With them went all that remained of Marcy's determination to remain calm and untouched by whatever happened. She started to tremble, all her fears and scruples rushing back. "This is most improper," she said. "I think it would be best if I left right now."

"Nonsense!" Villiers laughed. "Experimental animals know nothing of proper or improper. They exist only for scientific experimentation."

Marcy tried another tack, anything to postpone the inevitable. "That Kyle and Karla – are they your colleagues?"

"Ha!" Dirk Villiers' laugh was sharp and contemptuous. "They are brother and sister, subjects S-124 and S-125. They are of interest only because of their omni-sexuality. They have no potential as human beings, only specimens. As you will see, they are capable of conceiving lust for almost any person or object presented to them, including each other."

Marcy's eyes became saucers. "You mean…" she hardly dared breathe the word, "incest?"

Villiers shrugged. "It is one of their milder deviations, and of no concern to us at the moment. You will learn more about the Karlows later."

Calmly, and with no apparent emotion, he reached out and ripped off her blouse, yanked her bra loose, and tossed both to the floor. Skirt, garter belt, stockings, and panties followed. Then he stood considering her, his brooding eyes moving from the large, creamy breasts with the ripe cherry nipples, down to the narrow waist and flaring hips. The full-fleshed thighs held his gaze briefly, but it was the honey-colored triangle between them that obviously intrigued him most.

"Yes, X-999, you'll work out fine. I don't believe I've ever seen a lovelier example of your species. Most, especially of your advanced years, are ugly or flat-chested, or both. You are remarkable – truly remarkable."

"Species?" Marcy asked. "What species?"

"The class of female I refer to as Ravaged Virgin, my dear. It has enduring scientific and personal interest for me."