<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/49/53/fb49534b5470b112d46078395c703b70.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Helena DiNello</strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>- Genetics Lab<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>- Stacy<br/><hr/><br/>Helena nodded at Stacy's question, pleased that the woman appeared to be following what she'd said closely. "<strong>That's it, exactly. It's a mystery right now, and I want to find out why some Futanari have viable sperm cells and are able to reproduce, while others are sterile and can't. It could be that Futanari have some subtle dimorphic characteristics. If that's the case, then DNA testing would allow us to find the genetic code that causes the dimorphism, and we can test for that with every Futanari that joins the refuge. This way, management would be able to keep track of those fertile Futanari, and any unexplained pregnancies among staff.</strong>"<br/><br/>So far, it hadn't been much of an issue, but she knew that such unexplained pregnancies had occurred, and the DNA of the resultant children were being closely monitored by Helena. She had been able to locate the Futanari woman who'd "fathered" the child, and that woman had agreed to genetic testing herself, along with the mother. But, it happened, and the board of directors wanted an explanation.<br/><br/>"<strong>I know it sounds simple, just wanting blood and semen samples. But, you have to understand something important. Out there, outside the walls of this compound, there are scientists and geneticists who've just been given the green light to experiment on Futanari such as yourself without any limits. Futanari whose only 'crime' was that their genetic code carries a mutation that makes them different. It's not just simple experiments being carried out, either. Drug testing, genetic sequencing... These are nothing. There are labs that have tried to recruit me that are eagerly looking forward to the opportunity to dissect Futanari. To invasive, painful procedures all in the name of science, but without any of the compassion or care they'd give to anyone else. Futanari are seen as abominations by these scientists, freaks of nature. It's disturbing! In my lab, you're safe. In my lab, you don't have to worry about whether I'm going to inflict needless suffering. Because while I do care about the science, I also care about the people more. You're all human beings, for fuck's sake! And it's insulting that other scientists can't see that!</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena knew she needed to calm herself, as she risked scaring away her latest test subject. But the woman seemed so blasé about what Helena was asking, and she felt the need to put into context just how important it was that her subjects were comfortable and at ease with her tests. She doubted that Stacy would have such a laissez-faire attitude if if she'd been subjected to just one round of testing with a government scientist.<br/><br/>The woman seemed skeptical about the function of the extractors, as well. Which was common. Most newcomers to the refuge looked at the extractors with a healthy dose of suspicion. As if the machines were like to rip off their penis and leave them disfigured. "<strong>Strange as it may sound, those machines will become your best friends as time goes on. Have you ever had a moment where you felt like you wanted to pounce on a woman and have your way with her? Ever felt the urge to force yourself on someone? Ever lost control of your libido and had to masturbate in order to think clearly once more? How often do you think you can do that before your hand gets tired? I've had many Futanari in my lab who've admitted to intense feelings of arousal around me and my staff. And even after experiencing release, those feelings linger. The extractors are as much for your use as they are for our safety. Use them when you feel the need. It's not as bad as you're imagining. Or so I've been told.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena sighed internally as Stacy explained her preference for vaginal release. It was one of the reasons she tried not to explain it up front, but the woman had asked, and Helena couldn't lie. "<strong>Vaginal release is an option, yes. There are several things that need to be done before that option is available to you. First, you need to be tested for all manner of sexually transmitted infections. Our nurse practitioner, Nurse Ride, can test you for those. As can our medical student, Adrianne. Once those tests are returned clean, you then need to show dedication to my study. I won't just fuck someone for the sake of getting fucked. You need to show at least a two month period of adherence to the program. This means twice weekly blood draws and semen samples, as well as any medical history questions or written comments we need. Finally, special dispensation must be applied for in writing with the board of directors. We have a special form we use for that. Once all the parameters are met, you're allowed one session of vaginal release a week until it's proven that you're not a threat to our staff. There are many controls in place for our protection. And yours.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena pulled out a release form and passed it across the desk to Stacy. It was a standard release form, stating that any tissues drawn for the purpose of testing became the property of the refuge and the staff geneticist. "<strong>If you're still interested in participating in this study, please fill out this form. When you are done, let one of my staff know, and we'll bring you back for orientation, a blood draw, a semen sample, and to arrange compensation. If you have any other questions regarding this process, now is the time to ask.</strong>" Helena smiled at Stacy in a somewhat forced manner. She hoped the woman stayed, but knew she couldn't push. “<strong>One last thing. In this lab, my name is either Helena, or Professor DiNello. I am not a doctor, and do not yet have my PhD. I will only answer to Helena, Professor DiNello, or Professor.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena added that last bit for her own sanity. Many of the Futanari involved in her study had called her doctor, and she tried to explain each time how she wasn't. It was beginning to irk her, as she had been so close to her PhD before she'd left her university program to come to the refuge. And she wondered if any of her research would be enough to earn it. She'd burned a few bridges when she left.