<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/><br/>Stacy sounded upset or disappointed when Helena explained the rules governing vaginal release. She couldn't blame the woman, though, as the idea of such a thing was intoxicating, and no one likes having to wait. The woman's sigh was one of vexation. "<strong>I know the rules may sound onerous or a bit judicial, but you need to understand why they're in place. The board of directors made a rule before I arrived here that any sexual congress between staff and refugees is prohibited, and subject to punishment. That punishment could equal expulsion for both parties. Now, I can find work out there without having to worry about my rights. But, the Futanari in this refuge, they'd be risking their lives. So, in order to comply with the rules, I had to apply for an exemption to that rule. The board of directors may disagree with my methods, but not with the importance of my work. They agreed to allow me an exemption, but put some restraints in place. They wanted to make sure I wasn't doing this just to have a bit of casual sex.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena took a breath, shaking her head softly. "<strong>Now, I'm not one to say no to a little casual sex here and there. Adds a little spice to life, especially if it's forbidden. But, I cannot allow my libido to jeopardize my work in any way. They say forms need to be filled out and tests need to be taken, I'm fine with that.</strong>" Helena leaned forward and lowered her voice a little, making sure no one could overhear what she was about to say. "Tell you what, though. If you can prove yourself clean of any STIs, well... What I do in my personal life outside the lab is not subject to the same rules as inside the lab. Get tested. And if my initial fertility test shows you as sterile, I might even let you go bareback."<br/><br/>Stacy seemed almost like the stereotypical Futanari, with her constant talk of sex. Helena supposed it was inevitable, given the vastly increased libido that came with being a Futanari. Still, if the woman wasn't careful, she may end up in a compromising position and find herself out on the street. "<strong>I know the rules seem harsh, as restraining your natural inclination to fornicate must be incredibly difficult. But, the board of directors doesn't want it to look like they're running a brothel. The government is probably looking for reasons to shut this place down, and any hint of improper activity might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. Discretion is so very important here. The board knows that they can't stop the staff from sleeping with the refugees. But, they need to keep up appearances. I know it seems daunting or unnatural, but were I in your shoes, I'd be trying to reconcile my qualms and use the extractors for the time being. Keep a low profile and try to appear like a model refugee. Then, when the heat is off, I'd be more inclined to find dalliances that wouldn't jeopardize my chance at safety. But, that's me. I don't have the same raging libido, and it's easy for me to say these things.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena was happy to see Stacy sign the release form. She grabbed a Manila folder, wrote Stacy's name on the tab, then placed the form inside. Standing up, Helena gestured to Stacy, having her walk around the side of the desk to the door which led into the lab proper. "I know it seems like there's not much to do around here. But, you just arrived. We have many activities here depending on your interests. For example, I run a twice weekly game night for things like board games and tabletop RPGs. The medical student, Adrianne, gives archery lessons once a week. We have various arts and crafts lessons and seminars. Movie nights. And various other activities to try and help alleviate some of the idle boredom the staff knows that refugees like yourself labor under. I know it's not like the night life outside the compound, but we do have our limits. Now, come. We need to draw some blood first. Check your overall health. After that, we'll get that semen sample. Since it's your first sample, I'll be taking it myself.[/b]"<br/><br/>Helena started leading Stacy toward the lone exam room she maintained in her lab. It was a quiet room where blood draws and semen samples were provided, along with a bed. Not an exam bed, but an actual mattress and box spring. Helena preferred to be comfortable if she was taking the occasional sample via vaginal extraction. Stacy seemed somewhat embarrassed when she spoke, her voice giving away a shyness Helena wouldn't have expected. She waited until they were in the exam room, closing the door before she spoke. "<strong>Stacy, I understand what you're going through. Your entire world has been altered, and you have to basically start fresh in a new place. I've been there. I know how lonely it can be. So, yes, I can be your friend. In fact, why don't you join us tonight? It's one of two game nights tonight, and I've got a few games planned for anyone that shows up. We have a pretty regular group, and we'd love to have one more.</strong>" As she spoke, Helena was gathering the materials she'd need to draw some of Stacy's blood. She then dragged the stand over to a recliner along one of the walls which had been repurposed as their blood draw chair. "<strong>Come. Sit down and get comfortable. This will only hurt for a second. I've been told I'm very good at my needle sticks."</strong>