Linhart watched as Xenia slurped the st of his cum from his finger. Then she peered down at her unravelled top, as casually as if she was missing a button. She began to rewrap the sash, pulling it tightly first across her perky nipples.

  “Ahh,” Linhart sighed, forgetting his innocent boy act, “I could spend all day looking at your tits.”

  Looking back up at him, Xenia seemed to enjoy his comment. She smiled and pulled down the sash again, shaking her chest back and forth. The firm, bouncing motion sent a pleasant tingling through his body and Linhart felt his dick twitch to life again.

  “Young boys like you love a woman with big tits, right?” She said, raising her left nipple to her mouth and touching it to her tongue. She paused for a moment, her breasts cupped in her hands, and then started to talk in more serious tones.

  “I like you, Lionheart. You’re strong for a freshman, and you’ve got…” gncing down at his pants, “A lot of potential.”

  Linhart actually blushed. He had just had his first sexual encounter, with this drop-dead gorgeous woman who was the wet dream of every boy in school. She was still talking, but he didn’t actually hear a word she was saying while she fixed her hair, fixed her top, swung side to side a little more, and stuck a towel down her pants, mopping up the mess. Finally, her sweet sexy voice came back to him, and he could tell she was asking him a question.

  “...competition to become an elite Fighter is vicious. But I may help you make the cut…” Xenia paused and pulled him off the medical bed, holding his face inches from her own. “You do want to make the cut, don’t you?”

  He nodded dumbly. Her breath smelled like cinnamon.

  “Good!” Her face broke into a smile and she patted his face. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

  Linhart watched as she disappeared through a door adjacent to the passage exit. It looked like it led down to a lower level. He listened to the sound of her footsteps on the concrete steps grow distant and disappear. What was she up to now?

  Linhart looked down at the fighters who were fast asleep all around him. The healers had given the girls some sort of sleeping pills? Had they given medicine to Drystan as well? Far across the room, the fourth patient y in bed muttering something in a low voice. He had been raped? Does that equate to a girl getting raped in his own world? Probably not, since the boy is still the one to penetrate the girl… unless there was anal involved? Eww.

  He leaned over the smaller girl’s face and watched closely as her chest rose and fell with easy breaths. Her eyes were intense with eye liner, and her lips were red like a doll’s, her skin was as smooth and perfect as porcein. She was not well-endowed, but her tank top was fitted very loose, and when he angled his head just right he could see her delicate shapely tits rising and falling. He watched, mesmerized, for a minute, enjoying the thrill of this stolen sight. But then, growing restless, he looked all around, confirming that he was the only conscious person in the room.

  Reaching down, he pulled her tank top up to her neckline. She was a senior, older than him by two years, but her body looked like a little girl’s. His fingers grazed her perfect little mounds. Her dark little nipples hardened immediately under his touch. She must be very sensitive, despite the drugs’ effects. The sleeping girl’s ruby-red lips opened slightly and she let out a tiny sigh.

  Linhart’s tenuous grip on self-control broke. His mouth came down to meet her waiting lips. His first kiss ever. She didn’t respond at all. Linhart felt a wave of disappointment. Her lips were soft and luscious, but it was about as thrilling as kissing a dead fish. He kept at it anyway, moving his tongue around and pushing it between her parted teeth.

  The girl’s legs were spyed wide with her calves dangling over either side of the narrow bed. From this angle, the sleeping body looked too tempting to hold back. He had to explore it a bit more. Linhart ran his hand down her ft tummy and into her pants. His fingers slid past the estic of her panties over her pelvic bone and into her pussy. Ahhh… what a feeling! So moist and narrow! He had no idea what to do with his finger in there, but the girl seemed to be reacting. Her eyes stayed shut, but her mouth was moving against his and her tongue had come to life. Linhart leaned closer, embracing her…

  “What’s going on…?” Xenia had appeared at the door once more, a look of surprise on her face.

  Oh gods, the guilt of assaulting this sleeping woman hit him and he knew he was in trouble this time. He stepped back suddenly, the girl left squirming on the bed by herself.

  “Is that bitch awake?” Xenia rushed over with concern on her face and examined the patient. Her top was still pulled up, her nubile chest exposed. “Don’t worry, darling. It looks like she’s still out. The medicine should keep her out for an hour or two more.”

  She turned now towards him, and Linhart saw that she held a piece of flexigear that was rolled like a pair of socks. “Now, in honor of you becoming my top Fighter, let me give you something special.” Linhart eyed the device. Several electronic circuits and a dispy pad made its function obvious. It was an ID bracer.

  “Uh, what’s that you have there, Stratega?” Linhart asked cautiously.

  “This? It’s something that all freshmen receive in their second week of training here,” She smiled reassuringly, “I am going to be giving you yours early. Lay back down on the bed and roll up your left sleeve.”

  Linhart knew an ID bracer was harmless, though it was an invasive piece of equipment, it was very easy to install. What made him hesitate was the vibe she was giving off. This woman was so eager to plug him in, she was practically drooling.

  She circled around the table and took his hand in her strong, smooth grasp. She ran her hand up and down his forearm with delight, then she reached for the device and moved to slide it over his bunched up fingers. Linhart held up his other hand and stopped her. She looked at him questioningly.

  “Wait, before you start, can you tell me what this is for?”

  Her eyes shifted back and forth for a moment before she stiffly replied, “Of course. This is called an ID bracer. It’s installed on all students at the Academy for the duration of their studies here. Its primary purpose is to track a student’s progress and give them a ranking in the form of a Fighter score. Or Mage, Healer, Striker, Utility. It works for all csses. Now let’s get you strapped in.”

  As she spoke, she slowly started to roll the flexisuit sleeve over his hand like an over-sized condom with the end cut off, pushing his other hand aside easily. Linhart found that he couldn’t stop her physically without making a scene.

  “Uh, Xenia Stratega. Wait.” he pleaded, “I’ve seen an ID bracer before and it didn’t have all these receptors on it. This one has twice as many pins as the one I saw. Xenia, stop!”

  Her right hand was now on his chest, holding him firmly to the bed, while her left hand was nimbly shifting the ID bracer into the precise position required. She hesitated and looked at him. “What’s wrong, my Lionheart? Don’t you trust me?”

  “I trust you, but can you please tell me exactly what it does before you trigger the neural interface?” He was as calm as ever. Linhart did not feel fear. “If you do that for me, I'll trust you even more… then, I promise I'll wear it.”

  Xenia puffed out her cheeks in exasperation. Her eyes told him that she was not used to refusals. After a moment, she id down next to him, pushed close on the very narrow bed and took his arm in her hands. Linhart was aware that her leg was draped over his and her fabulous tits were pressed up against his side. It took all his will-power to maintain focus and follow as her finger traced the web of circuitry.

  “This here is the measure of your overall health and condition. It also tracks feelings of hunger, exhaustion, and urge to use the washroom.”

  “Gross.” His reaction was genuine.

  “It gets better,” Xenia smiled, a hint of perverted excitement creeping in. “On top of monitoring your status, your needs, your e- mo- tions...” she whispered the st word into his ear. “It tracks your danger level and location and sends it all… to me. So I can feel... you!” She finished with an erotic sigh, then looked into his eyes. Linhart was speechless.

  “So, you see my Lionheart, that with this ID bracer, I will know everything about you. I will watch over you and see your strength grow. I will help you to become an elite Fighter, and you will be my beautiful flower.” Her body rubbed up against his as her finger hovered over the device’s trigger. “So what do you say?”

  His eyes were locked on her beautiful face. She was beyond crazy. His brain was shouting a warning, but by now his dick was sticking straight up and he had started grinding it between her perfect thighs.

  “Fuck it, let’s do it!” he gasped, pulling her head in and pressed his mouth to hers. Ecstasy filled his brain for a solid minute as their lips wrestled for control. The next thing he knew, they were both gasping for breath and she gripped the bracer, pressing the trigger. He felt the pins engage deep into the flesh of his left wrist, and he passed out for just a moment as the sudden pulsing awareness of his body and his surroundings kicked in.

  He felt Xenia's body spasming on top of him. Then she fell off the bed.