Livia Pt. 01

Location: Anatomy Labs (Top-secret genetics laboratory run by the Finley sisters.)

"My creation is beautiful. She will help change the human race for the better," Doctor Simone Finley mused as she gazed through the glass of the nutrient chamber. Her creation was sleeping inside it, recovering from a day's worth of strenuous testing.

"She is stunning," Doctor Lena agreed as she watched the hunger in Simone's eyes.

"She needs a name befitting a god-like creation," Simone grinned as she tapped the glass, eager to see her creation ready for more testing.

Lena hummed and thought for a moment. She understood Doctor Simone's brilliant and demented mind better than anyone. Simone and Lena were sisters, but Simone's charisma helped them obtain power, influence, and the money to create genetic mayhem. Simone considered her work the key to saving the human race from extinction, but Lena knew better. Doctor Simone's work was a slap in the face to every bio-ethic law imaginable. Under Simone's guidance, the sisters spliced together human and cephalopod DNA. Simone's new creation would likely do more damage than good in the end, but Lena didn't have the nerve to fight her sister's ideas. Lena was afraid of Simone. Staying on her good side made life easier. She also couldn't deny how fascinating Simone's creations were.

"How about Livia? It could be short for leviathan. Leviathan was a powerful female monster that lived in the deepest parts of the ocean. You know, since she is related to the octopus," Lena suggested.

"I like that. Livia was also the name of an influential Roman empress. Thank you, Lena. Livia is a fitting name for our little sister."

Lena looked at Simone in astonishment after that revelation.

"Our sister?"

"Of course, can't you see the resemblance? I used mother's frozen eggs for Livia's human foundation. The cephalopod DNA made her paler and more enchanting. Have her inner feelers passed the more strenuous endurance tests?"

"Yes. Everything about her is strong. Three of our male technicians are still recovering from the tests."

"Recovering?" Simone asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Livia can't control some of her mating features while under sedation. Her inner muscular hydrostats easily sense male pheromones, and in response, they release sperm-attracting peptides and female pheromones in copious amounts. It keeps the males hard and potent for hours. It's uncomfortable for them, but they'll survive. Livia will be more efficient with some training and a clearer head. All in all, you have created a super harvester."

"Perfect. Contact the clinics and order them to submit profiles of their healthiest, most potent clients. Then we'll make some special appointments. The evolution of mankind is about to accelerate."

The Invitation

Ben was confused and intrigued by a special invitation from the Uptown Sperm Bank. He discovered it wedged between the junk mail. He had visited the bank two years earlier when he was between jobs and tight on cash. He remembered it being fancier than any hospital or clinic in town. The letter declared he was one of twenty men exclusively selected to participate in a revolutionary new sperm collection program since his genetics were exceptional. Ben was flattered. He knew he was in good health, good looking, rarely got sick, and had relatives that often lived to a hundred. He figured that was pretty exceptional. Also, the letter claimed the new sample-collecting process would be better than a day at the spa. A thousand-dollar participation bonus sealed the deal for him. He wasn't tight on cash anymore, but selling semen for a thousand bucks was too good to pass up. He called the sperm bank Friday afternoon and made his appointment. Then he called Sean, his best friend and boss at Hank's Family Construction, to let him know he would be late for work on Monday.

"A doctor's appointment? Dude, is everything all right?" Sean asked in concern. He knew his old high school buddy rarely got sick.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm uh... having that little mole looked at on my shoulder. It's been itchy, so... better safe than sorry, right?"

"Oh, thank God. Don't get sick on me right before the biggest building project in our company's history is about to begin. I don't want to have to hunt you down."

"Dude, chill. I'm fine. I'll be in after lunch for the meeting at the site," Ben assured him.

He hated lying to Sean. He was a great friend and boss. Ben figured he would come clean about the real purpose of the appointment if things went well.

"You better be fine," Sean warned. "On a side note, how are you and Abby doing?"

Ben sighed loudly into the phone after that question.

"I told you, man. It's pretty much over, and I'm okay with it. I'm not crying into my pillow every night if that's what you're worried about. I'm enjoying being a bachelor. Abby and me were never a great match."

"I kinda knew that, but I didn't want to be rude and say it to your face. She had weird house rules about everything."

"Yeah, I don't miss her obsession with destroying every speck of dirt in the apartment. It clashed with me being a construction worker. It's okay to have muddy boots in the mudroom."

"I totally agree. Well, have a good weekend. I'll see you Monday."

"Thanks. You too," Ben said and ended the call.

Ben was a little nervous when he arrived at the posh sperm bank on the edge of town early Monday morning. It had been renovated since he last visited. The glass doors in the front had a fancy reception monitor that lit up and greeted him as he stepped up to the door.

"Good morning, Benjamin Smith," announced the female receptionist on the video screen. "Welcome to our new Uptown facility. We will need proof of your identity before entry and the code on your invitation."

"Uh, sure," he said and dug his ID out of his pocket along with the letter. Then he held them up to the monitor's camera.

He watched a readout of his attributes scroll down the screen.

'...Benjamin Thomas Smith, 25 years old, 6'1", 180 pounds, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, high-count donor...'

A few seconds later, a bell chimed, and the glass doors slid open for him.

"Come on in, Mr. Smith," the receptionist smiled before the screen went blank.

"Thanks," Ben said with a nod and stepped into the building.

The sliding doors snapped shut behind him, and he felt the air pressure change like when you close a car window on the highway. He didn't think much of it as he stepped through another pair of opaque glass doors into a brightly lit reception room. White was the dominant color in the sterile-feeling room. The woman from the outer monitor was sitting behind a half-moon-shaped reception desk. On top of the desk, a glass cylinder full of water rose all the way to the ceiling. Bright green, translucent seaweed grew in long strands inside the tube. It was a shock of color that reflected on the desk and floor below it. It was the only contrasting element to break up the excess of white in the room. Even the receptionist was wearing a bright white suit. She had neatly cropped blonde hair that stopped right below her ears.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Smith. Please, leave all your valuables and non-clothing items with me so I can lock them up for the duration of your appointment. Shoes go in too, keep your socks for the moment," she instructed as she pushed a button on the desk.

A drawer noiselessly emerged from the lower half of the reception desk to Ben's left. It was some of the fanciest cabinetry he had ever seen.

"Wow, you guys have made a lot of improvements since my last visit," he noted as he began emptying his pockets into the small bin inside the drawer.

"We have. This facility is state of the art. It reflects the high standards of our proprietors."

"It's slick. I love what they've done with the place. Please, pass along my compliments," he said as he pulled off his work boots and placed them in the bottom of the drawer.

"You can do that yourself. Doctor Lena Finley is on her way to retrieve you now. The jacket goes in, too," she smiled.

"Oh, wow, I'm meeting the big boss?" he asked in surprise as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it on top of his boots.

"You are. Well, one of them. This program will revolutionize the way we collect and study our most valuable specimens. The doctors will be working closely with you to make sure everything goes smoothly. Doctor Lena will be with you in a moment," she said and pushed the button again.

Ben smiled as he watched the drawer slide noiselessly back into the desk. It looked seamless after it shut.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith," announced a friendly female voice from the hall on the left.

He looked up and met the eyes of a beautiful woman in a white lab coat and tall white heels. She had long dark hair, big green eyes, and inviting red lips.

"Uh, good morning, Doctor Finley," he announced as she walked over and shook his hand.

"Please, call me Lena."

"Sure, call me Ben."

"Well, Ben, you're in for a treat. You're our favorite candidate and will be the first to experience the fruits of our labor. Follow me. Your private room awaits," she smiled and waved him forward.

"Thanks, Lena. I have to admit, you have me hyped for this 'new' experience," Ben said as he followed the beautiful doctor to an elevator at the end of the white hall.

Lena used a personal access card from her pocket to open the doors. They both stepped into the elevator, and she used the card again to select the lowest floor. Ben was more than impressed by the excessive security.

"Dang, are you leading me to a secret vault or something?" he asked jokingly.

"In a way, yes. The technology that brought this new program to life is priceless. That's why only a select few get to experience it. If you're lucky, you'll get a follow-up appointment," she said with a wink.

"Yep, now I'm really stoked," he grinned as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Lena led him into another white hall. They walked to the end and turned right. At the end of that particular hall, Lena used her access card to let them into another sterile white room with an examination table at the center. The table was alarming in its appearance. There were leather straps and wires attached to it in various places. Ben froze when he saw it. Lena smiled when she saw his expression.

"Sorry, Ben. I know it looks intimidating, but there is nothing to fear from the table. It's a security measure to protect our assets. Please, strip and place your clothes in the holding drawer," she instructed as she closed the main door and pushed an almost invisible button beside it.

Ben was surprised when another seamless drawer magically slid out of the wall to his right. He looked at it for a moment, then he glanced at the doctor.

"Are you going to watch me?" he asked.

"I am. It's standard procedure with our new program. I have to make sure there are no hidden items on your person that could damage our equipment. You know, weird genital piercings or something like that," she said with a smirk.

"Ah, right... makes sense," he gulped and started removing his clothes and placing them in the drawer.

Lena smiled as she watched him reveal his body. She already knew he had exceptional genetic makeup, and his beautiful frame proved it. His skin was tanned, and his muscles were toned thanks to his strenuous job and his love of swimming. If he weren't important to their research, she would have asked him out on a date. Once he was standing naked before her, she approached him for his final inspection.

Ben gulped as the beautiful doctor examined him from top to bottom. She picked up each of his arms and felt them up and down. She ran her fingers through his hair as if she were trying to comb it. She carefully inspected his ears, inside his mouth, and his nose. Then she ran her hands down his back, sides, stomach, legs, and groin, thoroughly investigating his skin. Lastly, she inspected his penis. Ben's blood pressure spiked as he watched her kneel on the floor in front of him. She lifted his semi-hard cock up and gently massaged and inspected his testicles and scrotum.

"Hmm, very good," she noted as she smiled up at him, then she gently stroked his cock, encouraging it into a proper erection. The wonderful stimulation made him shudder.

"Doctor?" he gulped.

"It's alright, Ben. Don't be nervous. I need to take your measurements," she explained as she pulled a small ring-shaped device from her coat pocket and slid it around his penis.

She pushed the device against his mound and tapped the little digital display on the top. Then she slowly pulled the device off his shaft. Once it moved clear of his tip, it beeped.

"Ah, perfectly above average. That's easy to see," she grinned as she stroked him a few more times, often squeezing his hard shaft.

"Thanks," he said with an embarrassed nod. He was disappointed when she released him and stood.

Lena took his hand and led him over to the table. She pushed a button on the side that released a tension spring, allowing the table to tilt and fold into a chair. She guided him to sit down. Then she secured his wrists, ankles, and torso with leather straps.

"Why is all this necessary?" he asked.

"It's to protect our assets and you. If things get a little intense, we don't want you flailing around and hurting someone or dislodging the sensors," she explained as she picked up the wires over his head and stuck the sensors to the back of his neck with little suction cups.

"Uh, who else might I hurt?"

"Livia, our pride and joy," she said with a smile as she walked over to the opposite wall and pressed a glowing button.

Ben watched as a hidden door slid into the wall, revealing a beautiful naked woman standing behind it. His heart started pounding as she stepped into the room. Her hair was dark like Lena's, but it was cropped just below her perfect jaw. Her eyes were bright gray with a hint of blue, and her skin was smooth, flawless, and almost glowing under the bright white lights. Her breasts were plump and perfectly symmetrical. Her nipples were hard and begging to be kissed. Her mound was smooth and hairless below her slender stomach. Ben's body ached at the sight of her, and his erection grew stiffer.

"I see you both are eager to enjoy each other. I'll leave you to it. Have fun, Livia," Lena said before she left through the hidden door.

It closed silently behind her, leaving Ben alone in the room with the mysterious woman. He was stunned and enthralled by her beauty. He had not been expecting something so intensely erotic to be part of the new program. Livia's expression was strange and a little distant as she slowly approached the chair. She stopped beside it and pressed the tension button, causing it to slowly recline, stretching Ben out before her. He suddenly felt like a feast, or maybe a sacrifice. Livia placed her long, slender fingers on his stomach and trailed them up the center of his chest, making him shudder. She continued up until she caressed his face. He watched as she leaned closer, bringing her beautiful eyes over his. She smelled like a savory sea breeze. It was the strangest thing, and it made Ben hotter than he already was. She was studying him. He could hear her breathing in his breath as he exhaled. Her hand was resting on his neck, feeling his pulse. Her pupils were tiny and oblong, while her irises were a striking flood of gray. They almost didn't look human. Her breasts were touching his arm. They were soft and warm, easily distracting him from his anxiety about her eyes.

Livia let out a soft, arousing moan before she suddenly slid down his body. Ben gasped and looked down when her right hand wrapped around his cock and her left hand cupped his balls. She carefully stroked and examined him for a moment, making him extra hot. Then she closed her eyes and licked his tip, tasting the precum that had been glistening there. Her whole body shuddered as she savored his flavor. Ben was tingling as he watched her strange reaction. Her eyes opened a second later, and her pupils had gone wide and black, making her look wild and dangerous. It reminded Ben of a cat stalking its prey.

Then, in a shocking heartbeat, she was on top of him. He flinched and bumped his head against the table as he jerked away from her. She moved inhumanly fast. Her hand went around the back of his neck as she aggressively pulled his mouth to hers. Her strength was as shocking as her speed. Her salty tongue went deep into his mouth, then a sour flavor hit his taste buds. Ben shuddered as the citric taste made his whole body tingle and his skin crawl. He groaned as his cock grew harder. He felt his scrotum swell and tighten as his heart pounded against his ribs. The unnatural reaction was as frightening as it was arousing. His skin was suddenly hyper-sensitive. He could feel every soft inch of Livia's skin. Her luscious breasts were heavy against his chest. Her lower belly and crotch were pressing his cock against his stomach. Her thighs felt as luscious as her breasts as they straddled his legs and hips. She rocked her body against him, massaging his cock, and he moaned in delight.

She drew away from him and searched his eyes as she got up on her knees. Ben gulped as she reached down and grasped his throbbing erection. She rubbed his swollen tip into her slippery pussy lips, and he shuddered with arousal. He was aching for stimulation, and her wet warmth felt heavenly. Livia smiled as she lowered her swollen cunt down on his tip, using his thick meat to open her tight inner muscles. They both groaned in delight as she sank down on him, engulfing his penis in her hot flesh. Ben's legs and cock twitched to finally be deep inside the beautiful woman.

"You're so tight," he breathed, feeling almost high with pleasure.

She smiled wickedly. Then she lay back down on him and gently kissed his mouth. He groaned when she began slowly working her pussy up and down his shaft, provoking his intense arousal even more. He gasped softly when his penis hit deep inside her, and a little sting of electric pleasure shocked his tip. It grew more intense with each stroke, and his eyes rolled back. He thought he could cum so easily at that point. He really wanted to explode inside her, but he couldn't. He was simply tingling on the edge of ecstasy. It was almost as good as an orgasm, but he needed the release, and it wasn't happening for some reason.

Behind the wall in the hidden observation room, the Finley sisters were proudly monitoring their beautiful creation and their potent test subject.

"What's the data readout now?" Simone asked as she stood in front of the one-way window, enjoying the view of Ben's engorged penis disappearing into Livia's swollen cunt.

"She fed him her pheromone, and his body is responding beautifully. His heart rate and circulation are up a hundred percent."

"Is he producing more semen already? He looks swollen," Simone said with a smirk.

"He should be. Our technicians were swollen and twice as potent for a week after testing with Livia. It didn't hurt them. They claimed they felt healthier afterward."

"Excellent."

Back in the white room, Ben was struggling to understand why he couldn't cum. He was aching to explode inside of Livia's hot cunt, but he was only getting hotter with each passing second. She drew away from him and searched his hazel eyes as he studied her dark pupils.

"Livia, I can't take much more of this," he panted.

She smiled wickedly before she leaned in and kissed him again. A few seconds later, Ben felt something strange moving against his tip. There was unnatural pressure just inside his urethra. Without warning, the warm pressure moved deeper into his shaft. He pulled his mouth away from Livia's and gasped. There was something moving inside his penis.