Free 3 SUM by Quig Shelby

essential war equipment for invasion was measured and weighed. Later, tensile strength was tested. All data recorded.
    â€œNow how did that little monster ever get in its cage?” said Anais.
    Had she just said little? I was aghast. How many had she seen, whose were they, and did mine compare unfavourably? It didn’t look small from my view, and if I breathed in, well, it looked quite the opposite.
    Anais observed my consternation, my furrowed brow.
    â€œI do believe that’s bigger than expected,” she said, “and at such an early stage.”
    My arms were strapped into the chair and my wrists bound, but my smile could still embrace her.
    â€œShall I give him another shot, Colonel?” asked the lab rat with the horn-rimmed glasses.
    She looked kind of nerdy, plump with plumper lips. But right now they were all sex bombs, though I was the one ready to explode.
    Anais nodded, and the needle came up through the gap in the chair. But she was right, I was feeling less pain. Hell, I was almost ready to scream, ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ I was angry and horny.
    My senses were overloaded, and their perfumes were like feathered gloves ready to knock me out. I could hear every tap of their heels like a symphony.
    Anais moved closer, our eyes locked. I felt her cheek brush against mine as she whispered in my ear, “Sorry.”
    â€œSorry for what?” I asked. I was having a ball.
    â€œNow let’s see how the little soldier responds to real pain,” said a lab rat, holding a sterilised needle. I was beginning to feel like a pin cushion.
    She prodded and poked, but I stood firm. Then she brought out its friend, a spiked cog on a roller, and proceeded to travel the shaft.
    Even the metal rod couldn’t dampen my ardour, as it slid further inside, up and down, back and forth.
    Anais had obviously seen enough, and clapped her hands.
    â€œOK that’s all for today,” she said.
    I sighed with relief.
    â€œWe can start all over again tomorrow.”
    Damn these women.
    I was handed a magazine on the mummification rites of ancient Egypt, and ordered to read. Whilst I was deflated on page three, they slipped on a plastic cage, but it didn’t have spikes and was two sizes bigger.
    â€œI don’t want you to ruin anything,” said Anais, “and I don’t want to ruin you, just yet.”
    â€œIndeed not, my dear Colonel Anais Eve,” said the un-young scientist entering the room. His lab coat was rich with golden thread, and his swagger was as big as his name badge; I guessed he was important.
    â€œNo need for formalities, my dear Professor,” said Anais.
    He looked at me, as if down the barrel of a gun and I was in his sights. Someone handed me my clothes, and I quickly slipped them on.
    â€œAllow me to introduce myself, Valery 01. Professor Cygnus Caveat. I’ve been watching your progress for quite some time.”
    I was still staring at his name badge.
    â€œThat’s right, I have no number,” he said.
    His hair was thin, grey, and his face covered in craggy lines. He should have moisturised years ago.
    â€œI helped Vespertina back in the day,” he said, smiling like a fairy godfather.
    I’m sure he wasn’t the only turnpetticoat, but what did he do now?
    He clicked his fingers, and a book of calculations was placed in his hand.
    â€œImpressive, but haven’t you forgotten something?”
    The lab rat looked at her notes, turning bright red before stammering, “Circumference.”
    â€œThat’s right,” said the prof, “thickness counts too, my dear. I should know,” and he winked at the girl, causing her further embarrassment.
    â€œI’m on Lusterone,” she said, trying to compose herself.
    â€œMy first breakthrough,” said the prof. “Lucky you.”
    â€œOh, how ill mannered,” he returned his attention to me. “I’m ignoring our guest. Well keep it up,