“Goodnight Gus, see you in the morning?”

“Yes, Dr. Prince, you most certainly will.”

Gus was the best; the Midas Lab security guard was as much a part of the building as the walls and floors, it seemed.

“Dr. Prince!” Gus called after me, “That protester is still chained to the fence out there; would you like me to walk you out?” He offered kindly.

“No need, Gus, he's harmless enough.” And quite fit in a scruffy, hippy kind of way, I added to myself.

“Take care, Doc. Another day closer to retirement.” Gus said, sitting back behind his monitors, opening a Tupperware container and digging into whatever leftovers his wife had packed for him.

Night had closed in while I worked late. I was on the verge of an exciting breakthrough in the field of menopausal delay, and sometimes I'd get lost in my research. Especially a day like today that I had spent watching volunteers masturbate in front of me, recording every detail of their arousal. I was a complete professional, but it had left me in some kind of mood.

I planned to get home, pour a glass of wine, and take a hot bath, then treat myself in a way that would curl my toes.

“Murderer! Here she is! Another tool used to torture and abuse defenceless animals!”

The protester. He'd chained himself, Christ-like, to the fence of our facility three days ago. God knows how he hadn't starved to death.

“I've told you every day. We don't experiment on animals at Midas Labs!”

His arms were spread-eagled and handcuffed to the fence, so he pointed his toe at his placard.

“Animal

Rights are

Fundamental”

Neon orange card, handwritten with a thick black marker.

“Think I'm stupid? I've done my own research! I know what's going on in there! You're using animals to test all your warped experiments! Animal rights!” He was shouting by the end.

I looked him over, and he really was quite attractive behind the scruff of beard. The security lights gave off just enough illumination to pick out his piercing blue eyes, and his tee hung off a well-built frame in the mild evening air. And despite being dead wrong about what went on at Midas Labs, he was obviously principled and dedicated; that was hot. But just how principled, I wondered.

“It's a really warm night,” I commented, popping two buttons of my blouse, exposing a deep cleavage. “Bet you need a drink?”

“I don't want anything off you, murderer.” He said to my boobs.

I pulled a bottle of water from my bag and unscrewed the lid, pouring a little of the liquid onto the ground.

“Are you sure, honey? Can I just pour a little into your mouth?” His eyes didn't say no, so I slowly brought the bottle to his lips until, almost reluctantly, he opened his lips and let me give him a little of what he needed.

I poured the water slowly, but it still tipped and overflowed his mouth, running in streams through his beard and soaking his broad chest, turning his old white tee a little translucent. I surprised myself by how turned on I was making a mess of him. It dawned on me the power I had over this chained-up man, and the thoughts excited me, and I felt a familiar pulse of desire through my abdomen.

I eyed his sign, and a devilish thought hit me.

“Where's your pen?” I asked sweetly.

“I haven't got one!” He replied definitely.

“You do,” I challenged. I saw you write your sign. A big, fat permanent marker!”

“Well, I can't find it!”

“Well, I'll help you look.” I declared and bent over at my waist to pat his cargo trouser, knee pockets.

This brought me tantalisingly close to his crotch, and I couldn't stop my eyes flicking there, finding his twitching bulge.

He shifted his weight uncomfortably, clinking the cuffs against the fence.

Knee pockets empty, I deliberately ran my hands slowly up his legs.

“There!” I felt the shape of it in his pocket and plunged my hand in, fiddling and searching, trying to recover it.

“A-ha!” I cried, gripping the thick cylinder.

“Er…that's not the pen.” He said to the sky, his cheeks bruising with crimson.

I squeezed, not comprehending quickly enough what I had in my hand.

“Oh!! Um…sorry!” I blurted, whipping my hand out quickly.

Refusing to be embarrassed, I felt in his other pocket, our eyes meeting in a hot, awkward tangle. Finding the pen, I denied myself the temptation to search further.

I popped the lid off with my mouth and set to work on his sign.

I blotted out an “I” and an “M.” an “R,” “G,” “H,” ”T,” “ARE” and the “DEMENTAL”

I held up the new, edited sign in front of him.

“I expect nothing less from a degenerate like you!” He spat.

I smiled and reread my work. It now said:

“AN**AL

I**S

FUN********”

“Don't you think it would be?” I drawled at him with a comical pout.

“Not with you! I'd never be with anyone who treated animals the way you do!”

“Besides the fact I have never hurt an animal, I'm pretty sure you'd cross any line I wanted you to.” I said with a confidence only earned by years of men hitting on me.

“Your lies won't save you! There's no way I could ever find you attractive.”

“Ahem.” I enunciated politely, indicating his crotch.

“That is an unavoidable physical reaction caused by you…grabbing it!”

I stepped close, into his personal space, eye to eye in my six-inch heels.

I kicked out of them, dropping my height to his chest level, subconsciously activating his protective man genes, portraying a poor doe that needs his manly strength.

This subtle psychological trick worked; I saw his breathing change in his chest.

I let my hand find a pec and looked up at him through thick lashes.

“Are you sure? Say the word and I'll turn and just…walk away.” I emphasised my point by walking my fingers up his chest and neck. Reaching his cheek, I turned his face to mine.

“Say the word.” I whispered, moving my lips closer to his.

“I…you…mustn't…” he mumbles, edging closer.

“Mustn't?” I echoed, my lips a breath away from his.

My hands had dropped to his belt and slid it open, popping the buttons of his fly.

“Stop.” He breathed, his eyes closed.

“Hmmph.” I pouted, moving away.

“No…” he cried, eyes snapping open.

“You need to make up your mind.” I chided, my hands once again at his waistband. ‘Tell me to stop again and it's over.”

The conflict on his face was delightful. I could see his principles fighting with his libido, and just for a second, I wasn't sure which would win. But I weighted the scales by reaching into his boxers and grasping his hot dick again, this time on purpose.

I worked my hand up and down his shaft while studying the pained expression on his face.

His eyes were scrunched and his breathing was shallow, so I whispered into his ear, “It seems like you want me to carry on? It seems that you quite like me doing this to you. All chained up and helpless?”

“You…bitch!” He managed incincerely, through gritted teeth as my pace got quicker.

I looked over my shoulder, scanning for people, but there was nobody around.

I dropped to my knees and tugged his trousers down further, freeing his thick cock to bounce and bob in front of my face.

“Want me to put this in my mouth? Want to have your cock sucked by an evil scientist?”

This time he spoke no words, but the frustration of his choice caused him to rattle his cuffs. And he let go an inharmonious groan.

I poked out my wet tongue and tasted his tip and was pleased to see his hips push into the fence. His body wanted this so much, but his conscience wouldn't allow it. I loved the paradoxical angst my tongue was provoking.

“I'm going to make you cum.” I declared. “I'm going to make you cum for me. Make you shoot your load into my hot mouth.” I added matter-of-factly.

“No! Please…” He breathed weakly, obviously not meaning a word of it.

“Just say stop.” I reminded him, right before taking him into my mouth and sliding wetly down his shaft.

His guttural groan told me all I needed to know, and I let myself enjoy the sensation of his cock sliding into my throat.

“Please…please…” he repeated, like a mantra, and I felt his solid cock straining in my mouth.

I accompanied my sucking and slurping with desperate hums and mmm's of desire, surely sending delicious vibrations through his thick erection.

His hips were now thrusting into my mouth, and I knew he'd soon be letting go.

I bobbed faster, my hand tugging at his base, suddenly desperate to feel his hot cum release over my tongue.

He almost screamed as his body overruled his mind, and his body was rocked by the most taboo of orgasms, his arms trying to rip away from their bonds.

I felt strong jets of his cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it easily, clamping my lips around him so as to not waste a drop.

Satisfied that the last pulse of his twitching cock was in fact the last one, I dragged my mouth off him with a pop.

I stood and smiled my most wicked of smiles. I pulled his trousers up for him, noticing he couldn't look me in the eye.

“Listen, I truly admire what you're doing, but really, you're barking up the wrong tree here. When you set yourself free, why don't you come find me?”

I began walking away but turned over my shoulder, “and bring your sign.” I called with a wink and a giggle.