Sam Kingston couldn't remember how he got to be in the white room. One minute he was living on the street in Los Angeles and the next he was confined in a small room. He vaguely remembered a man giving him a bottle of wine before he blacked out. He was on a hospital bed with his arms restrained. Three doctors were examining him, two men, one young one old, and a woman. He was naked except for his ratty old boxer shorts. Sam looked down his gray beard at his old black body. "Who are you? What's going on?" he asked. "I"m Doctor Foster," said the younger man. "That's also Doctor Foster," he nodded at the woman, "and that is Doctor Slavisek. You agreed to try out a new drug for us." "I don't remember agreeing to nuthin." "All the wine you can drink Sam and a shot of heroin a day," said Doctor Slavisek. Sam liked the sound of that. "That's an interesting tattoo," said the female Doctor Foster examining his arm. "It's the budweiser," he replied. The woman doctor was one fine looking bitch. Large breasts strained at the fabric of her lab coat Doctor Slavisek was an older man closer to eighty then seventy. He stabbed a needle into Sam's already needle scarred arm and Sam sighed as the heroin quickly coursed through his veins. Sam smiled and blinked as the drug took affect. "Let's do it," said Slavisek bringing up another needle filled with fluid and stabbing him on his upper arm. "Lets hope C doesn't end up like A or B," said the male Foster. "You can't have an omelet without breaking some eggs," said Slavisek. "Besides there's plenty more homeless people out there." ******************** A week later, Sam got off his cot and stretched. His arthritis wasn't all that bad today. He walked over to get a bottle of wine and stopped in surprise. He didn't feel the need to drink today, a need he had felt every day for the last twenty years. He shrugged and grabbed a bottle anyway. Sam looked around his room seeing it clearly for the first time since he had gotten there a week ago. He had been drunk or doped up until that moment. A video camera was mounted in the upper corner of the room taking in everything. A small connecting room without a door contained a shower and toilet. He looked at the shower. 'Why Mandingo Gangbang Stephanie Cane Interracial Pickups Mandingo Pov Anne pulled onto her street in Stony Harbor tired from her drive from NYU. She had only been in college a month when she had gotten word that her parents were seperated. Her dad had just moved out and Anne had been embarrassed when her mom told her that her parents hadn't made love in seven months. Anne parked on the street out of habit, leaving a space for her father's car in the driveway beside her mother's. The grass needed mowing, it was something dad had taken care of. A group of black men had been mowing the local lawns all summer, maybe mom should hire them? Anne unlocked the door and walked in. "Mom," she yelled, but there was no answer. She walked into the living room, dropping her overnight bag on the couch. Something was banging in the laundry room. As she entered the kitchen, the sounds grew louder mingled with her mother's screams and moans of pleasure. Great, Anne sighed in relief, dad's home and mom's finally getting some and getting it good. The laundry door was open and Anne couldn't help, but peek around the corner. The first thing she saw was her mom's nude torso laying across the top of the washer. Her mom, Linda, had an expression on her face of pure ecstasy as she got a fucking the likes of which Anne had never experienced. Anne bent her head a little further feeling sick when she saw that it wasn't her dad fucking her mom. It was a giant bald-headed black man and the sight disgusted her, though he was quite handsome. 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"C is giving off pheromones, scents that trigger sensory impulses in other animals. Like the dominant wolf in a pack. All the other animals sensing when he's hungry, angry, ...aroused." "So we've set back evolution a million years," said Bill coming out of the bathroom. "In a way," said Slavisek. "Bill you were simply showing your subservience to a dominant male." He grinned as Bill ran back to the bathroom. "What if it had been me?" asked Susan. "Would I have done it too?" "Maybe, but it's my guess you would of mated with him." Susan gasped and turned to stare at the video. "I suggest we wear masks in there from now on." "A good precaution, but I think it was Bill's close proximity to the man's penis that triggered the reaction. Have you felt anything around him?" Susan blushed and nodded. "I find I get aroused whenever I'm in the room with him. His presence is incredibly....masculine. I've even been dreaming about him lately." "Fascinating," said Slavisek. "Disgusting," said Susan. no man should have this effect on a woman, let alone on my husband." "I think the pheromones will tone down a bit as his genes slow the regeneration process." "I've felt the same thing around B too," said Susan. Slavisek shuddered. B was their second test subject and the first to survive. The x-serum injected in him released too much steroids and testosterone, turning him grossly fat. His penis had grown to around eighteen Doin The Mandingo Stephanie Cane Interracial Pickups Darkwanderer other end of the parking lot pushing the Fosters before him. Five guards came out of the same door seconds later. Sam ran to help, but slipped in the snow. He looked up in time to see Bull charging the knot of guards. A shot rang out and Bull staggered clutching his stomach, before falling to the ground. Sam shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out the guards set of keys. The car key had the word jeep etched on it. He looked around and quickly spotted a cherokee. Sam ran for the truck, risking a glimpse at the guards. They were untying the Fosters. Bill Foster spotted Sam and raised his finger pointing at him. The guard turned and pulled his gun. Bull tackled the man seeming to come out of nowhere, moving with a speed seemingly impossible for all the weight he was carrying. The two disappeared down an embankment. Sam unlocked the truck just as the other guards opened fire. They had him pinned down and were advancing just when an explosion rocked the building throwing the guards into the snow drfts. Sam used the distraction to climb into the cherokee. He started the car, threw it in four wheel drive and spun out of the parking lot. The rear window shattering as a bullet hit it. He rolled down his window and used the billy club to wipe the snow off the windshield, he was driving blind, but sheer luck must have kept him on the road. A second explosion rocked the building and then a third. In addition to the lab, Sam had placed bombs in Slaviseks office, and a room filled with computers. He had turned off the water in the building to disable the sprinkler system. Hopefully, the fire would wipe out the Gilgamesh project or at least set them back about ten years. Sam shivered as the cold air pouring in the back window overwhelmed the trucks heater. He didn't have a jacket and would freeze to death if he didn't find shelter soon. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the guards wallet. It contained about thirty dollars, some credit cards, and a driver's license that said the man's name was Sol Rubenstien. Sam knew he wasn't in Los Angeles any more. He didn't know where he was, probably the mid-west judging by the landscape, but he did know he was free again and that was all that mattered.