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THE MONSTER SEX EXPERIMENT
By Nixie Fairfax
Copyright 2018 by Nixie Fairfax
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Cell 1: Fiona Lewis
Cell 2: Katie Macintyre
Cell 3: Olivia Blucher
Cell 4: Megan Mobley
Cell 5: Maddie Pryce
Cell 6: Trisha Prentiss
Cell 7: Sarah Scott
Cell 8: Sophie Honeycutt
Cell 9: Lauren Schumacher
Cell 10: Jennifer Lau
Cell 11: Claire Eliot
Cell 12: Baylee Hutchins
Cell 13: Hannah Baker
Cell 14: Zoe Kensington
Cell 15: Sadie Honeycutt
Cell 16: Rebecca Blish
Cell 17: Abby Van Zandt
Cell 18: Liz Twotrees
Cell 19: Cat Ruiz
Cell 20: Emma Quigley
The lights go up. The ceilings’ glow swiftly brightens, once again illuminating the cells and the arena and the twenty naked girls and the grim reality of their captivity.
“Crap,” mutters Cat as she sits up, blinking sleepily. “And here I was, hoping this was all just some horrible nightmare brought on by a shitty SyFy movie marathon.”
Her stomach rumbles. With a sigh she stands up, then forlornly eyes the two unpalatably penile food and drink dispensers on the wall.
“What I wouldn’t give for a stack of pancakes right now,” she says.
Zoe, who has been sucking food-paste from one of her own cell’s dispensers, plucks the pale udder from her lips, and scowls at Cat.
“Oh, don’t even talk about stuff like that. That’s just mean.”
Cat lifts one of the dispensers and is about to insert it in her mouth when movement from the cell to her right makes her look over.
Emma is executing a series of increasingly complex yogic contortions that reveal the teen’s surprising suppleness. Just watching her makes Cat’s joints and muscles ache.
“What, limbering up for another assault on the membranes?” Cat asks.
Without breaking her Warrior II pose, Emma says, “No, I do this every day. It’s good to follow a routine. Especially now. Don’t want my muscle tone and reflexes to atrophy. Not under these circumstances. If an opportunity for escape arises, I want to be sure I’m ready.”
“Hey, yeah, that’s smart,” Trish says, looking up from her own drink dispenser. She wipes some of the glistening off-white fluid from her lips with the back of her hand, then looks around her cell. “Of course, our options are kind of limited. It’s not like I can take my daily run in here. I suppose I could jog in place…”