Major Elaine Garcia stood before a transparent glass panel, exuding elegance in her custom-tailored dark-blue US Army Class A uniform. Her shapely legs, spread apart as wide as her A-line skirt allowed, were supported by a pair of high-gloss, patent-black stilettos. A pair of nude-colored fully-fashioned stockings encased her legs, with their seams lining her calves and connecting the triangular European heels to the stockings’ welt encircling her thighs. Her deliberately shortened skirt, custom-tailored to comply with the uniform dress code, barely concealed the tops of her stockings.

On the other side of the panel was Dr. Natasha Chu. Her peach satin blouse was left unbuttoned, exposing her barely-there breasts. Her thong-style chastity belt encircled her hips, its perforated shield guarding the entrance to her pleasure canal. Pressing her hands firmly against the glass panel, she was bending forward with her buttocks lifted high. They were exposed, vulnerable, and available for her gorgeous executive assistant, Anastasiya, to ravish. She was standing behind Natasha, vigorously penetrating her backdoor, the only opening the chastity belt left unguarded.

Elaine and Natasha locked eyes, exchanging looks of lust and jealousy. Natasha moaned and squealed with each thrust Ana delivered. Her pink glossy lips were parted wide, exposing her pierced tongue, as if prepared to give and receive oral pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as she savored the sensation of her backdoor being plundered, all while being watched by a high-ranking female officer of the US Army whom she had just met that day. Her writhing in pain and ecstasy sounded like delightful music to both Elaine and Ana's ears.

Elaine placed her hands on the glass panel, as if trying to touch Natasha's palms. Her ample breasts, confined within her tight uniform jacket, protested as she pressed her body against the glass. On the opposite side of the glass, Ana dug her nails around Natasha's chastity shield, teasing and tormenting the vagina locked behind it. She signaled Elaine to lift up her skirt, challenging her to show off her own chastity belt.

The intensity of the sexual scene unfolding behind the glass panel drove Elaine over the edge. Her crotch glistened with a blend of sweat and vaginal fluid. Her vagina longed for the touch of her own fingers. The steel shield that imprisoned her most intimate desires only intensified her craving. Her anal sphincter rhythmically clenched and released, tightening and loosening periodically, massaging the butt plug nestled deep within her.

Major Elaine Garcia found herself torn between the fiery depths of her desires and the unwavering call of her dignity. As a daring exhibitionist, the very idea of intentionally showcasing her chastity belt in a public setting sent a surge of exhilaration through her veins. The thought of committing acts of indecent exposure and lewdness, fully embracing the forbidden allure of exhibitionism, ignited a primal fire within her. Yet, she couldn't ignore the potential consequences such actions would have on her military career, jeopardizing the very foundation of her esteemed position.

Anastasiya could sense the thoughts running through Elaine's mind. With a subtle signal, she conveyed that they were alone, and Natasha confirmed it with a few nods. Succumbing to the intoxicating allure of exhibitionism, Elaine hesitantly lifted her skirt, revealing a glimpse of her fully-fashioned stockings' welt. The delicate clasps of her garter, the only thing preventing the non-elastic stockings from cascading down her smooth legs, became visible.

As the skirt ascended further, the smooth skin of her upper thighs was revealed, inviting with a seductive allure. Slowly, teasingly, the secondary crotch shield of her chastity belt peeked out from beneath the hemline. She turned around, provocatively bending forward, deliberately showcasing her buttplug for Ana’s and Natasha’s viewing pleasure. This jewel of pleasure had been nestled deep inside her, faithfully accompanying her throughout her first day at Protium Research Park, for a blissful eleven hours. With a sway of her hips, she completed her rotation, pulling the skirt's hemline all the way up to her waist, revealing her chastity belt in all its glory. Ana and Natasha stood in awe, captivated by the sight of a uniformed military officer, whose womanhood was securely locked away behind the gleaming steel of a chastity belt.

Elaine folded the hem of her skirt at her waist to prevent it from rolling back down. With her legs finally free from the constriction of the A-line skirt, she spread them wider apart, striking a more provocative pose. Her action created a small gap between the chastity shield and her eager, craving vagina, enough for her fingers to slip under. After a long day, she finally succumbed to temptation and hesitated no longer, finally indulging her labia and clitoris with the attention they so desperately needed. As her eyes closed, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips, a daring act that risked her esteemed career in exchange for those fleeting moments of exhibitionistic bliss.

Major Elaine Garcia's Class A uniform was form-fitting, tailored to accentuate her curves, severely sacrificing comfort and mobility. However, Elaine found pleasure in the uniform's tightness, a form of self-bondage that trapped her body in captivity. As she succumbed to her carnal desires, her rational mind was twisted by the intensity of her lust. In that moment, she no longer feared the consequences of her actions. She instead yearned for the thrill of being observed by an audience with her skirt raised, her fingers indulging in self-pleasure, defying the purpose of the chastity belt. While it limited Elaine's ability to penetrate herself, a gentle caress on her labia was all her body desired. Her vaginal secretions began to trickle from behind the metal shield, tracing along her smooth thigh, moistening the welt of her fully-fashioned stockings.

Elaine's hands, filled with desire and a newfound sense of daring, eagerly moved to caress her breasts. She relished in the weight and sensitivity of her ample bosom, heightened by the layers of fabric that had kept them concealed all day, projecting a demure appearance. Her fingertips traced over the faint outline of her pierced nipples, hidden beneath the uniform's fabric, igniting a small spark of pleasure that turned into an intense desire for relief. Elaine couldn't resist the temptation any longer and began to undress herself, slowly and sensually removing each article of clothing, as she knew well that her audience had been enjoying her show.

One by one, she undid each of the four golden buttons on her jacket, adorned with the prestigious insignia of the US Army. As they gave way, the tight hold the jacket had on Elaine's upper body was finally weakened, exposing the neatly tucked pristine white regulation blouse. Her fingertips then ventured to unclasp the neck tab, a deceptively beautiful accessory, that had kept her blouse collar locked in place throughout the day. The neck tab gracefully fell to the floor, taking with it the image of the prudish and modest officer that the uniform projected onto her. Freed from the confines of the neck tab, she proceeded to unbutton the top button of her blouse, loosening the stiff collar that had been constricting her neck. As her collar gradually relaxed its grip on her slender neck, she relished in the sensation of the afternoon air, cooling her sweating chest. She continued to unbutton the next two buttons of her blouse, revealing the enticing cleavage shaped by the supportive embrace of her shelf bra.

The delicate lace of the shelf bra, intricately designed to be arousing and sensually inviting, tempted Elaine to caress her own body. She slipped her hand through the gap left open by her partially unbuttoned blouse, finally able to feel her skin that had been covered by the Army Blues uniform all day. The delicate lace of her shelf bra greeted her touch, teasing and arousing her senses. She caressed herself, savoring the sensation, as her fingertips grazed over her pierced nipples.

Her delicate moan traveled through the air, reaching the ears of Dr. Natasha Chu and Anastasiya on the other side of the glass. It was a gentle, yet distinctly alluring sound, an expression of pleasure that echoed with an intoxicating allure. Natasha's eyes, filled with a captivating blend of pain, fascination, and insatiable desire, remained unwavering as they fixated upon Major Elaine Garcia. In that mesmerizing moment, Natasha became a witness to a uniformed female military officer indulging in an act of self-pleasure, a seductive dance of self-indulgence and undeniable arousal. With one hand concealed behind the fabric of her blouse, Elaine's touch teased and caressed her own body, while her other hand skillfully stimulated the hidden treasure between her legs, trapped within the confines of a chastity belt.

Every subtle movement, every delicate sigh, and every shift of Elaine's body became an intoxicatingly erotic dance that ensnared Natasha's every sense. The intensity of the moment dulled the ache in Natasha's buttocks, even in the midst of the escalating, relentless rhythm of her executive assistant's plundering of her backdoor. The discomfort became a mere whisper, almost inconsequential, as the captivating sight before her consumed her attention and heightened her own insatiable arousal. Each moan that escaped Elaine's luscious lips, every flutter of her long, dark eyelashes, pushed Natasha closer and closer to the edge.

In a passionate race towards their climaxes, Dr. Natasha Chu reached her orgasm first, releasing a loud and erotic squeal. Exhausted from the intense pleasure, she finally lowered her head, panting heavily. Major Elaine Garcia, overcome with desire, experienced her own release shortly after. The erotic stimulation caused her to ejaculate, with her fluid dripping through the small openings on her secondary chastity shield, leaving damp spots on the concrete beneath her. Weak from pleasure, Elaine leaned against the glass panel for support, her trembling thighs unable to carry her weight. Meanwhile, Anastasiya was still engaging in anal intercourse with her boss, albeit at a slower pace. She activated an on-screen display on the glass, turning the glass opaque and separating Elaine from Natasha and herself.

Home At Last

Elaine stood in front of the full-length mirror in her hotel room, feeling the lingering excitement from the events of the day. As she unbuttoned her dark blue jacket, she fondly remembered the exhilarating pleasure she had felt earlier - her first public masturbation in the presence of two captivating women she had just met, while they engaged in anal intercourse.

With her jacket undone, Elaine's hands moved down to the buttons of her blouse. She slowly unbuttoned them one by one, revealing the lace of her bra and the soft curve of her breasts. As she slipped out of her blouse and skirt, Elaine's eyes met her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was flushed with arousal, her nipples hard and sensitive. She traced a hand down her body, feeling the smooth fabric of her stockings against her skin. Her fingers trailed down to the steel chastity belt, sensing how wet she was.

Elaine felt an irresistible temptation to unlock the chastity belt, a stainless steel contraption that had been a welcome addition to her body for the past two years. As a self-keyholder, the belt symbolized her safety zone and self-imposed captivity. Every intimate moment, from her arousal to her orgasms and sexual frustrations, she intimately shared with the belt. It held her in an unyielding grip, simultaneously frustrating and liberating her. Unlocking the belt, as she had regretfully done in the past, would immediately extinguish the yearning that was still burning within her, leaving her feeling empty and devoid of the belt’s confining embrace. It was a paradox, she mused, that denying her own desires was the key to unlocking her most intense arousal. With a firm resolve, Elaine resisted the temptation to unlock herself and instead surrendered to the intoxicating allure of her insatiable desires within the belt's rigid and unyielding frame.

In an attempt to calm herself down, Elaine soaked herself with a warm shower. The droplets of water cascaded down her body, cleansing away the remnants of the day's thrilling escapades. As the steam enveloped her, she relished in the sensation of the warm water against her flushed skin.

Once she felt refreshed, she took the time to carefully prepare a brand new regulation blouse for the following day. With a strong motivation to always present herself impeccably, she took out an iron and gently pressed her uniform jacket and skirt, ensuring that every visible crease was completely eliminated.

As darkness descended, Elaine succumbed to the allure of her desires, replaying the sexual encounters that had happened earlier. Her right hand cupped her breasts, teasing her pierced nipples, while her left hand ventured under the confining steel of her chastity belt. Her fingers yearned to explore the flesh that had been denied for far too long. With each stroke, she felt the electric pulses of pleasure reverberating through her sensitive areolas and labia, building towards an inevitable climax. As her body quivered in ecstasy, a heartfelt moan of satisfaction escaped her lips, a sweet symphony of pleasure that echoed in the confines of her room. Filled with a sense of fulfillment, Elaine surrendered herself to the embrace of sleep, eagerly anticipating her second day at Protium Research with Natasha and Anastasiya.

The Briefing

"The cylinder contains an inactivated catalyst. Activating the catalyst requires a precise combination of temperature, humidity, pH level, and the presence of specific enzymes. Adding to the challenge, these parameters need to cycle periodically. The activation process cannot proceed if we keep these parameters constant. This is why engineering the activation machinery is so difficult.”

Major Elaine Garcia, resplendent in her exquisitely tailored Class A Uniform, was enchanted by Dr. Natasha Chu's morning briefing. Her gaze fluttered between the glimmering of Natasha's tongue piercing, nestled behind her luscious, glossy pink lips, and the alluring sight of her nipples, teasingly evident beneath the satin embrace of her pristine white blouse. The anechoic chamber in Energy Catalyst Division’s fourth floor heightened the seductive allure of Natasha's voice, enchanting Elaine's senses in a suggestive, impure thoughts.

“However, our team in Bio-Molecular lab figured out that we don’t need expensive machinery when there are at least half a billion individuals on Planet Earth capable of providing almost-perfect conditions for this activation process. Care to take a guess who those candidates are, Miss Elaine?”, Natasha asked softly while taking a seat on the desk sideways facing Elaine.

Elaine stared blankly at Natasha, still unsure what the Doctor was talking about. She pressed a button on her remote control and the presentation slide advanced to display a colorful chart.

“The lines in this chart track the oscillating levels of temperature, humidity, pH level, and concentration of glycoproteins over a period of fourteen days”, Natasha continued.

She pressed her remote again and said, "And this overlay tracks the catalyst activation level over the same period. This is the typical scenario based on our limited trials. So far, the successful activation period ranges between eleven to twenty-three days. Does it give you a hint on who the half-billion candidates are, Miss Elaine?”

Elaine shook her head, still clueless.

“Miss Elaine, there are close to eight billion people on Earth. Eliminating the underage and geriatrics slashed that number down to four billion. Tightening the age gap to twenty-one to forty-year-old individuals brings us to 2.5 billion. We can safely assume there’s an even split of sexes - we arrive at 1.25 billion…”

Elaine replied in shock, “Women?”

Natasha nodded and continued, “Assuming half of those are healthy and, most importantly, sexually active, half billion is a pretty conservative figure”.

Elaine was still in disbelief at what she just heard.

“That’s correct, Miss Elaine. This Catalyst significantly lowers the temperature and pressure needed to achieve sustainable artificial nuclear fusion. And we, women, are the most important link in achieving independence from fossil fuels.”

“H… How?”, Elaine stammered.

Natasha gracefully rose from the desk. She spread her legs and hiked up her flared skirt, exposing her chastity belt to Elaine's eager gaze. "May I?" Natasha purred, her voice dripping with desire, as she extended her hand to guide Elaine's. Elaine's heart raced with anticipation as she nodded, granting her consent.

With a gentle touch, Natasha pulled Elaine's hand and guided it inside her chastity belt. Elaine's fingertips felt the phallic object nestled deep within Natasha's intimate canal. "Can you feel it, Miss Elaine? The phallic object extends deep into my vaginal depths. The longer and the more aroused I am, the faster the catalyst activates."

Elaine used her index and middle fingers to feel the vaginal dildo, moving it up and down along the chastity shield as far as Natasha's anatomy allowed. "Feel free to explore, you have my full consent," Natasha said alluringly, visibly becoming aroused as her breath grew shorter and faster.

Elaine sensually positioned herself behind Natasha, their bodies pressing together in a passionate embrace. With a mixture of desire and curiosity burning within her, Elaine explored the depths of Natasha's chastity belt. Her fingers slipped inside Natasha’s vaginal canal, encountering a modestly-sized dildo, snugly nestled deep inside. As Elaine's fingers moved in a rhythmic motion, Natasha's soft moans filled the air, as her labia were caressed and stimulated. Meanwhile, Elaine's other hand eagerly cupped Natasha's breast, the satin material of her blouse providing a luxurious sensation against Elaine's fingertips. With no bra to hinder their connection, Elaine indulged in the pleasure of playing with Natasha's sensitive nipples, heightening their shared arousal.

Elaine savored the exquisite contrast of Natasha's outfit, the smooth caress of the silky materials, against her own military uniform's coarse fabric. The sound of their fabrics rubbing together sent shivers of pleasure down her spine and intensified her sexual appetite. Her nipple piercings tingled with delightful sensation as she pressed her chest firmly against Natasha's back.

Natasha delicately tilted her head back, resting it on Elaine's shoulder, fully surrendering to her embrace. With closed eyes, she reveled in the pleasure, her lips parting as she emitted soft, breathy sighs and moans. The buildup of her arousal was evident in her visibly distraught state as she mustered the courage to speak. "May I... touch you?" she stammered, her voice filled with longing and desire.

A smile graced Elaine's lips as she whispered in Natasha's ear, her words dripping with arousal, "By all means, Miss Natasha. I am yours to explore.”

Natasha's hands glided behind Elaine, feeling the thick, coarse fabric of the military-issue skirt. Her hands slipped under the skirt, feeling the non-elastic, silky fabric of Elaine's fully fashioned stockings. Guided by the garter straps, Natasha's fingers ventured higher, tracing the smoothness of Elaine's bare thighs. A knowing smile danced upon Natasha's lips as she discovered Elaine's chastity belt. With deliberate intent, she began to caress the dome shield, savoring the knowledge that Elaine was denied the pleasure of sensation.

Meanwhile, Elaine felt jealous that Natasha's vagina was being stimulated by her fingers and a dildo. Her own vagina craved attention, yet Natasha purposely teased her by not touching the skin surrounding the shield. Elaine groaned, her hips involuntarily thrusting forward multiple times, desperately wishing Natasha would just give her the touch she desired.

Filled with a mix of frustration and desire, Elaine forcefully pushed Natasha down onto the table. Elaine then pulled up Natasha’s flared skirt, revealing her luscious curves imprisoned by a chastity belt. With anticipation hanging in the air, Natasha pressed her hands against the desk, raising her butt, offering her most intimate treasures as an enticing display of vulnerability. The wide smile on her face spoke volumes, a silent provocation for Elaine to make the move. Elaine, fully aware of the sensual power play at play, couldn't help but be captivated by Natasha's audacity. With a seductive motion of her hips, Coupled with the wide smile that never left her face, Natasha further stoked the flames of desire within Elaine. Natasha sent a clear message: she was sexually available for Elaine to ravish.

Elaine's eyes gleamed with desire as she took in the sight of another woman wearing a chastity belt. Her hands delivered a firm slap to Natasha's cheeks, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. With a seductive smile, Elaine ran her nails along the curve of Natasha's butt cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing the anal opening that the chastity belt framed beautifully. Natasha's body responded eagerly, her anal sphincter dilating in anticipation of the backdoor penetration, reminiscent of the encounters she had with her executive assistant, Anastasiya.

Elaine, however, had her own plans. Ignoring Natasha's invitation, she leaned in and sensually licked the smooth skin of Natasha's upper thighs and the rounded contours of her butt cheeks. The taste of Natasha's desire lingered on her lips as she kept on teasing, savoring the power she held over her. She knew her revenge was successful as Natasha's impatience grew, evidenced in her hips buckling in a desperate plea for a penetration.

Natasha's fingers instinctively gravitated towards the cylindrical, dildo-like object that she used to demonstrate The Catalyst device earlier. As she attempted to insert it in her anus, Elaine swiftly intervened. With a firm slap to Natasha's hand, she seized the dildo, establishing her dominance. "I am the one in control, not you," Elaine whispered mercilessly, asserting her authority. The intensity of her words sent an electric wave of arousal through Natasha's body, leaving her breathless yet yearning for more.

Elaine used the dildo to sensually tease against Natasha's confining chastity belt and any exposed, quivering flesh, purposefully denying the one unobstructed hole Natasha craved to fill. She reveled in the power she held over Natasha, relishing every moment of the torment she inflicted. Finally, after an agonizing wait, Elaine positioned the metallic dildo by Natasha's parted lips. Knowing that her anus required lubrication for her to fully savor the pleasure of anal penetration, Natasha eagerly swallowed the dildo whole, licking it and drenching it with her saliva. Elaine delighted in obliging, skillfully guiding the dildo with her hand, gliding it in and out of Natasha's craving mouth.

Elaine pulled the dildo from Natasha's parted lips, releasing a gentle popping sound. She positioned the tip of the dildo in front of Natasha's eager backdoor, teasing her with its presence. As she began to insert the dildo, inch by inch, Natasha's squeals of pleasure filled the room. Each thrust brought a delicious mix of pain and ecstasy, causing Natasha's body to writhe with delight. She timed her hips' movement to welcome the intruder inside her orifice, amplifying the sensations that coursed through her. The sensation of having two dildos inside her anus and vagina sent waves of pleasure rippling through her as they massage her rectovaginal septum. Elaine, attuned to Natasha's every response, could feel the wetness dripping from Natasha's shield as she increased the thrusting frequency.

Just before Natasha lost consciousness as she entered trance, she whispered to Elaine, “Would Miss Elaine like to try The Catalyst inside her chastity belt?”