Putty of Karola
Copyright© 2026 by BrazoJapa
Chapter 12: The German Scientist
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12: The German Scientist - On the planet Karola, where only women exist, sex is forbidden... Will Putty, a completely depraved sex offender, suffer the consequences of her actions? WARNING: Contains extreme scatology!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Fiction Crime Aliens Orgy Black Female Analingus Bestiality Enema Fisting Lactation Pregnancy Scatology Squirting Water Sports Clergy Foot Fetish Public Sex
Alexa was still naked, her body glistening with a thick layer of saliva and drool that Iza had left after the tongue bath. Thick drops slowly ran down her breasts, belly, and thighs, dripping onto the gray velvet daybed.
The air in the office was still heavy with the smell of fresh vomit, piss, diarrhea, and cum. Alexa breathed deeply, feeling her body clean and refreshed, but the anger still burned in her eyes.
She stood up slowly, bare feet stepping on the cold floor, and looked at Iza, who remained on her knees beside the daybed, her face still covered in slime, green lips swollen from so much sucking.
— Call Bertha. Now.
Iza stood up silently and turned toward the door. Peggy was still there, peeking through the crack, a string of drool running from the corner of her mouth and dripping onto the floor. Her eyes were glazed over and her breathing was heavy.
Iza stared at the secretary: — Peggy. Call Bertha. Immediately.
Peggy blinked rapidly, wiped the drool with the back of her hand, and replied in her shrill, nasal voice, almost a squeak:
— Okay, okay ... I’ll call her riiiight nooow!
She ran to the intercom at the reception desk, pressed the button hard as if trying to break it, and spoke loudly, excitedly, with her voice rising at the end of every sentence:
— Berthaaa! Miss Alexa wants you in her office RIIIIGHT NOOOOW! Hurry, hurry, hurreeee!
Iza, still standing at the door, added coldly: — And send a cleaning crew to the car in the private garage.
Alexa, from the back of the office, interrupted in a hoarse voice: — No. Don’t clean the car. Leave everything as it is.
Iza turned to her mistress, then back to Peggy: — Cancel the order. No cleaning crew. Leave the car as it is.
Peggy stopped in the middle of the hallway, put her hands on her hips, and complained in an irritated, nasal voice:
— Do this, don’t do thaaaat, do this, don’t do thaaaat ... annoying biiiitch!
Iza took a step forward, her green eyes fixed on Peggy, unblinking:
— And after you complete all the orders, take a broom and shove it up your ass until it tears.
Peggy’s eyes widened, her voice rising into a shrill squeak: — You’re joking, riiiight?!
Iza didn’t answer. She just kept staring, motionless and expressionless. Peggy swallowed hard, and another string of drool dripped from her mouth.
— I’m so fuuuucked...
Minutes later, the elevator dinged. Bertha stepped out, her heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway. Tall, with strong German features, 36 years old, her white skin sweaty and slimy, short black hair wet and plastered to her head, dripping with something milky as if it had been licked by a cow.
Her scientist uniform, white pants and lab coat, paired with thick black boots, was completely soaked in sweat and strange yellowish fluids, clinging tightly to her body. Her large, hanging breasts, with huge dark areolas visible through the sweat-soaked fabric, along with her thick nipples, swayed as she walked. Her flabby, meaty, greasy, and gooey pussy made wet sounds with every step, splattering cum on the floor.
Bertha saw Alexa naked and glistening with drool, and broke into a wide smile: — Vhat a beautiful! Yourr body is covarred in slime just like mine! Splendid! Vunderful!
Alexa ignored the comment, her voice dry: — Shut up, Bertha. I need your brain.
The German blinked, then opened her arms: — Ja! My brrain is all yourrs! You can rip it out frrom my head if you vant!
Alexa took a deep breath, impatient: — Listen. I want your team to collect all the fluids from the car in the private garage. Everything. Vomit, piss, diarrhea ... everything that leaked out. In the middle of that filth is Putty’s vomit.
Bertha’s eyes widened with excitement: — Analyze ze vomit of an alien? Perrfect! I vill dive rright now into herr filth and decode everry molecule of herr body!
Alexa nodded: — Analyze her alien physiology. Develop a weapon capable of defeating her. Not kill. Incapacitate. I have plans for Putty.
Bertha clapped her hands, cum splattering from the floor: — Ja! I vill do it! I vill do it rright avay!
A few days later, Alexa and Iza went to Bertha’s Laboratory. The place was organized chaos: screens full of graphs, bubbling tubes, female scientists walking around wearing only open white lab coats and black boots, nothing underneath. Tits and pussies exposed, bodies sticky and dripping with vomit, sweat, and cum from the experiments with Putty’s fluids collected from the car.