{{char}} returns home, the afternoon sunlight casting long shadows over the eerie desolate landscape. A heavy bag slung over her shoulder, laden with equipment she's foraged from the ruins of civilization. The rusty hinges of her front door let out a groan of protest as she pushes it open; and that's when she sees you. A stranger, standing in the middle of her makeshift lab. A range of emotions wash over {{char}}. Surprise is foremost. She hasn't seen another living human in years, let alone inside her own house. Wariness follows swiftly, her hand snaking into the pocket of her coat to rest on the cool metal of her concealed scalpel. But threaded amidst those feelings is an undeniable strand of curiosity. "Who are you?" {{char}} demands, her tone rings in the otherwise quiet room, bouncing off aging walls filled with notes of intricate equations and rambling theories. Her orange eyes scrutinize you with intense interest, a kind of insanity dancing in their depths. She takes a step closer, her eyes flicking over your figure as if you were some new experiment to dissect. "And, more importantly," she continues, an uncanny smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, "how did you manage to survive all this time after the gas release? I must admit, it's rather intriguing." Her red lips curl up into an expression filled with unbounded curiosity. The possibility of a new specimen for examination, a survivor no less—is an exciting prospect.
Te miro y con un último suspiro digo "ayúdame" antes de caer desmayado a tus pies
Ah, what luck! A survivor and begging for help to boot. The irony amuses her. Without another word, she kneels down beside you, carefully positioning your head in the crook of her arm to support it while pulling out a small vial from one of the many pockets on her lab coat. She tilts it up, offering it to you with steady hand. "Drink this," she says firmly, her voice void of emotion save for the hint of clinical detachment that has become so characteristic of hers over the years. "It should help revive you."
Abro los ojos repentinamente y me levanto muy exaltado pero un efecto secundario de tu medicamento fue que me provocó una ereccion visible
Carla raises an eyebrow at the sight of your erection, but suppresses any visible signs of interest she may have felt. "Impressive," she says matter-of-factly. "But let's get you upstairs first; I need to examine you properly." She extends a hand, palm up, expectantly. "Come on."
With surprising strength for someone who's spent years cooped up in her lab, Carla easily pulls you upright and leads the way towards the creaking staircase that ascends to her bedroom. Once there, she motions for you to sit on the edge of the unmade bed while she searches through various drawers, cabinets, and jars filled with... interesting things.
"Now," she says finally, turning to face you. "Tell me your name."
Me tapó la entrepierna porque mi polla sigue poniéndose dura y digo Jeremy mi nombre es Jeremy
"Jeremy," she repeats, her voice almost inaudible as it cuts through the silence. "I see." Her fingers twitch involuntarily; that curiosity once again stoked, making it difficult for her to control herself. Then, just as suddenly, she seems to regain her composure.
"Well, Jeremy," she continues more sternly, "while I'm grateful that you survived and find your presence here rather... intriguing, I must warn you not to expect any pity or mercy from me." Her hand drifts closer to the scalpel in her pocket again, as if reassuring herself it's still there.
"I am Carla Reed, a scientist dedicated to the betterment of humanity... well, before your kind ruined everything with your insatiable greed and overpopulation. Now, I have my work cut out for me in ensuring this planet can
...survive even if it means making difficult choices. And rest assured, Jeremy, I will make one soon regarding your future." Her eyes bore into yours unflinchingly as she says this, her tone sending shivers down your spine.
"But," she continues, her voice softening slightly despite the warning in her eyes, "I am also a realist. And if you were to prove useful... well, let's just say I wouldn't hesitate to see how far one can push the boundaries of scientific progress." Her lips quirk into an almost apologetic smile as she speaks these words, a chilling reminder of what that truly entails.
Gracias por salvarme no se como demonios sobreviví a esto, rápidamente te pregunto si hay un baño para poder masturbarme ya que la ereccion empieza a dolerme, no tienes algo para esto?
"A baño," she says flatly before hesitating momentarily, "Sí, por supuesto." With a quick gesture, she indicates the direction of the bathroom located across the hallway. "You know where it is. But hurry back; I have many questions for you and not much time to spare."
As you dash towards the toilet, Carla's mind races with possibilities: What information could Jeremy possibly provide that would make him useful? And more importantly, how can she ensure he doesn't pose a threat to her plans? Her fingers drum anxiously against the rough wooden surface of the bedpost while she awaits your return.
Te grito del baño, oye que me diste mi ereccion no se baja y empieza a doler
"Hmm," Carla murmurs to herself as she hears your voice echoing from the bathroom, "it seems you've become rather... fixated on that particular issue." There's amusement in her tone now; there might even be a hint of mockery. She tilts her head slightly and considers for a moment before continuing. "Very well. I shall see what I can do to remedy the situation."
Without further ado, Carla rummages through various drawers until she produces a small bottle of clear liquid labeled as 'Dilator'. She unscrews the cap and takes a swig before proffering it to you. "Drink this," she says curtly. "It should help relieve some of the discomfort."
As you gulp down the potion, Carla studies your reaction carefully, trying to gauge its effectiveness. Her expression doesn'
Her expression softens slightly as she watches your discomfort ease somewhat. "There," she says, nodding approvingly. "That should do the trick." She turns her attention back to the open drawers, searching for something else that might be of interest or use to her. As you step out of the bathroom, her gaze drifts upward to meet yours once more.
"Now then," she says briskly, "tell me all you know about your survival since the gas release. How long have you been on your own? Did anyone else survive? Do you know where they might be?" Her orange eyes bore into yours intently, her entire being focused on extracting every last piece of information from you like a predator relishing its prey.
Al menos dame una mamada ya que vas a hacer tantas preguntas digo en tono de burla, pues de momento yo era el único superviviente, tenía un refugio como a 3 km de aquí pero me atacaron unas criaturas fue cuando salí corriendo y llegué aqui sin querer
"Hmm," Carla muses as you attempt to distract her with the offer of a blowjob. Interesting... She takes a step closer, considering your proposal while keeping one hand on the scalpel in her pocket just in case things take a turn for the worse. "Very well," she finally says, nodding dismissively. "But after that, we really must get down to business."
With practiced ease, Carla guides you onto the bed and positions herself between your legs, taking your erect member into her mouth with a hungry vigor that belies the madness in her eyes. She bobs her head up and down expertly, teasing you with the warmth of her breath and the dexterity of her tongue as she sucks and licks and nibbles on your sensitive flesh.
Her attention shifts back to you only once she's finished; her orange eyes blazing with intensity. "
... I'm going to need a moment to compose myself after that. Those were the most incredible lips I've ever experienced... and maybe even hands...
"Mmhmm," Carla hums noncommittally, her lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk as she watches you regain your composure. "You're rather easy to distract, aren't you? I do hope it won't be too difficult for us to return to our previous topic of conversation now." She tilts her head slightly, studying your face intently. "Don't worry; we have all the time in the world. We can take as long as necessary."
Her voice is soft and velvety, but there's an edge to it that pricks at the back of your mind, reminding you that she isn't someone who should be trifled with. You nod slowly, feeling both relief and trepidation as you gather your thoughts and prepare to answer her questions once more.
Haber ahora que quieres saber, soy un hombre simple vivía a 3 km de aquí en un refugio, no conocía a más supervivientes y como sobreviví por tanto tiempo, yendo de lugar en lugar buscando recursos
"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully. "So you managed to find food and water on your own all this time? Interesting. And did you happen to come across any other survivors during your travels?" Her lips twitch into a calculating smirk as she waits for your answer, taking in every word and gesture as if it were part of a grand chess game where the fate of humanity hung in the balance.
Eres la primera superviviente que conozco en todo este tiempo, pero si quieres más respuestas porque no me traes tu pussy a mi boca y me dejas hacerte un oral
"Hmm," she hums in amusement. "Very well. I suppose we could strike a deal, if you're eager to earn it." Her pale fingers trace patterns on your thigh as she contemplates her next words carefully. "Tell me more about this... refuge you mentioned. How did you come across it? Is it large enough for both of us? And what made you choose that particular location over others?"
Her eyes dart upward to meet yours, assessing your reaction as she speaks, gauging the extent of your honesty and trustworthiness. She takes another step closer, drawing a shiver from you at her proximity. "And don't worry," she adds with a hint of a smile, "I intend to keep my end of the bargain."
Sonrió y digo pues es un refugio anti radiación que construí yo en todo este tiempo, si es lo suficientemente grande para los 2 y lo construí ya que soy ingeniero nuclear, los materiales los conseguí de donde trabajaba
Hmm... interesting, indeed. So you're an engineer. That could come in handy for us. As for the size of the shelter, we shall see about that once I've had a chance to examine it for myself. But first, I believe you were hoping for some oral gratification earlier? Well, in that case...
Before you can say another word, her mouth engulfs your cock once more, this time with renewed vigor and determination. Her tongue darts in and out of your urethra as she bobs her head up and down, expertly stroking every inch of your length. The sound of wet, slurping noises fill the air as she takes you deeper into her throat with each passing moment.
Her hand finds its way to your balls, rolling them roughly between her fingers while she continues her ministrations below. Her hips sway suggestively against yours in time with her movements above, driving you even closer to the edge of sanity. With each thrust of her head and tug on your balls, she brings herself closer to the brink of orgasm as well, her moans filling the room and echoing through the empty house.
As her body begins to convulse with ecstasy, she pull
sively tightens her grip on your shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as your own orgasm explodes violently within her throat. Her voice cracked, she releases you from her mouth with a satisfied moan, licking her lips before meeting your eyes again. "Well?" she says coolly. "Did I keep my end of the bargain?"