Free Undead Tango by Alexis Martin

threw his hands in the air. “Where do they find such idiots?”
    Vander suddenly found himself wanting to hammer a fist into Dr. Plimpton’s smug face, but he shrugged it off.
    “Okay fine…it sort of works like a truth serum,” he explained. “But it also lowers their inhibitions—makes a woman willing or more receptive if you catch my meaning.”
    The light flickered on in the adjoining room that was separated by a one-way glass. That is when he saw Skye. She was strapped down to what appeared to be a gynecologist chair with her legs spread wide. The sight of her naked form always sent waves of electricity spiraling through his spine to rest right at the tip if his cock. Skye was an instant erection.
    She was in fact completely naked and helpless, looking like an angel restrained to some fuck machine. Her hips moved ever so slightly, and her pink folds glistened in the bright lights of the chamber. She looked incredibly moist. A clear line of her womanly fluid hung in translucent strings from the edge of her seat. Vander’s cock twitched.
    He started for the room, but a small hand caught his arm to stop him. “You can’t go in there like that,” Dr. Plimpton snapped. “You will contaminate the environment.”
    Vander was directed to a small shower in the corner of the lab where he was made to wash with an antibacterial scrub.
    Naked and still wet from the buckets of water that had been poured over his head, he stepped from the shower curtain. All the lab assistants stood in shock as they witnessed his true girth.
    “Don’t damage her,” Dr. Plimpton said. “Why on Earth would they send a man of this…this size? Nemitz is not making any sense.”
    A thin-boned, lanky man nudged Dr. Plimpton on the shoulder. “Maybe Dr. Nemitz wants to breed a race of superhumans.”
    Dr. Plimpton ignored the comment, and his gaze returned to Vander. “Go easy and go slow. Be delicate. If she complains of any discomfort, then you must stop, and the next one on the roster will be contacted.”
    “Yeaaah, whatever. Can I go to her now?”
    Dr. Plimpton gestured toward the door.
    When Vander entered the chamber, her wide eyes instantly locked onto his, and she smiled brightly. “Oh my God, Vander,” she said in a liquid voice that was somewhere between drunk and overly medicated. “Damn, my pussy is on fire.” She wiggled her hips suggestively. “You have to fuck me like right now!”
    Vander stepped closer, into the brightness of the lights, and Skye’s eyes opened farther. “I totally forgot how huge you were,” she commented, her gaze transfixed on his cock. “I’ve been wanting to feel that thing inside me for a long time.”
    Vander smiled. He stood in between her spread legs and leaned down to look directly into those sparkling, blue orbs. “Did they harm you?” he asked.
    “Hmmm. I don’t think so. The shit they gave me really heated me up though, made me really fucking horny.” She rolled her lean hips toward Vander, and her moist heat was stinging the head of his cock. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation? Take me now, Vander.”
    He recalled what the lab coat technicians said about the drug acting as a truth serum. He had to find out how Skye truly felt about him and the other two companions. This may be his only real opportunity.
    “What do you think about me,” he queried. She looked dumbfounded for a second.
    “Vander, I am hurting down here for you. Can you ask me stupid questions later?”
    “I must know your true feelings for me. Please, Skye.”
    “Fine,” she sighed. “You are abrasive, ill-mannered, stubborn, and a convicted felon.”
    All of it was true, yet hearing it from Skye hurt. It injured him much more than he was prepared for. But why? Knowing her true feelings, he could not take advantage of her here, in this condition.
    But then her luscious, plump, red lips rose into a broad smile. “And that is why I love you,” she continued. “You are real, and I admire