email with this when something else occurs to me: should I make the girls help out?
Finally, I do respond and give Claude some instructions before I head to my personal computer and start my favourite program. I shouldn't do this here, but I have a break in between appointments and I can use it to integrate my latest thoughts into the sequence.
I am just about done when my next appointment is announced, and I quickly save my work and shut the computer down.
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Tris POV
It seems early morning or late evening are Jeanine's preferred times for sending the men in.
Christina spent the day teaching me some simple exercises to keep fit and rid us of some of the accumulated energy. I never missed walking so much until I was forced to stay in this room.
After dinner we take turns to shower and get settled in our beds with one of the many books available. Chris spoke with whoever brought our lunch today and although they didn't respond she got her wish and a new box of books was delivered shortly thereafter. She was smiling broadly when she looked through them before selecting one for me and another for herself.
I stared at the picture and handed the book back to her.
"No, Tris. It will be good for you to read this," she smirked and pushed the book with the half-naked man on the cover back into my hands.
That's what I am doing now, reading a raunchy book about an old-fashioned aristocrat who claimed his wife in the real sense of the word.
When the door flies open and bangs against the wall my book goes flying against my will when I jerk back in surprise.
Christina's laugh at my action turns into an appreciative "Ooh" when she turns to our unexpected visitors. I follow her line of sight and gasp. They look ... different!
"Someone shaved," Christina comments when they approach us, and I can only nod.
Now that the hair is gone I can actually see his penis. It looks so much bigger and I know what Christina was talking about.
A quick look at the man beside him shows me they are equally equipped.
My musings are interrupted when they reach the beds and climb on. I don't know if they got used to the movements of crawling over the sheets or if Jeanine changed something but the whole scene feels different and I am suddenly unsure what to expect.
Just like the other times hands find my shoulders and his body lowers gently onto mine. He rubs himself lightly against me and after a few moments I relax once more.
I know I shouldn't, but I cannot help peeking down to where he is trying to make contact. Now that the hair is gone I can see it swinging back and forth with his movements and it is distracting.
Suddenly he looks down himself as well and then moves back off of me and to the foot of the bed. He stands up and I see Christina's man do the exact same thing.
I look at her but she simply shrugs her shoulders.
Movement from the men makes us look back at them and this time Christina can't seem to hold back the snort while I stare in fascination at the sight in front of me.
Both men are standing in the same pose, one hand on a hip and the other holding their genitalia. No, holding is not the right word. They are rubbing their hands over their penises. I am staring, waiting with bated breath to see what will happen next. Will they get aroused and erect? My focus is fully on their hands but it doesn't seem to be doing anything for either of them.
I don't know how much time has passed before they simultaneously drop their hands and crawl back onto the bed and in between our legs, proceeding with the same motion they did before touching themselves. I don't feel a difference and no matter how much I stare I can't see any either.
As usual the guards come in and the men freeze before they get dragged out. This time the thick rimmed glass guy steps into the door and winks at us before he closes it gently behind the last guard.
Unsure what to do I go and pick up my book and move onto Christina's bed.
"What was that?" I whisper when I am sure my face is covered by my book.
"Next epic fail," she grins. "I am getting the feeling that Jeanine has no clue how to have sex."
I simply raise an eyebrow in question.
"I don't know but it feels like Jeannine knows what's supposed to happen but not how to replicate it. I had sex before, I know what to do to get the guy ready... well, if they are not looking like zombies," she amends, and I have my next question ready to go. Christina does know me well by now and I don't need to ask. "Zombies are from fiction novels and always described as brain dead and following instinct alone. Allegedly they love to eat human flesh, but they don't think for themselves. They smell human or blood, they go for it."
"They are not trying to eat us," I counter with vehemence.
"If they were allowed to, they might," she smirks, and I so don't want to know yet the same time I feel the need to ask. "Let me fill you in on the wonders of oral sex," she grins and continues before I can protest. "Believe me, it is for your own good, they would have eaten you alive in Dauntless."
"Fine," I huff, and she gives me a wicked smile.
"Oral sex: for him it means you lick and suck on his dick. The further you take him in your mouth the happier he will be. You can grab a part of the shaft, massage his balls, suck on the tip only but one thing is for sure - if you can, you swallow." Christina pauses and looks around. She stands up and walks over to our table and returns with a banana.
"What," I start but stop when she gives me a look.
Quickly the skin is discarded and then Christina runs her tongue over the tip, circles and licks the whole length with her flat tongue before opening her mouth and swallowing almost the whole thing. She moves it in and out of her mouth to show me what to do before she bites the tip and happily chews on her treat.
"The last part is mandatory," I ask cheekily and Chris chokes in her piece of banana.
"I wouldn't recommend doing that," she wheezes out and pulls away from my hand that has been slapping her back.
"Eating someone out is a slang word for cunnilingus," Christina finally continues. "His mouth goes in between your legs and he can suck your clit, tongue your vagina and use his finger in accordance with what you like. Some like to use their teeth to nibble on you while others prefer to simply lick; it all depends on what they know and what you like."
"And why do they want to do that?"
"Oh my god, we really have to catch you up, Tris! To make you come? Give you an orgasm? Provide you with a happy ending and help you be acceptable of them fucking you..."
"So when they rubbed themselves and nothing happened," I follow up.
"They showed us that Jeanine tried to demand they masturbate to get themselves excited and it didn't work. Those two could be considered suffering from ED." I simply look at her. "Erectile Dysfunction." Okay ...
"What's next," I ask.
"No idea but I am sure we will find out soon!"
Chris yawns and I move back to my own bed after switching off the small light in between our beds.
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Jeanine POV
I am fuming but unable to show my frustration because it's not them who screwed up. I don't know what I am doing wrong but Tobias and Eric don't do what I want when it comes to simply penetrating the girls with an erection and rutting themselves to orgasm.
Why don't they get hard when they touch themselves?
As much as I don't want to admit defeat, I know I will have to check the records and videos of their semen extraction.
We got semen, we fertilised the eggs successfully, they were transplanted and now we are just waiting for the first embryos to take hold and start growing.
Why can't they deposit their semen directly into the vessel?!
I know Claude will keep an eye on everyone, so I download the documents I want to review onto a flash drive and head home.
I am bone tired and fall asleep before the secure program I invented to read my flash drive even opens.
They next morning is hectic and I don't get a chance to visit my secret facility or review the files so by the time I am heading to my apartment it is late again but this time I am drinking a coffee to ensure I will stay awake long enough to see what happened.
I click on the report first and my, I feel like fanning myself despite me never feeling any sexual attraction to anyone.
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Two male Divergents brought in for semen collection refused to participate. Project 'Dominion' was initiated by Claude and both subjects were ordered to focus on the graphic movie displayed for their pleasure.
No reaction was recorded, and two nurses volunteered to help. Manual and oral stimulation failed repeatedly.
Milking was approved and though no erection was achieved semen extraction was a success.
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I know I need to watch the video to know how they did it. At least I am satisfied it isn't just me, it's them.
I click on play and watch with rapt attention as the actions described in the report unfold in front of my eyes. Those nurses really seem to enjoy themselves at first until they realise nothing is happening. The milking is interesting to watch and I rewind a few times to catch every detail.
Tobias and Eric are stoic, still under the influence of the programme and don't move an inch when the nurses lube up their fingers and probe their anuses until they are able to push in. The prostate massage results in the semen I needed but I do see that nothing really effects my boys.
Should I order two nurses to follow them into the bedroom and massage till they secrete semen? I need them to enter the girls first or I will end up with the semen simply leaking onto the sheets. Well, nurses could also push the flaccid penises in, but does that work? I would have to sedate the girls for that, and it goes against my plan for this test group.
I decide to sleep on it, but I am playing with the idea of giving them a medication we developed for erectile dysfunction. It could work...
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Tris POV
One whole day of peace. We didn't know it so we couldn't enjoy it the way we were supposed to. Both of us kept glancing at the door.
Dark rimmed glass guy is the one bringing us all our meals now and the looks he gives us are just weird. It is almost as if he is trying to communicate something I just don't seem able to catch.
I go to bed with a sleuth of new information, compliments of Christina, and the encouragement to try and masturbate in the safety of our bathroom.
I do not, but Chris has a broad smile on her face when she comes back after spending an awfully long time in the shower.
The next morning our door once more flies open as we wait for our breakfast and the men step inside together with two women clad in scrubs and face masks. They don't look our way but wait for the men to grab us and push us onto the bed. When they stand still and wait right at the foot of the bed the nurses step forward and push something against one of their ass cheeks. When the one dealing with my man pulls her hand back I see it is a small syringe. The women leave immediately and once more the men move. I quickly look over to Christina who looks a bit scared to my eyes but the warm body moving over mine makes me look back at my man.
Why do I keep calling him my man, I wonder. He was assigned to me by Jeanine and I don't know his name, I try to explain to myself and look him straight in the eye when he parts my knees and settles his hands onto my shoulders.
I settle on spending the time he would work out in top of me to familiarise myself with his face and immediately notice that he tried to shave but only got it halfway done.
This confirms my theory that he is not under the influence of Jeanine the whole time but gets to decide for himself as well. If everything was up to Jeanine the shaving would have been completed before he was brought in.
A loud gasp from Christina makes me look over and what I see there has me want to check my own man. Christina's guy has his pelvis glued to her and from the look on her face something else I can't see is going on. Did he manage to ...? Christina pushing against his shoulders makes me believe he managed to at least rub himself against her and she doesn't appreciate it one bit.
My man has his pelvis away from me, but I watch in horror as his previously small penis gets bigger and bigger. It is growing in length and girth and I now know what Christina meant with the term grower. He does grow quite a bit before my eyes, and I watch on, frozen, as it moves closer and closer to me as it gains more length.
I squeal when it bumps into me with his continued movements but the fingers digging into my shoulders make me look into his face and what I see causes me to utter a blood curdling scream.
His eyes are not staring blindly anymore. His eyes look like they actually see me and the pain of his fingers bruising my skin when his strong arms use their grip on me to push himself backwards confirms the theory that he just regained his senses.
The abject horror on his face tells me all I need to know when he throws himself off the bed. He stands up and rushes to the opposite side of the room and when he starts wringing his hands, he notices his erection. He stares dumbly down but when Christina screeches his eyes land on the other bed and he moves into action.
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Eric POV
I wake up staring into those blue eyes from my dreams. The blond hair frames her features and my fingers feel the softness of her skin.
The horror in her eyes makes me take stock of my body and I can feel the cold air on my exposed skin.
I hastily push myself off of her and don't care that I fall onto the floor. The more space I can get in between us the better for all involved.
I am still staring at her heaving chest when my fingers come in contact with my straining dick. I look dumbly at my erection but before I can form a coherent thought a scream fills the room and I see Tobias rutting against another girl, holding onto her with all his might.
I know he will never forgive himself when he realises what Jeanine made him do, so I rush over and pull him away.
"Snap out of it! Tobias! Fucking hell," I shout at him when he simply turns to look at me. Okay, last resort, I think and throw my fist against the metal plate in his skull protecting that damned microchip Jeanine embedded.
It seems to work and he finally snaps out of it. I drag him with me to the other side of the room and focus on getting my own breathing under control.
"Eric, what..." he starts but the door flies open and the guards rush in. We both know the drill by now and raise our hands to avoid being drugged and dragged.
We follow them towards the door but I have to get one last look at the beautiful girl on the bed. "I am sorry," I mouth to her and she nods ever so slightly, showing me she heard before I am out the door.
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Tris POV
As soon as the door closes I fly over to Christina and hold her sobbing form in my arms.
"Did he?"
I can feel her nod and her sobs increase.
"Are you hurt," I ask once more and feel her shoulders shake.
I decide to not push but give her time to cry herself out and calm down enough so she can talk to me.
Someone other than thick rimmed glass guy brings our breakfast but we ignore him.
It is not until our lunch is brought in that Christina is able to leave my embrace and talk to me.
"I thought I was ready for that the first day but after all these failed attempts it took me by surprise," she whispers. "I saw his erection grow and move closer and closer but I was frozen in place. When he moved he rubbed his length all over me but when I moved away he slipped in. It was just the tip," she admits, "but after everything I couldn't hold back the scream. Why did he not wake up like your man," she wails suddenly.
"I don't know," I admit. Maybe it has something to do with the percentage of divergence or whatever they got injected with," I wager a guess.
"Injected," Chris asks weakly.
"Did you not see those two women?"
"I did but I thought she only slapped my man on the ass," Chris states.
"Why would she do that?"
"I don't know! Nothing makes sense so why should I?"
I gave it my best try but then I can't stop the laugh bursting out.
"Are you hurt," I finally ask when I sober up.
"No," she admits. "It was more the shock of Jeanine getting something right," she admits, and I sigh in relief.
"So, we have names to put to the faces and my man seems to realise the wrong that has been going on. He apologised," I tell her, and she looks at me curiously.
"How come you are so okay with what happened?"
"I don't know. I was too mesmerized by his penis growing to think about the repercussions and he snapped out of it so fast and acted even faster. It gave me confidence that everything would be okay in the end," I admit.
"You are strange," Christina states but we don't continue our line of thought but finally eat. I was starving already this morning but now that it's past lunch time I am ravenous.
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Jeanine POV
"Claude, I want Tobias and Eric put into standby and injected with Viarol every thirty minutes. Time how long it takes them to snap out of it, I want to know how long it takes for the erection to come and go. I want you to change the dose and I want you to see if they can ejaculate with the right stimulation. How you stimulate is up to you... Report back to me in two days' time!"
I was so close! Why did Eric snap out of it and why was Tobias able to get out of it so quickly after Eric intervened? Well, I am about to find out.
Two days later...
I stare at the report but don't like what I see, not one bit. The chemicals in Viarol deactivate my chip temporarily? Are they for real?!
I don't want to invent a new erectile dysfunction medicine just to work with my chip, but I might have to in the long run.
I send a message to the lab dealing with Viarol requesting two different serums with different ingredients each.
Eric burns through any chemicals added to his body faster than Tobias and this explains why he snapped out of it first. Tobias is not far behind in the reaction time and no matter the doses Claude assigned there was not much to work with. They got an erection and it stayed but they regained their free will and were uncooperative.
I need them aroused and willing to mate with the girls. This whole thing is getting ridiculous. Maybe it is time to work on the girls? Ooh, I got an idea... pheromones!
And just like that I am back to the drawing board, excitement driving me to finalise my ideas overnight and when morning comes I am ready to test out my theory.
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Tris POV
Christina and I talked it through and we agreed that it was just a matter of time before Jeanine got it right. I was procrastinating but Chris' words continued to circle around my mind.
"My first time was with someone I chose. It hurt like a bitch but I was given all the time I needed to adjust and get used to things. I knew what was coming and I chose my path. Do you want to lose your virginity being raped by a man who does not want to rape you but has no choice?"
Chris had suggested taking matters into my own hands and at the end of day two of waiting for something to happen I finally gave in and followed her instructions. What I soon realised is that whatever they did to me that first time in their hospital also took my hymen. The thought is beyond disturbing but when I got my wits back together I followed all other instructions Chris gave me and in the end I left the bathroom smiling.
The next morning I felt sore but Chris had warned me and we were allowed painkillers, just in small doses, but I happily accepted my share.
Never was I more glad to have listened to Christina when I hear the door bang open and in walk the men... Eric and Tobias, I correct myself, followed by the two women.
So they will get injected again, I mentally sigh.
I feel ready for what is to come and brace myself on the bed when the women inject the men. What I did not expect was for her to pull another syringe out of her pocket and stab my own thigh.
Once more the women ran out the door and I could hear the locks engage.
Eric crawls in between my legs and puts his hands on my shoulders.
This time I can't move, something is making my skin crawl, yet I feel paralysed.
I watch as he lowers his pelvis and can see his penis fill with blood once more. By now my whole body is humming and buzzing and I inhale deeply. He smells really good and I greedily take gulp after gulp of air. I notice his nostrils flaring as well and his nose move closer to my neck. His lips make contact and move up and down the column of my neck while his hips move back and forth. I feel him make body contact but it isn't in the right place so I continue to inhale his skin with my own nose buried in his hair. An involuntary moan leaves my lips when he rubs against my clit over and over until he suddenly flings himself onto the floor again.
"Eric," I whine, and he looks at me in surprise. "Come back here, that felt nice and you smell really good," I croon, and his eyes widen.
"She drugged you," he whispers but by the way his nostrils flare and his head moves closer to me I know he is as drawn to the smell of me as I am to the smell of him.
He looks down his body and I follow his gaze.
"It doesn't matter what she did to you. I just want to keep smelling you," I say, and he looks at me sharply.
"I like your smell too but this is not us..." He leaves a gap because he doesn't know my name, so I supply the one I have been called the last week.
"Tris," I say. "Come back up here. I like your smell," I repeat myself and stretch my hand out to him.
Slowly but surely he crawls closer and his body stays on the floor and away from me while his head reaches mine.
We both inhale deeply and moan in delight. I chuckle and once more his eyes shoot over to me. I don't voice my thoughts but move my nose along his cheek, towards his ear and hairline before going back to his cheek until I reach his nose. I don't know why I do it, but I rub my nose against his.
A deep moan from the bed beside mine makes both of us turn our head that way and I gasp in surprise as to what I see.
Tobias is on top of Christina and his pelvis is so close to hers, undulating, that I am sure this time he found his was inside her. What is different though is that Christina has her mouth attached to his and is encouraging him along by lifting her hips and meeting his thrusting ones. The moan we heard came from her and she lets out another one as we watch.
I turn my head back to Eric to ask him what we should do but the words die on my lips when they bump into his.
I gasp in surprise and Eric stares at me with a lot of questions written on his face.
Slowly but surely I move my lips beneath his while I stare at him.
"Tris," he moans and gently moves his own lips. "This is probably what Jeanine wants," he cautions.
"Christina shouldn't be the only one to get a kiss out of this," I say, and I have no idea where this came from.
"They are not themselves and we should intervene," he replies but doesn't move.
I am bold and move my head into his, connecting our lips fully and my hand finds its way into his short hair.
"I want to know what a real kiss feels like before all choices are taken from me," I say and see his eyes shine with something I can't decipher.
"I will fight Jeanine all the way," he promises, and I think he is going to leave me now to separate Tobias and Christina, but he hesitates after lifting his head.
"Fuck it," he says, and his lips meet mine.
I sigh with relief and his tongue pushes into my mouth, meeting mine. This is nice, this is really nice.
Both my hands move up to hold him to me and his own grab my jaw and bury in my hair simultaneously.
The kiss goes on and on and I feel like I need more but we get interrupted by Tobias removing Eric from me.
"What," I ask dumbfounded and look over to see Christina on her bed with a weird expression in her face.
"Eric, snap out of it," Tobias tells him sternly and I snort.
All heads turn to me.
"I asked for my first kiss, a real kiss. Eric was just humouring me," I state and Tobias gapes at me. "We snapped out of it before you two," I admit.
"But …" Tobias starts just to be interrupted by Eric.
"I thought Tris was right and I too deserved a real kiss," he admits, and I gape.
We don't get the chance to say anything else for the door opens and the guards come in. Once again I see Eric and Tobias raising their hands and follow them out the room. Tobias doesn't look back but Eric does and blows me the barest of kisses.
"What the fuck, Tris?!" Christina shouts my way and I turn back to her.
"Are you okay," I ask gently.
"I just got fucked and willingly accepted the man," she growls. "No, I am not okay with it!"
"I am sorry," I whisper and break out into tears.
"Why are you crying?"
"I could have tried to stop you two. Did he ejaculate," I ask, fearing the worst.
Chris has a slight smirk on her lips but although she says "yes" her eyes move left and right repeatedly and I think she wants to tell me that she is lying.
I rush over and hug her something fierce.
"I am so sorry," I exclaim loudly before whispering in her ear. "Thank god!" I can feel the barest nod against my shoulder and sigh in relief.
"Can you come with me to the bathroom? I think I might need some help," she asks meekly and my eyes widen.
"Chris, I..."
"Please," she begs, and I give in.
Chris starts the shower and pushes the button for the built-in extractor before sitting on the toilet and flushing it almost immediately.
"I am okay," she whispers into my ear when she motions for me to lean down to help her. "I think they gave us something to make us excited and willing to accept the men."
"Eric kept sniffing me as I was him so they added something to his cocktail as well," I admit.
"Well, looks like Tobias takes longer to snap out of it and has better aim with his dick. Or maybe you are simply too tight to enter," she teases.
"How come you are not more upset," I ask.
"I was in stimulation overload and had sex with one fine specimen. He gave me an orgasm before he snapped out of it and trust me, when he did come to his senses he was out of me in no time and checking me over before removing Eric from you."
Okay...
"You like him," Chris gasps suddenly.
"What?! Tobias? No!"
"Who is taking about Tobias? Eric! You seemed more than happy for him to kiss you, naked, aroused and Jeanine's puppet assigned to knock you up. Tris, you need to be careful," she cautions.
"He smelled great and I just wanted to have a kiss that was given on someone's on free will before Jeanine went any further."
"That, I accept, but still. You two are different. He keeps mouthing messages to you and if I didn't know any better I would accuse you two of being sweet on each other and flirting."
"What? No," I exclaim but Chris sets her face and looks at me almost ... ornery.
"Given the chance of meeting him outside this death trap and presumably in the same faction - would you be interested in him?"
I am honest enough to ponder her question and not flat out deny it as is on the tip of my tongue.
"I don't know. There is something about him that makes me take ...notice?"
"Fine," Chris grumbles. "But please try to be careful, Jeanine will jump onto any perceived advantage she can get. If she were to hold a gun to his head and ask you to save his life by sitting on his dick and ride him until he comes - what would you do?"
"Are you kidding me? Don't go around giving her ideas," I almost scream, and Christina pushes her hand over my mouth and pulls me into the shower.
"Would you fuck him?"
"Yes, of course! If that means he gets to see another day of course I would do that!"
"Then don't let Jeanine see you getting attached. You snap out of it, take a few seconds to enjoy him and then you push him away," she instructs, and I know she is right.
I wish she wasn't and I wish I would get a chance to meet Eric under normal circumstances. I was honest when I said I feel like there is something there.
As we are already wet we take turns in the shower and put on fresh gowns. I am starting to really hate these flimsy hospital garments, but Jeanine probably wants easy access to the goods while keeping up the pretence of modesty.
When we emerge, breakfast has been served and we greedily dig in.
...
Jeanine POV
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! It worked! It basically worked. I just need to find a way to keep them under for a little bit longer.
Tobias did great and Christina got into it!
Beatrice and Eric freaked me out when he made contact and then rolled off the bed again. The pheromones worked and he stayed close, even went back to her - oh my! A breakthrough, finally!
I am so giddy I don't pay any attention to my staff running around doing whatever they need to do. My mind is busy celebrating and when I am done with my mental victory lap I try to think about my next steps.
I wonder if I can get another injection into the girls or if they will try to run the moment they see the nurses. I think I will give it one more try but if one intervenes on the others again I will not hesitate to separate them. Hmm, that is actually a great idea. I could give the girls separate rooms but where? We are at full capacity and I am not giving up one of my labs... I could throw them in with the boys. By now it doesn't matter if they are lucid, I can activate the program any time and don't need all the guards either to take them back. The less staff here the better. Some people are getting too nosy and some questions are already circulating. Seems a staff purge is overdue and it won't affect my couples. Strip them naked and leave them alone? No, I want to keep some control ... I need to sleep over this.
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Eric POV
Once more I am led out of the room naked and aroused. I follow Tobias and the guards back to our room. Well, room is not the right word for the set up. We started out with one big room like the girls, it might have even been the same room and after a while they transferred us to this big open space with beds and workout equipment.
Over the months we spent there they added more and more features and dividers and now we have two separate bedrooms with a shared bathroom and one big living area with weights, press benches, treadmills and everything else that Erudite ever invented to enhance personal fitness.
Tobias walks in first and as soon as I pass the threshold the door slams shut and I hear the locks engage. Breakfast is already waiting for us, but I can see from his posture alone that Tobias needs to talk.
We both take a seat, position our chairs in a way we know the cameras won't catch our faces and start to plate food.
I am waiting for him to start and he doesn't disappoint. First, he looks down into his lap and I don't have to follow his gaze to know he is still sporting a hard on. Mine is still alive and well.
"I slept with her," he finally whispers, and I look at him. "When I came to, I was balls deep inside her and she was kissing me. I..." I can see him swallow hard. "I could have stopped myself earlier but it felt so good and she was moaning and clenching around me ... I didn't want it to stop," he admits.
"You know this is what Jeanine wants, right?"
"Yes, I am just as aware as you what she is up to. She wants to breed high percentage Divergents so she has more choices for creating her perfect soldiers to take over the city. I know this, but neither of us had sex before she snatched us and let me tell you - it's a feeling like nothing I experienced before - to be inside a willing woman..." he trails off dreamily.
"It is a dangerous game. What if you would have gone too far? Do you really want to risk making a baby just for some fun?"
"You are one to talk," he scoffs. "You decided to see how good a kiss feels like instead of pulling me out of Christina," he accuses, and I have to concede.
"You are right, but shit," I sigh and rub my face.
"I know," he says, and I know he really does know. "What now," Tobias asks.
"We pray that whoever seems to be manipulating Jeanine's program can continue to do so and won't be caught. If she changed course suddenly we might not be so lucky."
Tobias and I noticed right away that things were different since the girls came here. Usually we had no idea what happened until we were released from the influence of Jeanine's master programme. This time we both gained consciousness before the program was switched off or finished. We can remember what happened when everything is done but when she made us go into the girl's room the first time and her previously impeccable programming just made us hump thin air while keeping ourselves mostly apart from the girls. Then the second time where she managed to have us strip and then proceed to hump nothing. Third time should have been the charm and I am sure it was 'charming' to observe but she could not even program us right in order to masturbate. Then she changed tack and yes, we got erections, but we also regained our senses shortly after. For some reason I never go as far as Tobias when it comes to sex and the contradiction to where we grew up makes it almost hilarious.
Well, waking up to two frightened girls with our dicks standing up and saluting them turned into a marathon experiment that Jeanine continues to fail.
I think over the last three days my erection only went away when I was allowed to sleep. I did not even dare to touch myself. Today, for the first time ever, Jeanine was almost successful and it scares the shit out of me.
I know I shouldn't have given in to Tris' request for a kiss but growing up Erudite doesn't mean you get to experience everything. I missed out on every milestone when it comes to girls and here was one asking me to kiss her so I went with her reasoning because it just sounded right. I, too, deserve to have someone give me my first kiss willingly.
We finish our breakfast in silence and Tobias claims the bathroom with the words that will haunt me for the rest of the day.
"I almost came within her, Eric. I am going into that bathroom and masturbate as many times as I can so I will be able to hold back when Jeanine hits the repeat button.
Foolishly I thought my one percent advantage would hold true.
While Tobias was busy in the bathroom I decided on a workout instead. I grab a fresh set of clothes and go for a run first. My mind is not focused on the machine but on the girl that I left behind a few hours ago. What made her stand out and get stuck in my mind? Her eyes, the situation she finds herself in or even the fact that she was handpicked for having my babies? Babies... babies means fucking the mother. Getting my dick wet and repeatedly pushing into a warm and wet hole created to envelope me lovingly before bringing me more pleasure than I could ever imagine.
My erection is still prominent but I am honest enough to admit that the chemical wore off and now it is because I keep thinking about fucking Tris. I shouldn't but I can't help myself and god help us all if Jeanine figures that one out.
When our lunch was served Tobias finally left the bathroom to eat.
Before he could open his mouth I claimed the bathroom for a real shower after lunch and he slowly conceded. If it would have been up to him he would be back in that shower rubbing himself raw in hopes of not getting it up ever again.
I am standing under the spray and thoroughly enjoying the feel of the hot water on my muscles. I close my eyes to rinse the soap off and when I open my eyes again I am staring into Tris' blue eyes and her lips are moving against mine. I can feel her hips undulating beneath me and every time my erection rubs against her clit she moans into my mouth. Her eyes close and her hips move and I know what I want to do so badly I don't think twice. I adjust my hips and rub the tip of my dick against her wet folds. And they are so wet, almost dripping. I rub up to her clit and back down, pushing gently in between her lips and she stills for a moment before her kiss gains another dimension.
I push one hand down her body and touch her clit, she bucks into me and the tip of my dick was right there, waiting just outside her lips and without further ado I slide right in between them. That's where I plan to stay and wonder if I should push in. I am gently rocking against her and just as I pull back to plunge in two strong hands grab my shoulders and pull me back.
"What the fuck, Eric?! Snap out of if! Why I am the first one to come back," Tobias shouts at me and my eyes look around wildly.
Oh shit, Jeanine got me this time.
"Fucking bitch," I curse and when I see Tris flinch I immediately turn to her. "Not you! Jeanine," I almost snarl.
"Get your shit together," Tobias demands and drags me into the far-off corner.
I take a few deep breaths but the importance of what almost happened weighs heavy on my mind.
"Did you," Tobias asks me harshly and I shake my head. He lets out a harsh breath of air. "I did," he admits and that's all he gets to say when the door opens again. I don't check who entered, I simply raise my arms and turn around slowly.
What I see makes my heart stop beating and I watch in abject horror a sleuth of medical personnel brandishing syringes. I stare at someone with a fucking large needle approaching Tris and don't even put up a fight with the person plunging one into my own neck.
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Jeanine POV
I thought I timed it perfectly but once more they bested me but not for long. It seems there is always one coming to their senses and stopping everyone from doing my bidding. Well, not anymore.
I walk into the room now housing four unconscious people and step around them to dole out more instructions.
"Transport them to medical so we can proceed with the next steps," I demand and while they are pushed onto gurneys, I walk around the room with my laser pointer.
"I want the treadmill here," I point out where Tris' bed is. "And the equipment stashed against the wall. Make it safe and secure and leave enough space so they can work out."
I walk out of the room without waiting for a reply. They are paid to do as I ask, not ask anything of me.
Tobias' and Eric's room is already in shambles, the walls are down except for the bathroom but I have a little treat planned for that as well. They are just cleaning up the mess and taking one bed out.
"Don't forget the change of clothes," I instruct the closest minion and turn back around to see where Claude is hiding.
I find him in our medical area looking at my four test subjects. He has a confusing look on his face and I know I will have to keep a closer eye on him but now is so not the time for that.
"Did they check," I ask excitedly.
"Christina is not pregnant," Claude gives me the basic update and I nod.
"I will need to implant more embryos if the last female fails me," I tell myself loudly but see Claude make a note in his book.
"Your orders, ma'am?"
"Make sure the injector is implanted in all of them and that they receive proper wound care. I don't want them aware of what I add to their bodies."
I think about it for a second and decide now is the time for all the refurbishments I have in mind, even if they are meant for a later date if my subjects don't cooperate.
"Go and have the large screens and the surround system installed when it's done," I demand.
I can hear him sigh but my menacing gaze is lost on him because he never turns my way before leaving the room.
I take a moment to look over my four prized possessions. They look so harmless and dare I say ... normal? But what is in their brains and DNA that worries me. Divergents can't be controlled like all the other faction members and we need to remedy this. If I manage to control the Divergents the city will be mine!