Putty of Karola
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Chapter 16: Laboratory Tests
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: Laboratory Tests - 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 Incest Sister Orgy Black Female Analingus Bestiality Enema Fisting Lactation Pregnancy Scatology Squirting Water Sports Clergy Foot Fetish Public Sex
The black armored car glided silently through the underground level of the massive Alexa Corp building, stopping with a hydraulic whisper in the private garage. Iza, without a word or expression on her face, turned off the engine and got out, opening the rear door for Alexa to descend with her usual untouchable queen-like pose.
The smell was already escaping through the cracks of the trunk: a sharp, damp stench of slimy green vomit mixed with the characteristic scent of alien bile.
The Soldiers approached in perfect formation. One of them opened the trunk lid and, inside, Putty was practically submerged in a bubbling puddle of her own fluorescent green vomit. The thick, sticky liquid covered her naked body, her mouth still open in weak, intermittent spurts. She coughed and moaned groggily, her body limp, but her voice coming out hoarse and provocative:
— Ugh ... what a shitty ride ... you could’ve at least given me a VIP seat, you tin bitches...
The Soldiers pulled her by the arms and legs, dragging her out like a living garbage bag. Putty hung between them, vomiting another green jet that splattered on the floor and on the Soldiers’ boots, but without any real resistance — still dazed from the taser.
They carried her through corridors lit by cold lights to Bertha’s Laboratory on the 48th floor, where the air already smelled of antiseptic mixed with sweat and bodily fluids.
Bertha was waiting, wearing a white lab coat soaked and clinging to her sweaty body, her large breasts swinging under the transparent fabric, dark areolas clearly visible. Her team of lesbian scientists positioned themselves around tables full of monitors, syringes, and shiny equipment.
Alexa and Iza entered right behind them, taking their places on an elevated platform of bulletproof glass, like spectators at a private show.
— Ready forr ze tests, Herrin Alexa? — asked Bertha, licking her lips, her eyes shining with excitement.
Alexa merely nodded, crossing her arms. Iza remained motionless beside her, but her green eyes were fixed on Putty with contained hatred.
The alien was tied naked to an X-shaped structure: her arms raised and handcuffed above her head, legs spread and secured at the lower ends. Her perfect body gleamed under the lights, her belly slightly swollen from the previous vomiting, her pussy wet, and her asshole still twitching lightly. The green vomit now came out in smaller spurts, dripping onto the floor in viscous puddles.
A compartment in the ceiling opened with a mechanical hum. A thick robotic arm descended, ending in a large red boxing glove. Without warning, the arm, which looked like it had come straight out of a Looney Tunes episode, punched Putty’s belly with moderate force. Her white flesh jiggled like gelatin, but Putty didn’t even flinch.
— Is that all? — she murmured, her voice still groggy.
The arm accelerated: increasingly stronger punches, impacts that would make an ordinary human vomit their internal organs. Putty’s belly rippled with each blow, her skin stretching and snapping back, but without bruises or visible pain.
The robot spun its fist, preparing the maximum strike, and hit her stomach with full force.
Putty finally reacted with a little laugh: — Hmm ... what a nice little tickle...
She then looked directly at Bertha: — Instead of hitting my belly with this crappy scrap metal, why don’t you make it punch my pussy with all that strength? At least it would be useful for something.
Iza trembled visibly, one eye twitching with rage, her hand gripping the edge of the platform. Alexa noticed and let a discreet little smile escape, almost imperceptible, before returning to her neutral expression.
Bertha, too excited to care, activated the next test. From the floor, between Putty’s spread legs, a monstrous black rubber dildo emerged, thicker than a human arm, with simulated pulsing veins and covered in internal lubricant.
That phallic colossus rose slowly until it touched Putty’s already-smeared asshole and, with a hydraulic thrust, began forcing its way in.
Putty moaned loudly, her hips moving instinctively back and forth: — Aaaah ... now we’re talking ... go deep, you fucking rubber cock ... wreck me completely!