September 30, 1998, 8:45 PM, Eddie's Private Laboratory
The air thickened. The silence that followed his words was not empty, but a force field, charged with almost physical tension. Annette stared at him, her wide eyes reflecting the cold laboratory light, her breath a nearly imperceptible hiss.
Eddie moved.
It was not a step, but an explosion of controlled motion. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, his hand locking around her wrist, the other seizing the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pushed her back until her spine struck the cold concrete wall, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
"E-Eddie…" Her voice was a broken whisper, a mixture of shock and a fear that was not entirely unpleasant. She felt the hardness of his body pressed against hers, a strength she now recognized, one she now shared. Her heart, enhanced by the serum, pounded against her ribs like a war drum.
"You said you would give me compensation," he whispered, his mouth so close to her ear that his warm breath tickled her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "Anything. Remember?"
"But… I didn't mean—"
"Shhh." His lips brushed her earlobe. "No 'but.'"
His mouth crashed onto hers. It wasn't a kiss. It was an invasion. A ravenous assault that gave her no time to think, no room to resist. His tongue forced past her lips, invading her mouth with a dominance that stole her breath. For an instant, her body stiffened, one last instinctive attempt at rebellion. Then, a deep, ragged moan vibrated in her throat, and she yielded. Her arms, trapped a moment before between their bodies, moved to wrap around his neck, her fingers clutching at his back, feeling the muscles hard as steel beneath his shirt.
The kiss was wild, wet, flavored with coffee and desperation.
When they finally broke apart, a thin thread of saliva still connected them. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes clouded with a lust she hadn't felt in years.
Without a word, Eddie's hands moved, fast, efficient. Her lab coat slid to the floor, followed by her blouse, the buttons popping off under his controlled fury. He left her in only a black lace bra and a tight skirt. Her breasts, firm and full, pressed against the fabric, her nipples already rock hard.
With terrifying ease, he lifted her bodily and placed her on the cold steel table in the center of the lab. The cold metal against her bare skin wrung another involuntary moan from her. He positioned himself between her legs, ripping off her skirt and panties with one violent rip.
Now she was completely exposed to him. Vulnerable. And fucking turned on. A thick, wet heat seeped between her thighs, a betrayal of her body her mind could no longer deny.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice guttural. "Such a brilliant scientist. And such a repressed whore."
His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them roughly, his fingers teasing her nipples through the lace.
"Ahnn… Eddie…" she gasped, her head falling back on the cold table, her hips arching instinctively toward him.
His cock, already hard as a bar of iron, pressed against her wet entrance. There was no hesitation. There was no gentleness. With a single, powerful thrust, he invaded her to the hilt.
"FUCK!"
She screamed, a high, wild sound that was lost in the silence of the lab. She felt full, stretched, possessed. The initial pain was immediately swallowed by a wave of overwhelming pleasure.
He began to move.
His thrusts were brutal, deep, a pounding rhythm that shook her to the core. Pa! Pa! Pa! The obscene sound of their skin colliding echoed through the room, a visceral counterpoint to his moans and growls. Her nails dug into his muscular shoulders, hard enough to make a normal man bleed. But he wasn't a normal man. And neither was she.
"Harder…" she begged, her words broken, unrecognizable.
He obeyed, increasing the pace, fucking her with a fury bordering on hatred. Her pussy squeezed hers, hot and tight, milking him with every thrust. The sensation was too much. Her mind shattered. She saw white stars behind her closed eyelids.
"I'm… going to… CUM!" she screamed.
Her body arched in a tense arc, convulsed violently. Her orgasm was a blinding explosion that left her breathless. Her loss of control was the spark that ignited him too. With a final, deep thrust and a guttural cry, he poured himself inside her, a hot, thick discharge that filled her completely.
He collapsed on top of her, their bodies covered in sweat, panting. For a long moment, they remained like that, entwined on the cold table, his cum slowly dripping out of her, mixing with her own juices, staining the sterile surface.
Annette was still trembling, lost in the post-orgasmic haze, when she felt him move. He withdrew from her with a wet pop. She opened her eyes with difficulty.
He was looking at her, his eyes shining with insatiable lust. His cock was still hard, throbbing.
"Eddie?" she murmured, confused.
Without a word, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, forcing her onto her stomach on the table. His hands cupped her buttocks, pushing them apart, exposing her tight, virgin anus.
She understood instantly. A wave of panic and a new, perverse excitement coursed through her. "N-no… Eddie, wait…"
"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, his voice a mischievous hiss. "I put it in the right hole. Be patient. You'll like it."
She felt something cold and slippery against her skin. Lubricant. A clinical, almost cruel gesture. Then, she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her forbidden entrance.
"Ah! No… Eddie! This is the wrong place!" she protested, her voice high-pitched, desperate.
He ignored her protests. With a slow, inexorable thrust, he began to enter her. The pain was sharp, searing. She gritted her teeth, a muffled moan escaping her lips. But then, as he continued to thrust, inch by inch, the pain began to transform. It became a strange, intense fullness. A sensation she'd never felt before.
When he was fully inside her, he stopped, letting her adjust to the sensation. Then, he began to move.
And Annette Birkin began to scream. Not from pain. But from a pleasure so dark and overwhelming that it erased every other thought.