her channel.”
“Wow,” Sammi murmured. She stood up and came to look more closely at the paraphernalia on the light table. “Uh…what’s this one?” she asked, pointing at an extremely large purple dildo which had what looked like a deflated balloon at its base.
“This is to simulate bonding sex with a Beast Kindred,” Roark explained. “It releases a compounding which mimics Beast Kindred pre-come, which allows a female to stretch to receive a Beast Kindred’s shaft. Then at the moment of bonding…look…” He picked up a small remote, pointed it at the huge dildo and pressed a button.
Immediately, the deflated balloon-looking part around the base of the dildo began to fill with air. It grew to alarming proportions, making Sammi’s eyes widen as she watched it get bigger and bigger. Holy crap, was this what Meg went through every time she and her Beast Kindred hubby had sex? How in the world could her best friend walk straight the next morning?
“That’s…impressive,” she managed to get out, in a slightly strangled voice. “But, uh, I don’t know many women who could accommodate such a large, um, object—let alone the balloon thing at the base.”
“The mating fist,” Roark corrected her. “And no, of course a female can’t accept such a large phallus into her channel unless she’s sufficiently aroused first. Which is where my preparation process comes in.”
“What do you mean by that?” Sammi frowned up at him and had a sudden idea. “Does it have anything to do with that ointment you gave me?”
“As a matter of fact, it does.” He nodded. “You see, in order to simulate bonding sex, the female’s arousal must be intense. There is no impregnation without pleasure.”
“Not among the Kindred, maybe,” Sammi muttered. “Though I’ve known plenty of girls down on Earth who got pregnant without a bit of pleasure.”
“Yes, that is a very strange aspect of human sexuality,” Roark remarked. “It amazes me that you’re able to conceive so easily and with no pleasure on the female’s part whatsoever.” He shook his head. “It must be the reason I’ve heard human males described as inadequate lovers so often.”
“Well, none of the human guys I’ve been with has ever been that great,” Sammi said frankly, and then blushed. “Not that I’ve, uh, dated that many people,” she added quickly, wondering why she had brought it up in the first place.
Roark looked at her intently.
“So you also have felt that your sexual experiences with human males have been lacking?”
“Well, yes…” Sammi cleared her throat. “Though I don’t see how my, uh, experiences are of any interest here.”
“My dear Samantha, they are of intense interest,” Roark said eagerly. “If previous sexual experiences have left you unaroused and unfulfilled, that makes you the perfect test subject for my arousal process and eventually for the prototype of my insemination machine.”
“What?” Sammi looked at him blankly. “You want me to test out all this… this stuff?” She eyed the huge purple dildo, with the inflatable mating fist in dismay. “But that’s crazy! I’m a scientist—not a cam girl!”
“Don’t you see—this research will benefit countless people,” Roark said. “Single females who feel no need of a mate but wish to have a baby to love and cherish. Females who bond with other females and wish to raise a child together. Widows who have lost their mates and want desperately to have a baby to remember them by.”
“Well…that is a worthy cause,” Sammi conceded. “But…I just don’t know if I can see myself, uh, trying all this stuff out.”
He turned the full force of those pale eyes on her.
“What if I told you this is part of your job requirements, Samantha?”
“What? Are you saying there’s a clause in the contract I signed that says I have to let you put something like that inside me?” she demanded, still looking at the Beast Kindred dildo.
Roark raised an eyebrow.
“There is a part which specifies that you will do whatever is necessary to advance our research.”
“Well, yes, but…I mean, there are limits, right?” Sammi protested.
To her surprise, Roark nodded.
“There are limits,” he agreed. “I will not actually be injecting you with fertile seed. You will not actually get pregnant, Samantha—you will only simulate the impregnation process.”
“I…but I…” She wasn’t sure what to say…what to do.
Oh, she knew what she ought to do—she ought to slap his face and walk out.
But if she was going to do that, she would have done it back when he ordered her to bend over the desk and raise her skirt for