Deidre Gets Testy – By Bubba Wubba

 

The sterile white walls and floors of the underground barracks was a maze of corridors and laboratories.  Tight security codes dictated that only women visitors were allowed entrance into the facility as they were thought to be weaker and easier to control.  Among the many top-secret chemical additives invented there, was a virus called 817.  It could be added to women’s perfume and when they put it on, the virus seeped through their skin and destroyed their hormones.  It was a trick chemical invented by Dr. Douglas because he felt that women should be more sexually available and less capable of getting pregnant.  He was a despicable brute of a man with a sneering grin, balding head and separated, yellow teeth.  And he was a bigger guy at about 6 feet tall and 200 lbs. 

 

Deidre had found out about this doctor through a workout acquaintance who was also a private eye.  The private eye, Ms. Gibson, accidentally came upon the paperwork while rummaging through the garbage and recycling bins of the barracks.  Gibson was looking to find out if Dr. Doulgas’ ex-wife had been right about his relationship with other women during their marriage.  He not only sued his ex-wife for defamation of character, but he had the judge declare her insane and institutionalized.  And this was after it was proven that he not only had affairs during his marriage, but fathered 5 children as well.  Such was the power he wielded, that he not only didn’t get convicted on evidence, but that he didn’t have to pay any child support for those children.  As far as the courts were concerned, those children didn’t exist.  All so Dr. Douglas could continue his inventions.

 

Deidre was determined to get involved.  Through Ms. Gibson, she found the name of the all-woman janitorial company that cleaned the barracks.  Deidre applied for a job and got it.  She began the very next night.

 

Deidre started her shift by sweeping the floors of the D-12 corridors.  Very few people were still there late at night but the few who were, were all men.  Although she was pretty, the long blue smocks they wore for the job were very loose fitting and unattractive.  The few men who walked by her all turned up their noses at the sight of her uniform.  So much the better, thought Deidre.  And they were leaving anyway.  As she was pushing her janitorial cart down the hallway, she saw a balding man with separated yellow teeth come out of an office and walk down the hall. 

 

“Wash the floor in there, “ he said brusquely, without looking at her.  “I’m locking all the doors.”

 

Suspecting that the building was empty, Deidre pushed the cart down to the door Douglas pointed out and went inside with a broom.  She was surprised to find a small office with a few shelves, a small desk and a lamp.  Not much on the walls other than his degrees.  She looked around for evidence of his inventions.  Seeing what looked like a closet door, she tried to open it but it was locked.  She looked through his desk for some keys and found a couple.  One of them worked and she let herself in, closing the door behind her.  She found a light switch and turned it on.  There was a large room with a laboratory, profane photos of nude women on the walls and all sorts of scientific devices and journals.  She looked around for any evidence of 817 and found a binder full of information.  She scanned through it and found the equations for the chemical and how they all worked to destroy the female hormone.  When she picked up other numbered manuals, they were all about making women sick, giving them cancer and all sorts of horrible things. 

 

Suddenly, she heard his office door open and she quickly closed the books and picked up the broom and began sweeping.  Not a few moments passed before an irate Douglas barged in the room. 

 

“You’re not supposed to be in here, you idiot,” he yelled at her.

 

Deidre told him there was a key in the door so she thought she should clean this room, too.  Douglas took the key in the door and locked them in.  He put the key in his pocket and smiled.  Deidre shyly smiled back at him.  He noticed her beautiful tanned, high cheekbones and dirty blonde hair.  Her face is beautiful, he thought.  Douglas walked slowly over to her and put his face close to hers.  He said that since she entered this room without his permission, she could only leave with his permission.  He then told her that she had a beautiful face and asked her what a beautiful woman is doing covering herself up in an ugly blue smock.  She smiled and turned away shyly again.  He asked her if she wouldn’t mind letting him peak under that blue smock.  She blushed a little.  He told her that he could see that her breasts were beautiful and round and that she must have an ass that is just as easy on the eyes.  She said that maybe she does and maybe she doesn’t.  But whatever the case may be, she told him, she was too much for him to handle.  He asked her what she meant by that.  She smiled again, moved close to him, placed her hands against his crotch and rubbed slowly upward.  He giggled and jumped a little. 

 

“Ah,” he said.  “Well, if you want to play, then you’ll have to play by my simple rule.”

 

“And that is?” she asked.

 

“That you can’t leave without my permission,” he answered. 

 

“Is that all?” she asked, batting her eyes. 

 

He smiled devilishly and suggested they get on with it.  Deidre began unbuttoning his lab coat and said she was gonna like this game.  She took off his lab coat and hung it on the door, secretly taking his keys in her hand.  He started taking the smock off her and she pushed him back with the opposite hand. 

 

“Uh-uh,” she teased.  Then lifted her foot and pushed him back against a wall.  “You have your rule, and I have mine.”

 

She reached behind her to hide the key in her clothing as well as grab the broom nearby.  Playfully holding the broom up to his chest, she pressed her breasts against him.  She felt his hard-on immediately. 

 

“You like that?” she asked. 

 

Douglas nodded.  She pressed the broom harder against his chest, which caused him to put his hands on the horizontal broom handle himself.  She pressed harder and upward with a big smile.  He suddenly realized that she was lifting him off the ground.  Although he was a few inches taller than she, and quite a bit heavier, she was pressing him against the wall with his feet about 6 inches from the ground.  Douglas was at once excited and very nervous.  He had lost the power position to a woman.  He mentioned that she was no ordinary woman.

 

“No,” she responded. “I’m extraordinary.”

 

With that, she lowered him back to the floor and put the broom aside.

 

“By the way,” he asked, as she began untying the back of her smock, “what is your rule in this game?”

 

She batted her eyes again and blushed. 

 

“Well?” he asked. 

 

“That you don’t leave this room without MY permission,” she said. 

 

Douglas smiled and thought that was cute.  “I’m not so sure about that rule.  Some conditions might apply,” he said. 

 

“For instance?” she asked. 

 

“Like what’s under that silly smock.”

 

“Oh, that’s far too much for you to handle,” she smiled.

 

  “I’m sure it is,” he smiled back. “Now, let’s see.”

 

  She raised her foot and seductively pushed him into a chair.  Standing before him, she grabbed the smock by the side of the shin and slowly tore it up the side.  The tear was even and controlled.  Douglas’ eyes widened at the first sight of her fit, tanned calf muscles.  She continued tearing all the way up the side of her thigh.  He saw that her legs were powerful and beautifully muscular.  He imagined that she would be strong enough to hold him in a leg scissor.  She took the broom and put it between her legs like she was flying with it.  Her hands stroked up and down as her legs slowly squatted.  Her muscles bulged and Douglas was very turned on.  Still with the broom between her legs, she stood straight up and slowly lifted the smock over her head.  At the top of her powerful tanned legs were white bikini panties.  The smock lifted further to reveal rock hard abdominal muscles and a broad, muscular ribcage.  Her breasts were large and round, like cantaloupes.  And when she dropped the smock from her arms, Douglas saw just where the strength to lift him came from.  Her biceps were like little footballs with the seam and everything.  Her shoulders, rounded like coconuts and with striations, rippled with muscle.   She reached down and unzipped his pants.  Taking out his schlong, she rubbed it harder and harder, up and down.  He was paralyzed with pleasure and came almost immediately.  She stroked and stroked continuously and he continued coming.  After a few minutes, he began to sweat and become winded.  He put his hand on hers, as if asking her to stop.  But she continued a little longer.  He told her he was done and gave her permission to leave.  She smiled and said fine.  But she still kept her hand on his dick. 

 

“It’s okay,” he said a bit nervously,”You may leave.”

 

“But what about my rule?” she asked. 

 

“Your rule?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What rule was that?”

 

“That you can’t leave without MY permission.”

 

He frowned and looked down.  Then he quickly pushed her away, got up and went for the door.  He took the lab coat from the door and reached for the keys.  When he didn’t find them, he checked his pants pockets, shirt and then looked around on the floor.  Deidre held the keys at the end of her fingers. 

 

“Looking for these,” she asked with a slight smile. 

 

He looked angrily at her and demanded the keys.  No, she said. 

 

“I’ll call security and have you arrested so fast,” he told her. 

 

“Go ahead and call them,” she dared. 

 

Realizing that the phone was on the other side of the locked door, he scowled at her.  “Give me the keys!”

 

She simply smiled back and dropped the keys in her bra.  “Come and get ‘em.”

 

He briskly stomped over to her, hand outstretched toward her breasts where the key was hid.  She grabbed his arm and deftly flipped him over her shoulder.  She slapped his heavy body to the ground and stood over him. 

 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” she said.

 

“What’s your problem?! he yelled and stood up.  He swung at her and she grabbed his fist and twisted his arm behind his back.  Wrapping her arm around his neck, she squeezed her bicep into his neck and felt him drop to the floor.  Her bicep pressed deep into his neck, cutting off the circulation.  His knees buckled and she was holding him up.  Finally, she let him go and dropped to the floor again.  He grabbed his neck and started coughing violently.  Deidre stood over him with her powerful thighs next to his kneeling, weakened body. 

 

She kneeled down, slid her hand around his buttocks and clenched his scrotum through his pants.  Squeezing his scrotum, she put her face up to his and asked “What does 817 mean to you?”

 

“Nothing,” he said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

  She squeezed harder and he yelped. 

 

“I know all about 817,” she told him and squeezed harder.  “You want to take reproduction away from women and leave us for your own sexual pleasure.”

 

His nuts were in between her knuckles and she pinched them harder.  His face turned redder and redder and he could barely get the words out.  “Let… go,” he begged of her.  But she pinched his nuts between her knuckles and  started to mold and split through them.  He winced in agony and begged her to stop.  But she didn’t.  Instead, she began lifting his lower body off the ground, holding him just by the scrotum.  She felt tearing and a few snaps.  He screamed in agony and then froze.  Doulgas went into such shock that he passed out and began seizing up.  His body twitched and convulsed at her feet.  She stood over him, broad and powerfully.  Her thickly muscled torso had brought his broad frame to a crumbled mess on the floor.

 

Deidre caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  Her big, muscular torso aroused even her as she admired her biceps and triceps.  She squeezed her hands together and twitched her breast muscles a few times.  Leaning back after her flex, she stood straight up, looked at the reflection of her eyes and smiled to herself.  Noticing the broom handle sitting nearby, she picked it up like a barbell and began flexing her biceps in the mirror.  He didn’t stand a chance, she thought to herself.

 

She gathered her belongings and locked him in the room with his keys and went directly to Ms. Gibson’s office.  Deidre told her what happened and Ms. Gibson said she’d handle it from there.

 

The next day, Douglas’ body was proclaimed missing and a private detective was sent to find him.  Ms. Gibson checked a number of places and people, gathering her story about 817 and previous women he coerced.  Later that night, she keyed her way into the lab and discovered his body there along with all the notes a few samples of formula 817.  His notes were confiscated and his body taken away.

 

News of Douglas’ invention hit the airwaves and suddenly people were being implicated left and right.  Businessmen, politicians, cops, lawyers and a number of other civil servants were connected to this anti-female drug.  His name was now written with shame and blame in the media.  And the attack on his manhood was looked at as a justification for his crime.  Because of that scandal, the whole barracks was shut down indefinitely.  As for Dr. Douglas, he can no longer have children.  Not only that, he was so traumatized by the event that cost him his testicles, that he stayed away from women altogether.

 

Deidre was back at the gym with Ms. Gibson.  Ms. Gibson was on the weight bench, pressing about 100 lbs with Deidre spotting.  Deidre was curvaceous and muscular.  Her sweaty body glistened with rippling muscle.  Ms. Gibson, after being spotted, looked up at Deidre and smiled.  “Thank you,” she said. 

 

“Anytime,” Deidre answered.  “Anytime.”