Mai Ling, The Counts a new form of questioning? by Austinette on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

except, unlike in The Wrath of Khan, Gunther didn't place one ravenous worm in Mai's ear, but two in other, more intimate orifices. Only gotten to by lifting up the beautiful Chinese agent's dress, one door forward and one rear, arousal and pain combined into one intense sensation. arousalny, was maybe the right word. or agonerotica. placing her hands on her head to calm herself, mouth open in a silent scream of repulsion and delight, although she would have gladly confessed all to make it stop, to remove the revolting, violating creatures from her, speech was beyond her. she couldn't provide the answers sought if she wanted to. feeling them crawl and wriggle, swell and turn, stiffen and relax; feeling them press against her delicate and tender flesh. it induced a madness that couldn't be resisted. her only hope was an orgasm of such unusual proportions, of such volcanic magnitude, that those things would be driven from her body like ants a hot griddle. whether it would work or not was beyond the point. control had left her. her libido was working on its own. the sexual release she was about to experience, she knew, was unprecedented. she only hoped, in the far reaches of her mind still holding onto sanity, it would be enough.