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Alternate Timeline: The Cumming of Siphon	By : TheChemist Category: 1 through F > Arrow Views: 9913 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Alternate Timeline: The Cumming of Siphon - CH.5 - A Board Meetings Trajectory Part 2/3
Show: Arrowverse
Author: The Chemist & Jak O’Hara
Pairing: Eliza Harmon/Barry Allen/Hunter Zolomon
Codes: MMF, Anal, DP, Oral, Rim
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don’t own or have anything to do with Arrow or the
rest of the Arrowverse or its characters, especially Barry Allen, Eliza Harmon, Hunter Zolomon, Helena Bertenelli, Damien Darkh, Maxwell Lord, Oliver Queen and Isabel Rochev
Summary: The fabled day of fate has finally arrived, well, fate maybe in the sense that all 10 members of Queen Consolidated's Board of Directors have gathered together for the meeting of a lifetime, and for Doctors Barry Allen, Eliza Harmon & Hunter Zolomon, that statement may turn out to be all too prominent after the initial graphic testing fails to impress the men of power, they attempt a bold new means of entertainment that brings the words, ‘Presentation is Everything’ to a whole new level…

"Out of my way please, move aside please, excuse me, pardon me, terribly sorry," shouted a hurried Barry Allen, pushing his way past the other uniformed employees as he rushed in through the large glass doors and into Queen Consolidated's main lobby. He came inside out of the light morning blanket of snow surrounding the building and felt a warm gush of climate-controlled air across his skin with chilly vigour, he cut across the foyer in bounding strides.
A corny, almost comical look of self-inflicted terror accompanied the young scientist as his pace rapidly quickened, stumbling and tripping as he went. His bag dangled over his shoulder from its strap as his 'Super S' shot of espresso sloshed and swirled around in its paper cup, nearly spilling over the Jitters logo on the sides as he sprinted for the closest shortcut to his lab.
Barry, now glancing at his watch, could now read the time quite clearly, dressed in his white lab coat, red undershirt, black jeans, and white sneakers with trademark black rim glasses resting on his nose.
The time read:

* * *
8:46 am – 14 minutes until presentation.
* * *

Visibly anxious, sweat began to trickle down his forehead. Thankfully, he recognized a side door that could save him time on the way to the lab. He'd just need to cut through Dr Marcus' botany expanse and then take the adjacent staircase up to the…
He patted his pockets, "Ah, Shit!" He swore under his breath. In his frantic rush to get here, he had forgotten the security passcard that would allow him to access the building's higher floors. Thinking quickly, he changed course and headed back through the emerald lobby toward the elevator off to the side of the steps. The stiff gaze of the brunette receptionist watched him run from one side of the space to the other, but chose to say nothing at all.
Late arrivals were not something Dr Allen was typically accustomed to. He had always considered himself a punctual man in the past, and today was such an important day too, for both him and his colleagues.
Today was the day he'd finally reveal the fruits of his labour to the many principal investors and Queen Consolidated board of directors. It was the day he would change the world.
Although he still could not conceive why Isabel Rochev had bumped the meeting up an hour, he still nevertheless remained determined to get there as soon as possible, he had to brief his team on the so-called 'changes' he and his new 'assistant' had made to the formula before they began, and the clock was ticking down.
But then again, how could one possibly prepare for such a spin of cosmic destiny as the kind he had faced last night? How many other individuals in the history of eternity could say that they'd received a similar inconceivably impossible visit from a potential future version of a descendant who doesn't even exist in this timestream? Whom had both proved and crossed the heat death of the old universe brought on by a nigh-omnipotent god-like being to extinguish all life through a wave of theoretical antimatter energy by escaping the conceivable laws of physics inside of an extra-dimensional field of negative energy that eats away positive tachyons and used it to escape the erasure of everything and everyone they'd ever known, ultimately trekked through time and space enough that the vibrational barrier between earth's was breached in a desperate attempt to stop said cataclysmic event, only to find themselves stranded in a world, unlike the one they left and approached the only person who could help them return to the reality from whence they came?
Oh yeah, just 1 other being in existence, and rather than grasping the scientific astonishment that this inconceivable phenomenon held, that person ended up dragging you down into your pitiful primal human instincts through a four-way of sexual impossibilities for untold hours of relished fulfilled desires and multiple mind-blowing intercourse which apparently, occurred without either of them really realizing just how many countless times these future descendants reset events under their newly freed volition?
On top of that mouthful. When you follow up the immensity of that event with the proceeding fact that you also got engaged after such a significant development and your descendant utilised her meta-human speed powers in order to transcend the laws of reality again and bring a past version of herself to the future in order to engage in some ludicrous double whammy fun taking the phrase 'two birds, one stone' to an entirely new meaning, then maybe, just maybe you could begin to piece together the psychological puzzle that he was experiencing now, but you wanna talk about impossibilities? You try finding another soul, living or erased, who could comprehend all of that, much less related to it in any way.
Then again, were it not for his sensually seductive variant speedster daughter from the lost future of another earth's mind-bending physical abilities that brought him here in the span it takes a normal human to blink, it would have been quite impossible to have made it on time as he was now. So I guess...he has that to be thankful for? Right?
"Hold the elevator!" He shouted and bolted forward, adrenaline serving like a raging current in his veins as he attempted to catch it at the last second.
'How could I have let this happen,' he thought, furious at himself for not thinking to put the right pass in his pocket when he left this morning. 'Damn it, how could I have been so foolish as not to set some kind've alarm?' he thought, running a hand through the top of his black hair to keep it in shape as he spun on the spot and around to the elevat-
[THUMP!]
He crashed to the ground after bumping into some previously unseen person, a woman by the looks of it as his bag launched off his shoulder and broke open in a snowstorm of white pages that blew and feathered out rapidly from the place he once was. Coiling on the ground from this new abrupt pain all over his body, Barry suddenly felt 2 huge hands grasp the scruff of his coat and yank him to his feet with such force that it nearly broke his neck there and then.
The man's face was so close that his breath fogged Barry's glasses, it stunk of raw alcohol and three-day-old cigarettes as he shouted right into the scientist's face.
"Hey! Watch where you're going you fucking Stronzo! Fottuto pencil neck!" The voice came out with frightening rage. The words were definitely not from a man of wealth and prestige, but Barry thought he detected some kind of Tuscan, no, no an Italian accent emanating from behind the stench.
Suddenly in what he could only assume was the woman's voice calling for the behemoth to stand down, he fell free of the man's grip.
Her voice came across as exquisite as it did soft, something inaudible, and yet drew you in with more tinge, sweet undertones than any stranger could.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry about that, I should have been more aware, please forgive my incompetent companion here." Looking over he saw she was being helped up by another man in a similarly fine fitting suit. She moved her hand to her lip and began touching them with tender delicacy to feel if there was any blood.
"No! No, please accept my most humble apologies! I'm just in such an unorganised rush today, and I'm running late and..." He paused...he looked at the woman, specifically under her right eye. It was covered pretty well behind a thick layer of makeup, but it was clear, there was a sickly yellow bruise beneath that, faintly swollen and red. He thought that was rather odd for a woman of her prominent stature.
"Oh no your papers," her voice derailed his train of thought like bent tracks off a bridge.
"Hm? I beg your pardon?" He said, confused as his eyes darted all over her fine body.
"Your papers have flown everywhere, i tuoi documenti?" She said with a smile through her dark cherry lipstick, her pronunciation was perfect.
"Oh! Right! Yes, don't worry I-" He stuttered a little but was stopped in his tracks when she snapped her fingers twice in quick succession, "Marco, Alessandro, Pulisci questo, ora," her eyes held an icy grip of a woman of commanding authority.
Instantly, the two towering dead faced men began collecting the papers one by one and handed them back to him.
"Th-thank you," he said, heartily impressed with her demeanour, her staggering confidence, her incredibly toned body, her-
"Sorry about that, these ignoramuses have a tendency to jump in whenever they're not needed," she said and ran her hand down the front of her dress, straightening it up. Her chosen attire curved an eggplant purple all around her in a fashion that could only be described as 'brilliantly elegant', a true mid-thigh marvel that left very little to the imagination.
One of the guards, it seemed, had already alleviated her of her tan fur coat long before he came around the corner and held it folded over his arm. Her black leather boots clapped on the marble floor as she made her way over to the elevator, fingering the button that hailed the vertical room's coming of convenience.
"Oh that's quite alright," he said, voice instantly attracting a few nearby stares.
"Are you going up?" she said with crisp Italian vocals, looking back at him over her shoulder as the elevator dinged its arrival noise.
"Uh, yes actually," he said stupefied, slowly making his way over to the doors more out of a stirring new curiosity than anything else.
"Really?" She suddenly sounded quite seductive in a rather flirtatious, inviting way, her eyes ran down his muscled body, stopping suspiciously long around his groin area before haunting back up to his eyes. "Not down?"
Barry drew in a quick breath, "Em, not right now, but later maybe."
That hung in the air between them for a fast second before she smiled a fraction.
"Ah, meraviglioso, then please, allow me to offer you a 'ride up?" her eyes fluttered a fraction, as if she was sending him a private invitation.
Barry gulped as her obvious innuendo hung in the air like a lingering, sensual summer breeze that left a flurry of butterflies in his stomach. At this, she laughed aloud and the doors opened.
"Le prometto, Mr Allen, I am far better company than these two in a lift." She nodded to the two burly men that stood behind him, blocking his escape route, heh, not that he had anywhere to go even if he wanted to.
'Wait what? How does she know my name?'
He rechecked his watch.

* * *
8:49 am – 11 minutes until presentation.
* * *

'Shit, no time to inquire how.'
"Ah, yes please, uh, lead the way," Barry's voice resonated in nervous jitters as they stepped foot in the elevator, both he and the woman turned around just in time to see the other men try to enter the compartment but were halted by a slamming of the elevator doors in their faces once the metal box began to rise.
The woman let out a deflated sigh and drew in a new breath. "Utter morons the both of them," she said in a contemptuously callous voice, sending a shiver up Barry's spine.
"Which floor?" She asked the brown-haired man, giving a glance back at him.
"Uh, n-nineteenth?" he stammered, still trying to catch his breath and control the tremor coursing through his hands.
"I see," said the woman, turning back to face the doors and pressing a button. "Well, then let's go," she released her finger off the metal circle 'close doors' button and turned to the white-coated gentleman beside her.
Behind them, the clear glass wall of the elevator began to ascend with rapid haste, visible high-rises and midtown skyscraper windows racing by as they accelerated to their common target floor.
"So Mr Allen, what exactly draws you here today? You seemed in quite the rush back there." The last word was expressed with a thin veil of mockery as if she knew something he didn't.
The white-coated man just offered a firm nod in reply. "Yes, I suppose so. It's been a...wait, hold on a second, how do you know my name?"
She gave a thin smile that leeched into a chuckle, it seemed to last a second or two too long, when unexpectedly, she tapped her left breast a couple of times so that Barry would be forced to take a gander.
He realised what she was getting at a second before her lips curled up again to speak.
"Your nametag," she finished playfully with a small brush of her hair out of her face.
"Oh right, ha, sorry," jested Barry, unable to exactly say why he had used such an abrupt means of questioning, maybe it was the confinement of just the two of them in the elevator, but he felt suddenly compelled to explain his reasoning for his rather brash query, and hopefully, elaborate why he was so on edge.
But before he could do so, the elevator shook a little, knocking her over a bit and into his arms. Catching her on the way down, a worried look spread over her face.
"Ah, Ma'am! Are you alright?" He called out to her, bringing her upright and back to a standing position.
"Oh my, how chivalrous of you Mr Allen," she replied with an air of teasing glint in her eyes as she stared up towards him.
He suddenly realised his hands were holding her breasts, a firm B-Cup in each groper at least he supposed; seems cupping between Nora, Mia & Patty in the last night had afforded him some affinity on the subject of bust to bra measurement. Of course, it didn't help that this woman wasn't wearing a bra to make a base assumption off of accurately. However, even still, holding her up in his arms as he was he immediately straightened her up back to her feet, still cupping them in each hand.
"Not a fan of letting go, I see?" She said before either of them knew what was happening, her ass began gently swaying and rubbing against his crotch as if it had a mind of its own, the couple of seconds it took for his member to pulse to life, in a quiet and soft sensation, sharp breaths were shared by the two occupants of this lone elevator.
"I...Uh..." He tried but found himself incapable to reply at this point, unable to do much more than stare mindlessly at her. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, the smell of her perfume wafting up into his nostrils, and her heavy breathing was coupled with a deep throaty exhale of exhilaration.
"Well...Mr Allen," she struggled through her boisterous gasps and what Barry could only assume to be short breaths, "What are you waiting for?" She raised an eyebrow at him in the reflective wall mirror beside them. Looking at himself now, he found that the excited look on her face in the reflection was all he needed to take charge. Grabbing her by the hips he pulled her tight against him, and her ragged breaths soared again, this time they were exhaled from a place of passion and lust.
"Oh, my, goodness..." She let out a hot breath on his face, feeling his erection through his pants and looked up at him again.
He was ready, at that moment he would have given anything to lift her up into the air and ram her down onto his throbbing shaft, to take her back to his office desk and plough her over his latest findings, to ravish her in any and every way she could have ever wanted...But in the following moment, his mind drifted back to thoughts of Nora...his new little Nora, and Patty...the love of his life...and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, not like this anyway. Not with so much left unresolved. He let out a deep sigh as his eyes looked up to watch the counter tick up the flights of floors.
"No," he said sternly, breaking eye contact and pulling away from her, not bothering to conceal the disappointment that flittered across his face.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I have things to do."
Her previous advancement stopped dead in its tracks, looking at him from across the small space with a look plastered on her face that said it all, rejection was a bad taste she had never encountered before.
"Wha-what? You're turning all of questa down?" She gestured to her torturously perfect body.
"Unfortunately yes, I have to, I have a meeting scheduled in a few minutes and I just don't have the time to indulge myself with such a divine specimen like you today, sorry." He answered quickly, watching the look of flattery wash over her face like warm water from a tap.
"Well," she said, trying to hang on to some kind of feeling of attraction between them, "Another time perhaps."
"Believe me, 2 days ago had you asked me that, I would have dropped every to ravish you." He said with surprising confidence.
"Is that so?" she said.
"But as things are now...well, can't do it," He stated quietly.
"Well she truly must be something special," she smiled her angelic smile.
“I beg your pardon?” he said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
“The ring on your hand?” She said with a playful wink.
"Oh! Right of course," he held up his hand. "Popped the question last night."
"No shit? Wow," the woman replied, "And she said yes?"
The obvious attempt at calm humour made Barry's lips curl up a little in amusement.
"Yeah if I'm being honest, I still can't quite believe it myself..." he admitted, a goofy looking smile sprouting across his face.
"I was once married, you know," she said, staring forward in a dream-like trance. "...Maybe it wasn't a fairytale love match, but...I," she seemed to trail off at the thought.
"Emphasis on was?" Barry said gently, his own head turning a little at her mention.
She snapped out of her daze, looking back at him. "Uh yes, was, uh Michael was his name he, uh," She replied quickly before stuttering. "He died a year ago.
"Oh god, I-i'm so sorry," Barry responded, reaching out to touch her on the arm companionably. "This uh, might not be my place to say but, a friend of mine once told me, that people never truly die, they stay put with us until the people they love are finally ready to let them go. This, Michael, sounds like a lucky guy to have found someone that isn't ready to let him go, even if he's already gone and I'm sure he must have felt the same way about you," he pulled his hand back and looked down.
"Thank you, Mr Allen, for saying that." She replied softly.
"Well, congratulations all the same," she recomposed herself and attempted a smile. "Do let me know when the wedding is." She winked and Barry gulped.
"Ah yeah sure, miss?" He held the syllable, suddenly realising he hadn't even inquired anything regarding her name yet.
The woman brushed her hair delicately away from her face and back behind her ear before placing both her hands on her hips.
"Bertinelli, Helena Rosa Bertinelli," she said with a mock curtsy bend that had him so captivated he'd barely the time to realise his hands had slipped off of the stabilising bar behind him.
'Helena Bertinelli?' Barry could have sworn he had heard the name once before, but he couldn't quite remember when. He searched the recesses of his mind, trying to drag up an answer from someplace of remembrance, managing to recall some one-time event from five years ago back when…
Then it hit him.
"Bertinelli? As in Frank Bertinelli? One of the principal investors of my velocity project?" He asked, suddenly putting it together.
"That's right."
"You're his wife?"
In a flash her expression changed, now looking disgusted, her face shrivelled up into a scowl.
"Ew, god no!" She snapped softly, her sexy accent evaporated in sudden incredulity. "I'm his daughter."
'Reeeal smooth Barry,' He lamented internally as he felt his eyes widen in surprise, finding himself frozen in place.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I-i heard through reputation he likes, uh, younger women.”
She shot him a stare before taking a relieving exhalation. "Th-that's quite alright Mr Allen, I understand how you could make that connection."
Something changed in the woman then, the corners of her mouth turned down slightly as she rolled her eyes, upset that the veil of anonymity had now been ripped away from her.
They stood silently for a while in the 4x4 metre lift as it continued its ascent to the laboratory floor. Barry struggled to find the right way to break the uncomfortable tension, when the lift stopped, and the doors opened. It was then he found the words.
"So am I correct to assume you'll be sitting in on the meeting with your father today?"
Helena just stared back at him uncomprehendingly before taking a slow, quiet gulp.
"Um, no, he won't, he's um..." Now tears began to well up in her mascara hidden eyes.
"What's wrong?" Barry prompted gently.
"I'm afraid he won't be joining us today." She managed to whisper, a look of misery and saddened regret blooming upon her face.
"Why not?" Barry asked, totally unprepared for that sudden onslaught of emotion.
"Because he's dead..." She said, almost inaudibly.
Barry was speechless as a second or two passed them both in matching, blank silence.
"Oh...oh Miss Bertinelli, I'm so sorry," He said, understanding her sudden act of sexual forwardness before, she wasn't trying to seduce him, she was looking for a distraction while putting on a brave face.
"Don't be," she said, her voice once again a deep, velvety tone that drove a current of chill straight through him, her gaze straying to the floor.
"Not your fault, is it," Adeptly wiping a tear out of the corner of her eye.
"What happened? I-if you don't mind my asking!" He said, his voice reflecting a mix of sympathy and warmth that made Helena immediately regret her outburst.
She took a deep breath in, to steady herself and she walked him through the events of last night. "I came home from a night out on the town with my friends and I found him in his study, skewered like an animal on the wall with 4 arrows shot through his chest, pinned on the wall like one of his trophy busts..." She said with a single nod, almost as if to herself, trying to distance herself from her past.
"Oh my god, that's terrible, you're saying he was murdered?" He questioned further, regretting his insensitivity and the overall emotion he had stirred up in her.
"Well, he sure as shit didn't kill himself now did he?" She snapped at him, a little unfairly at that moment, but Barry let it pass.
"Miss Bertinelli, I didn't mean to upset you," he said, the same feeling of remorse was in his voice now, a tinge of regret for upsetting her.
"No, it's quite alright," she assured him, a new sense of stability resided within her now.
"Did you go to the police?"
"Of course, he was my father after all," she said with a nonchalant shrug.
"They catch who did it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, they insisted my father is just the latest casualty amongst the long list of victims cut down by the so-called Emerald Archer. You know the vigilante targeting SCNC's upper class in violent executions?"
"Vaguely, my work keeps me pretty busy to be checking things like news reports," he replied, her words were calm but held tightly with an air of irritability around them that made Barry uncomfortable. "You don't believe them?" He asked, fascinated by this woman's interest in the city's vigilantes.
"No...I..." She paused, swallowed hard and her voice raised a few octaves as she said the words as if facing such a raw memory so soon was proving more difficult than initially anticipated.
"I think it's too clean an answer; I think that there's something else going on here. Between you and me..." She paused again. "I examined the arrows entrenched in his chest before placing the call. The Emerald Archers' arrows are all laced in a green Polymer Kevlar weave, sort of a telltale sign thing right, but these arrows..."
Barry lent in closer as she prepared to whisper into his ear.
"They were only a quarter of the size, and all had purple metallic tips, each one had different thin black connectors."
Barry was taken aback by the prompt description, "So what are you saying? You think it was some kind of imposter or maybe a copycat killer who iced your father then?"
She shook her head, "No, I believe this was the work of someone new, someone like the rumoured-"
[DING!]
The elevator abruptly came to a stop and the doors opened, both occupants were transfixed on the fact that they had lost track of time, 3 minutes had passed already.
Barry was already moving when he stopped and turned to Helena and gave an apologetic gesture, thumbing to the open floor.
"I'm sorry to dash but I've really gotta-"
She held up her hand and shook a dismissive wave.
"Go on Mr Allen," a faint chuckle left her lips, "Go prep your scientists for your little experiment, I greatly look forward to seeing what my father saw in your project," she whispered with a wide smile.
Barry gave a smile in kindness, staring back into her beautiful green eyes. "It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Bertinelli, and for what it's worth, I hope they catch him, this killer I mean, whoever he is."
Helena couldn't help but smile a lopsided grin as he ran off to the left towards the lab. A second later she too exited the elevator after a final 'get it together' calming breath and headed to the right, towards the conference room.
With the click of her stilettos echoing loudly on the polished emerald floors around her, she made her way down the corridor, taking in the sights of the high rises with their stark views of the city to her right.
Finally stopping at the tall glass double doors that served as a barrier, holding back all the secrecy and mystery behind every decision made at Queen Consolidated, she slipped into the entrance, only to find an all too familiar female form bent over a desk. No one else was present yet.
“I said I didn’t want to be destrubed Maeve! or can you not even follow the most simplest of personal assistant instructions?” The comment was snapped back without looking, clearly, this person was expecting someone else ot have walked though that door.
“Spend any more time bent over, and someone may get the wrong idea there," Helena gleamed with deliberate zeal, so much so that the female figure infront of her flinched violently at the sound of her voice. "But then again, I don't suppose you get to the top without greasing some poles along the way, aye you cum guzzling bitch," she remarked sarcastically sliding in alongside the woman and and slapped one buttcheek, prompting her to turn around and stared at her slapper.
In a smooth maneuver, Helena Bertinelli had crossed the room in a few seconds, and Isabel Rochev smiled a thin smirk, raising herself up from her bent position over the table.
"Well if that isn't daddy's little whore calling the beautiful dame slutty, then I don't know what is," The woman turned her attention to the newcomer for a few seconds with such unbridled intensity that neither one knew exactly what to expect next, but before they knew it, tiny cracks of laughter began to splinter out from the corners of their mouths before they embraced each other in a long-overdue hug.
"Ohhh god, it's so good to see you Izzy," Helena elated out in a long, gleeful tone.
"Ohhh you too Hel, you have no idea," replied Rochev, as she fiddled with the dark brown hair of the woman that held her tight in her arms.
The two women now stared into the other's eyes.
"How have you been?" Helena asked, "Gosh look at you, you look spectacular," she eyed the slightly shorter woman up and down, admiring her attire.
"The tragedies of running a globally renowned enterprise I'm afraid," she grinned. "Looking this good's part of the job." A condescending smile stretched across her face as Isabel replied. "Running this business has been so fucking tiresome a thing to do, and while it's been 'blowing' by rather nicely, I still find time to deal with the more...basic desires that come with the stress of being one of the most powerful women in this city."
Helena scoffed, "Uh hello flex, names irony, have we met?" The smile never went away.
Stretching back years to their formal days at Starling Central National University, Helena Rosa Bertinelli and Isabella Glau Rochev, or as she now prefers to call herself Isabel G. Rochev, spoke as though they were still at the tender age of nineteen and seventeen respectively.
A sense of reversion overtook them that peeled away their more modern personas of decorum and proper propriety and in their place rose a wild side worthy of the sorority girl that hadn't been let out to play in years.
Helena smiled at Isabel, remembering the good times they'd spent at campus, the wild parties, the late 2000s to early 10s musical tracks that blared at all hours of the day and night, and perhaps most vaguely remembered, was the drinking and the plethora of unprotected sex and frenetic hookups the two would engage on almost every night with just about anyone who carried the basic male heterosexual gene and looked in their general direction for more than 2 seconds.
No one would believe you if you told them now, but the two former roommates were an unstoppable tag-team force, ploughing their way together through every dorm room and frat house in a 2 block radius. Be it cunts or cocks, laying down or bent over, each and every conquest was gladly met with a low deep moan until all available holes were filled, whichever body part they could latch onto they ravaged with insatiable lust and it had actually been Rochev who initially dragged Bertinelli along to Delta Chi Sigma's 20th-anniversary party, the same week their application to the Uni had been accepted.
Helena probably would have just curled up to watch an episode of Sex and the City for like the 40th time if it were not for her roommate's incessant nagging and unwanted advice that ran eerily close to the edge of annoying. And she had been thankful every day since that she'd chosen to listen, to break out of her comfort zone just enough to come along for the ride.
Looking at her now, it was virtually impossible to imagine such a prestige woman like the one standing here today had once slung a purple giant dildo so far down her throat in front of a cheering crowd of other sorority sisters that she had set a new campus record that had still never been beaten to this very day.
"You know Izzy, I've seen that look in your eyes before, quite often actually, especially when you were gobbling down that Dionysus guys weiner," Helena smiled, lifting her gaze to Isabel's and touching her face with the palm of her hand, "You were so full of zeal and fire back then."
"AH!" She slapped her friend's shoulder lightly, "Bitch, I can't believe you remember that! And just for the record, his name was actually Dion, something you would've cared to remember if you weren't partying with the rest of the basketball team on the other side of the room, girl."
Rochev couldn't help but laugh at her old friend's nostalgic outlook. It had been years since she thought back on her time at University and Helena had a particular way of dragging up a more carefree and youthful version of her. after all, she had been a young, naïve college girl in search of experience, and, perhaps as expected, she had eventually found herself under Rochev's tutorage, both figuratively and quite literally in many ways, learning a plethora of ways to please a myriad of young men whom had all lost their virginity thanks to her.
But not all things went so smoothly forever, for instance, Helena and Isabel's friendship would be put to the test one day when Robert Queen whisked Rochev away to be his personal assistant at QC with an offer of guaranteed success that she could not refuse, and despite attempts to try and sway the CEO to take Helena too, Robert knew that his long time associate, Frank would never allow his own daughter to be put to work like some skimpy secretary, getting coffees and scheduling appointments and bending over whenever the boss decided to get a hard-on after staring at their exposed thighs for too long.
Helena was heartbroken when her best friend chose the easy way out, the parties never seemed the same after that, and so the two women's paths had branched in different directions as Helena went on to develop a taste for exquisite arts and Isabel took on the role of Robert's right-hand woman, a responsibility she would continue to take very seriously over the years.
Then of course there was the minor detail of Helena's engagement to Michael that she never got around to telling her best friend about, partially because of the hurt she was sure she'd bring to the woman she once felt closer to than words could possibly describe. And then, there was always the risk that Isabel's presence would bring about old feelings the two had once shared and ultimately, the truth about how their time on-campus was really spent and all the little escapades that came with it, and that truth of both of their wild bisexualities towards eachother and others could've ruined Frank's reputation as a spotless philanthropist to the public. So to avoid all that, Helena never made mention of her marriage towards Michael to Rochev, until she read about it the day after the wedding. Heartbroken by her exclusion from such a big event in her friend's life, Isabel had spent hours locked in her bathroom sobbing in the arms of a bathrobe, tormented by memories of all the times she and her friend had spent dicking down on dudes across campus.
And yet, despite the changes and hardships the two had faced, they remained in vague contact. A text here, a call there, and now, seemingly by the hand of fate itself, the two were reunited at long last, despite the new cutthroat personality Rochev now portrayed herself in, her old roommate wasn't buying it, and it was very likely that Helena, and she alone, was the only person still alive on earth who knew who the real Isabella Glau Rochev behind the facade, and what she was truly capable of...
Now, however, it seemed their paths or just terrible fucking luck on Helena's part had brought them back together, and despite present circumstances, they had to admit they both needed the reunion more than either of them knew.
Looking at Isabel more closely, she noticed the tender bruising around her neck; it seemed to be in the shape of a...hand?
"What's that?" She asked with concerned tension behind her words, staring at the markings around her friend's laryngeal prominence.
"Oh, this?" Isabel smirked a grimace, looking down at herself, obviously unable to see the damage from her perspective, "Nothing to worry about, all part of the plan," she paused in ominous suspense before continuing.
"Really?" Bertinelli scoffed, "Then please, do care to enlighten me."
"Gladly," the CEO shot up with sparkling energy, "You remember Robert's son?"
"Yeah, Oliver, right? The pompous little fucker," Bertinelli spat back. "He did this to you?" Her voice flared a little as her nostrils expanded in tandem.
"Yes indeed," she seemed pleased with herself when she said it, "I got him to lash out at me in the head office..." A rye grin broke through her lips.
"On camera!? You got the moron on tape?" Helena's eyes went wide.
"Yep!" beamed Isabel with excitement that she'd never shown anyone else. "And once the rest of the QC Board gets here and the presentation is done, I'll use it to get an injunction served against him for workplace impropriety and assault, then once full shareholder rights belong to me, I'll tare this pathetic excuse of a company to the ground and sell off anything valuable to the someone with some actual fucking capital," she took a grudging sip of her drink, "Unlike these nickel and dime drones here."
"Ah," Bertinelli said with a grin of acknowledgement. "Like you did back at Stellmoor then?"
"Got it in one," Isabel gestured for her friend to sit, as she did the same.
"I uh…I was so sorry to hear about your Dad, I-i know what he meant to you Hel," deciding it was best to address the elephant in the room now, Isabel's voice an unusually sombre croak.
"Thank you, yeah, he uh..." She looked towards the view of the large glass walls, "He was always good to me. You know he...I...I just...can't believe he's really gone, like it doesn't seem real, you know? I close my eyes and I think he's still here, and when I open them, he's not."
"Aww, I know how you feel hon, I'm so sorry." Isabel offered with a knowing smile. Likely thinking back to her time in Russia with little fondness.
"Yeah, yeah..." Helena's sigh stretched out for a long detrite breath. "Anyways, he always said that if anyone ever must take the reins of Bertinelli Construction then it should be me," she paused, a tear rolled down her cheek.
In truth, it was not the loss of her only remaining parent but in reality, the fact she had always assumed she would never have to step up like this, with her father's death, she was now the sole heiress to the throne of Bertinelli Construction Conglomerate, a company she'd never thought she'd own, a company she'd had very little to do with over the years, a company that handled most of the cities demolition and construction services. Responsible these days for over 35% of the entire infrastructure within the super metropolis's boundaries, sufficient to say, that was a lot of ground, and she would have gladly liked it if someone else had taken up the mantle of CEO. But alas, all he owned was now hers, including the vast majority of his company stock, even though it was all tied up in a ludicrous number of shell companies and offshore accounts.
"I don't know how I'm going to do it, or if I even want it," Helena explained, still unable to fully wrap her mind around the fact that her father was gone.
"If you ever need anything, my insanely large doors are always open to you," Isabel joshed with a tang of sympathy that didn't belong in her vocabulary, at least not as far as most would be concerned, and yet, here she was, offering a hand to another rather than chopping one-off.
"Here, let me get you a drink, I sure as shit need one." Rochev lazed over to his cabinets and rustled through the contents until finding the closest bottle she could find.
Helena nodded and thanked her softly under her snuffed cries she held back with surprising willpower, Isabel immediately began pouring another glass of Mr Queen's private collection.
"So what are you going to do now, if you don't want to take the company I mean?" Isabel asked, watching on with curious taste as Helena stared and swirled the water-like liquid in her glass around and around and around, as if the answer may be hiding at the bottom.
"Dunno, liquidate it I guess, pay off the seedy fucking investors and go live somewhere in the cayman islands I guess, sipping mojitos until I'm old and wrinkled," Helena mused as the next two vodka shots hit the table.
"Orrr," Isabel remarked, taking a drink from her own glass. "You always could just sell it to me instead?"
"Oh come on, be real here Izzy," Helena replied in surprise, indicating to her friend to put down her glass and stop being so funny.
"Oh I'm serious," Isabel insisted. "With my insider information, and new connections, I could easily boost the value of Bertinelli Construction to astronomical heights."
"You're serious?" Holding off on a sip.
Isabel nodded, "Serious as the stock prices of this place will be after I'm done with wit," taking another long sip of her drink.
She let a few uninterrupted seconds pass between them, this was not the time for pressure.
"So what do you say girl? Feel like taking a load off?" The brunette mused in a salacious tone, tracing the ring of her glass with her finger.
When Bertinelli did not give off any inclination that she would consider her proposal as anything more than the ludicrous idea it sounded like, Rochev leaned back in her chair in a casual manner, and tried a different approach.
"Come on Hel, it'll be like old times, it'll give us the chance to be in each other's lives again, cause you know," Isabel stated, a little less casually than she would have liked but it got the message across, her gaze hung over Helena suggestively, "And of course…I'll need a COO to help me run it."
Helena pondered this proposal for a second, knowing full well she was talking about more than just the company, still, with all she was feeling right now, this was not the time to be making such large decisions.
She sighed and took a breath, "I appreciate the offer Izzy, truly I do, but it's not just about Bertinelli Construction, I need to take some time and figure out who I am without my father, and what the Bertinelli name means in this town without him."
Isabel nodded her head, understanding, "Okay, fair enough," she conceded. "But the offer still stands if you change your mind," she straightened up, finishing the last of her drink. "Right, that will be enough of that, on to business then, Ms Bertinelli,” Isabel flashed her a wink, “The others will be arriving any minute, and as we both know, presentations everything..."

* * *

Dr Allen panted down the curving corridor not two steps out of the elevator. He had the distinct impression that Ms Bertinelli had not been telling him the whole truth in regards to their candid conversation but there was no time to deliberate over that now, knowing the board members were only a few minutes behind him, he hadn't the time to worry about anything like what the pair had spoken of, he needed to focus, he had to prep his team as best he could in the time remaining.
As he finally reached the door, he slammed his closed fist on it profusely.
He was shouting, "Heyyy! Miss Eliza! Open the door! Miss Eliza, please open the door!" A few tense seconds, hoping she was in there, hoping she could hear him, cursing himself for forgetting-
At the sound of a keycard beep, Eliza Harmon unlocked the door with a look of frantic concern on her face.
"Dr Allen! Oh my, w-where have you been? I've been calling you all morning," exclaimed the more petite woman as he squeezed his way past her through the doorway.
"Trust me, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you," he emitted through tired, ragged gasps; he was tired, so tired. His adrenaline surge was beginning to wear off as he rushed over to the Creative-Ultrix-Matter-Micronized-Intelligent-Nanite-Geographer in the side of the room, checking the vial count in the chamber and carried a smiling a gleam of excitement with him after seeing it, "Good, it's still mass-producing."
"Ba..." Dr Eliza Harmon had dozens of questions running through her mind right now: How was he able to know her codes to use her machine? Where had he been all night? Why was he so tired? But most importantly, Why? Why mass-produce this new rendition and not inform the rest of his colleagues? Instead, she found herself bound to silence, unable to say a word.
"Dr Allen please, I think you owe me an explanation," Eliza pleaded, grabbing his arm, "How are we supposed to explain to an audience how this version works if we don't even know what's in it??" She continued to press him on the matter.
Barry sighed, catching his breath. "There's no time Ms Harmon, I promise you I'll explain everything after," he looked into her beautiful brown eyes. "But right now, you need to trust me, trust that I know what I'm doing." A small smile was shared between them, "All you need to do is explain your part in the last rendition and they won't know the difference."
"Yeah, sure, Liz, you heard the man..."
A deep voice from the opposite doorway shocked them both so much that for a second, they both heard the sound of repeated metallic dinging penetrate their ears from somewhere behind them, it sounded like someone stirring a cup of tea.
Turning to the sound, they both saw a man in the upper right corner of their vision, slowly descending down the upper wall stairs from the adjoining floor above them. Dressed in the same similar white lab coat as both Drs Allen and Harmon, he was taller than Barry and held more muscle mass than him as well, sporting a 3-day growth of stubble and messy hair that came across as ruffled and untidy it seemed that for each step he descended down the stairs he stirred the tea rhythmically.
Though unlike the other two scientists in the room, his coat was less maintained with various stains and splotch marks from previous experiments and the logo on the breast pocket was clearly tattered and smudged. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he turned towards them and lent on the railing languidly, stirring in slow swirls. Looking at him now, they could both clearly see the black V-neck undershirt beneath his lab coat sported a blue skull with matching flames acting as hair, the print looked demonic.
"...He's got this, don't you Barr," the man smirked a condescending grin at Dr Allen, emanating a clear sense of dislike in his voice.
Barry looked at him with the same ire of displeasure as well.
"Dr Zolomon...Good morning, I thought I told you not to call me that again," he said, keeping the pleasantries brief, they exchanged a look of mutual disdain, and Barry felt an uneasiness deepen in his throat.
He leaned forward to speak to the man without taking his eyes off him.
"Yeah you did," He took a sip of tea and said no more on the subject.
"You know, I gotta be honest Barr," he said with pauses between the words, "I really didn't think you'd show today. I thought you'd blow this one-off, but-"
"But what?" Dr Allen said abruptly, his voice soft but measured. "You didn't think I'd just let you pass the concept off as your own, did you?"
The man smirked and continued as he took a brief moment of reprieve, "Nah, just thought you might have wanted to, oh I don't know, talk it over with your co-workers before you got started."
"Zolomon..." Barry tried to lock his building anger down.
"Boys!" Eliza's voice said, "Not the time, save the dick measuring contest for later, alright, we have work to do."
Barry looked to his right to see Eliza clearly hinting to him to cool his jets and proceed with the explanation.
"Yeah...I'm sure you'd like that, aye Princess?" Zoloman's voice slithered between the spaces between them like a snake.
"I beg your pardon?" She hated the informal ways he addressed her, and looked at him with the same disdain as Barry held.
"A good old dick-measuring contest that is," he leaned in closer, his jaw taut, "...Being as how'd it would probably be the first dick you've seen in months? Maybe a year? Fridgid as they come, a real princess in your own right, waiting for your prince charming to come along and glaze you with long awaited anticipation."
She recoiled as if he'd just slapped her; her face shrivelled into disgust.
"How...dare you-"
Zolomon shrugged and turned away, "What? It's not like I'm wrong, am I?"
The two clean-cut scientists scowled at him.
All three scientists had been assigned to the Velocity project in a group of twenty promising minds well over a year ago back when they were initially hand-picked by Mr Queen after Dr Allen had pitched his idea to the CEO, and the prospect of being part of a world-leading project of unprecedented scope excited both Barry and Eliza immensely.
However, when they learnt that Dr Hunter Zoloman had been brought on board as a third wheel to co-lead the project, the two's joy of entering the coveted Project V was soon overshadowed by the sheer scale of the task ahead and once Zolomon's inclusion was made well known to them, it became quickly apparent to Eliza and Barry that he was nothing more than an egotistical, blustering bastard.
Over time, his cynicism became more apparent with every mistake, every slip-up and, as production continued on the 60th iteration of the medical miracle, the intellectual grip he held over the team steadily increased, constantly hitting walls and thinking outside the box became more and more costly.
Still, despite his abrasive personality, Zolomon was a necessary component of this project's success, hailed as one of the best physicists and theoretical chemistry practitioners of his generation, he was used to operating solo out of a personal lab at Mercury Labs and once had found a way to purify heavy water without residual radiation, showing time and time again that his methods, while unorthodox, lead him to become invaluable to the project.
Although it would've been a gross understatement to say the other seventeen highly skilled medical and experimental experts that had originally been hired to work on the project found their work to be quite the energy-sapping task when working alongside Zolomon, and despite their best efforts, they continually found themselves at loggerheads with the chemist, fighting tooth and nail to have their opinions heard, but he'd never give them the time of day.
Now just the three of them remained, and it appeared that, after two months of abject failure, tensions were running high between all remaining members, the stresses had even begun to bleed over into their personal lives, in Eliza's case, the draining effects came in the form of her boyfriend cheating on her due to her supposed 'working long hours' and Barry's stresses didn't need to be reiterated. The only one that seemed to remain primarily unaffected was Zolomon, who now displayed his smug superiority over Eliza and Barry.
Eliza walked past Zolomon as she strode in angry steps out of the glass-walled testing cubicle and over to her corner of the lab, her boots could be heard clicking on the floor as she went, leaving just Barry and Hunter standing off with each other.
"Nice going Zolomon. Think you could be any more of an asshole if you really gave it a shot?" He asked, his voice both calm and angry at the same time, "You know she's still hurting over that crap with Ronnie, why would you say that?"
Zolomon smirked, looking over his shoulder to where she passed him, ogling over her curving booty as his voice grew low and dangerous, "Ah don’t be mad at me Barr, I’ve seen the way you stare at her from time to time. The same as me," he turned back to Dr Allen, who held a dumbfounded expression towards him.
"Can’t blame you really, I can only imagine how badly you want to be done with this project and get back to that lovely little piece of ass you have back home, huh?" Barry was trying to fight down the urge to punch the smug smirk off of the scientist's face, turning his gaze back to Dr Harmon.
As his head turned, Zolomon took in a look at the new diagram's data displayed from the machine in the corner, "Well well, been busy playing around with the Cummer too, have we?"
Barry let out a thin smile, "Well, some of us have actual work to do around here, not just show up once a day, make some bizarre, unhelpful comments and then leave," the doctor scowled.
Zolomon was trying to hold back a smile; sarcastically, he clapped his hands together and looked down at his feet, "Yeah, you're probably right. After all, I'm not the one this all falls back on if - no - when it fails," he turned back," he leered.
"Alright Enough! Both of you!" Eliza shouted, almost losing her cool, "We have less than 5 minutes to prepare for this presentation, so if you two children can't keep it in your pants, I'll do it myself!" Eliza then turned to Zolomon and Barry, her gaze unblinking as she scrutinised their immature manners.
Barry struggled but was able to cool off, taking in a deep breath, "Alright, look, we're all professionals here and we all have a job to do," he placed his hands on the table in front of the Cummer. "Prep the connection room, and both of you, listen to me very carefully…"
* * *
9:10 am – 10 minutes since presentations began.
* * *

To say that the expanse inside the lavishly tailored conference room of Queen Consolidated wasn't a monumental accomplishment of the highest order would be a grave insult. Veiled curtains covered every window, tinting the room in shades of emerald and olive greens that gave the room a lush, healthy vibe to it. The floor of the room itself was a marbled verdant, just like most other floors in the building, but separating this patch from all others was a pristine-looking golden-lined mosaic pattern that depicted the late CEO, Robert Queens untouched features perfectly across the entire floor in a rich shade of yellow that shone under all presents feet.
The room was soundproofed of course, and signal jammed, standard precautions by most large businesses in this city, as you never knew who might be trying to listen in on a potential vote of no-confidence against you or your company.
Above, a vast ceiling stretched out with metres and meters of polished white wood which covered the space in every direction, and at two points, the surface dangled two large square crystal-lined chandeliers so brilliant in vivid fixtures of light, that they dotted the walls in bedazzling displays of triangular, almost arrow-like rays which crisscrossed over one another to the other side of the room, like a modern take on a cylindrical kaleidoscope painting. And in the centre of it all, a long oak table, currently containing several of the board members, each spaced in accordance with the position they held, had gathered there to see the seeds of their enterprises sprout out of the fertile soil that is the Queen Consolidated Corporation's second-largest undertaking.
These men, excluding the new unexpected inclusion of Ms Bertinelli, had all been members of the board for many years, watching the company grow from the likes of a small and nonexistent startup, to the leading conglomerate for technological and medical breakthroughs that had in recent years, solidified it as the cities leading laboratory and research centre.
Across the table, each member was promptly dressed in a myriad of fittingly coloured designer suits, some pinstriped, some simply bland, but almost every suit seemed to have its own unique flair to it, while the room itself had remained mostly silent as the minutes ticked by, with the exception of the occasional cough or nod a member would give to another in acknowledgement as they entered the large glass doorways. No one had said a word until finally, a voice spoke up.
"What are we waiting for?" The noise echoed around the large room.
"One more, Mr Merlyn," Isabel Rochev said, trying her best to retain her professional edge as she stared towards the door, awaiting the last imminent arrival, "We need one more." She glanced down at her watch. “Head office said he would be here by now, even allowing for traffic from the city center.” She vocalized her thoughts with what seemed like lightly sprinkled tension in her voice, though it was more to herself than anyone else.
"Wait, you need a quorum to begin?" Asked another director.
"Yes," she said, "We do."
“Huh, now, why doesn't that surprise me like it should.” Another, all be it a slightly smugger voice came from behind her, snapping her out of her momentary reverie.
"Maybe that's because, Mr Darhk," she turned her gaze to the man dressed like a 20s mob boss, red tie, pinstripe blazer and matching pants, a stunning black fedora all to boot, and let out a small breath, "A quorum can only be met by 10 participants, something you would know if you had ever bothered to attend one of these meetings before, meaning we need the last vote before we begin."
That shut them up, all extra eyes were on the three bodies at the end of the table. They sat upright and rigid in their seats, Mr Darhk seated at the upper corner of the long wooden desk while his opposing associate sat at the tables head to his left, the pair stared strictly at one another. The room went dead silent. After a few minutes, one of the directors, dressed in a fitting navy blue suit and seated on the other side of the slightly older man, shifted in his chair and spoke.
"Ehem, myyy secretary informed me that this meeting would be held at 9 am sharp, what exactly is the hold-up?" His deep voice seemed to mix with the acoustics in the large room.
Like a tiger watching its prey, Rochev fixed her cold calculating eyes on him without even turning her head, making him flinch visibly.
"Do not let her frighten you, Mr Thomas," said the cool calculating voice of Malcolm Merlyn, lazing back in his chair out the corner of his gaze before turning back to the woman in charge, "After all, we each have very different ideas for the future of this enterprise, due to the considerable financial backing, we've all contributed very substantially to its development. It would be quite crude to keep us in the dark for much longer."
A low chuckle came from the side, as Mr Darhk smiled a joyous grin, "For once I find myself agreeing with Merlyn Ms Rochev, H.I.V.E has already incurred substantial losses due to this company's lack of future foresight as a whole, I think I speak for everyone when I say we are all looking forward to seeing what your scientists have created, especially if it lives up to the original product that sprouted this merger in the first place."
Malcolm shot him a disapproving stare, the word merger had been thrown around a lot as far as Rochev was concerned, so it was probably best to use it to her advantage. She licked her mahogany painted lips with dubious care. "Mr Merlyn, Mr Darhk...I'd be very careful whom you point those unsavoury tones at if I were you," deliberate emphasis was put on the name more as a warning than anything else. "I have been given personal assurances by Dr Allen himself that today's presentation will answer any and all inquiries you or your partners may have, so please, do me a favour and indulge me," giving them a slow, thin smile, as she sat on the edge of the table between the two biggest contributors with crossed legs and a confident smile, "By just listening to what Dr Allen has to say."
Merlyn's eyes narrowed at her forwardness, suspecting that wasn't the truth, but it would have to do for now.
Damien Darhk, but his attention remained firmly fixed on Rochev. Still, she kept her cool and held herself resolutely silent, which was quite a feat in itself considering the cloud of disdain he felt towards him hovering just over her head.
Somewhere in the back of the room, someone was drumming a pen on the long wooden table with what seemed like incessant rhythmic repetitive taps when suddenly, a silhouette appeared out of the doors of the elevator and began making its way down the end of the long glass hallway at a relatively normal pace towards the boardroom.
“Ah, here we are,” said Isabel, turning an effortless smirk towards the figure approaching.
"Oh thank Christ," gasped Frank Chen, an Asian man in his late 30s who had been trying to keep his silence the best he could under the growing weight of the tensions in the room.
As everyone's eyes moved from Isabel to the approaching newcomer, they all breathed a small sigh of relief as he finally arrived, stopping just outside of the glass, the light coming from the end of the hallway obscured his face from those seated at the far end of the long table, but those closest could see quite well as Darhk and Rochev smiled upon seeing him up close. While Merlyn rolled his eyes slightly just as the door swung open to reveal an elderly man with slicked-back greying hair and a matching beard as he strolled in holding his arms wide apart in a gesture fit for a grand entrance.
"G'day everyone," a gravelly voice blew, "Sorry for the delay, but man oh man, that S.W.A.T Team waiting downstairs just couldn't get this wire attached the right way," the joke came out quizzically in what seemed to be a clear Australian accent as the board members began chuckling to themselves, some in humour, some in slight nervousness as if he may not be kidding when unexpectedly Damien jumped up out of his seat and strode towards the newcomer extending his arms as well as a familial grin.
"Well well well, I'll be slain twice and resurrected thrice as nice, Bryan Zamperini! You old dog! Is that really you?" He said jovially, shaking the new arrival's hand from the shock of this surprise greeting.
"Damien Darrrhk, me old mucker, come here, give us a hug you old devil you," the man named Zamperini uttered in a familial, outstretching voice as he raised his sunglasses off his eyes to rest on his head. "Crikey it's so good to see you mate!" He said, pulling his old friend close for a boyish hug.
The new man at the end of the table wasn't exactly dressed in what one might expect a respectable savvy investor to be seen in, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Whereas the other members of the board were all swathed in slick smooth corporate attire that appeared to have been hand-tailored to each elegant individual, Mr Zamperini's sense of fashion was far more lackadaisical than anyone else at this important gathering came close to looking, far closer to a nightclub owner than power broker, he really did stick out like a sore thumb.
Instead of a formal ensemble, he wore a grey suit blazer jacket that hung slightly open with all the delicacy of a floral shirt flapping in the wind while a plain white V-neck fit snugly under and across his chest, it held an insignia that partially read: 'he Pala' in a fancy font that hung loosely out of his pair of baggy black and blue jeans. His shoes too were not quite the usual polished leather wingtips one would think comes with the position of power these men wielded, and yet, they were no more than an expensive pair of brown-looking sneakers with a glowing pink brim around the base of each shoe that pulsed in slow rhythmic blooms which gave off a rather hypnotic effect. As a result, no one tried to pay any attention to them.
He was a handsome man by all extents of the imagination, carefully tanned skin held a tightly toned face that left no room for neck fat around his throat, which he made work being the ageing man he was. But perhaps the most interesting feature to all the men and women currently seated at the table was the bizarre inclusion hidden right behind his gold aviators with the red lenses, two intricately large black stylised smudges of facepaint shaped to look like spirals of darkness clawing their way out of his eyes reached all the way up from the mid of his forehead to rest just along the same proximity down his cheeks, overall, they looked like something you’d see at an old heavy metal concert sometime in the 1980s, like a KISS or ACDC show.
Everyone in the room was left perplexed as they were speechless at this completely unexpected feature of this supposed business mogul, it seemed so utterly contemptuous a thing to ponder over in their mind as they continued to ogle upon the single sight.
"They didn't tell me you were coming here old friend, my god look at you!" Darhk said with his wide grin, "My God, what's it been, 25 years now since the last time I laid eyes upon you?" Darhk questioned excitedly.
"Wooo no way mate, I'd say it have to be closer to 32 now Damien, how quickly you forget, I still had a young man's good looks back then!" The two men laughed hard in each other's faces, there was a jovial quality to the way they interacted with each other, one building off the other's excitement and paying it forward to the other.
"After all, I did just come back from my fifty-fifth birthday celebration if you can even believe it."
"Nooo," Darhk mused in feigned dismay, "That's bull, you're lying to me! No way can I bring myself to believe you could ever look this good at fifty-five!"
The lightly tanned man waved a finger dismissively at the comment, "Uh uh, uh, your forgetting the miracles of modern medicine Damien, 55 is the new 26, I have the geniuses at my company to thank for that!" Zamperini answered with a wide smile on his face. "Besides your one to talk, you don't look a single day older either! But hey what about you D," he said patting his friend's locked arm with his own hand, "Did you and Ruvé ever end up having kids?"
"Oh yes, Darhk said laconically, "My darling girl Nora, ah she is the wind under my sails, Oh you simply have to meet her sometime, I'm sure she'd lov-"
"Ehem," the pinstriped brunette interrupted the reunion, clearing her throat as if suppressing the urge to say can we get on with this.
"Mr Zamperini, it's a pleasure to meet you finally, thank you for-" Isabel conveyed, but found herself cut off when the late arrival came forward, breaking away from Darhk's embrace and took one of her hands in his. Now she was the one surprised by the forwardness of another here today.
"The pleasure, Mistress Rochev," he kissed the back of her hand before letting it go, "Is all mine, a million thanks for bumping up the timetable today, I definitely did not want to miss this." That raised a curious smile out of her, she had not been addressed so formally in a long time and was about to reply when the man turned his attention to everyone presently seated at the table and gave all a curt head nod in thanks.
"Good morning, thanks to all present for ya patience, I must truly apologize for my tardiness," Zamperini smiled, surveying the atmosphere of the boardroom with a quick scan.
There was a sense of irritants building which the grey-haired man did not want to stoke any further than was necessary as far as the collective board members went. Though one Miss Helena Bertinelli did not seem to share the same egregious sentiment as the rest of them. If anything she seemed to be in the same boat as Ms Rochev, casually gliding her gaze up and down this new arrival's form like a caged lion might view her chained prey.
"Well, I can see by the looks on your faces that I've already taken up far too much of your valuable time so I'll keep this brief. For those of you unfamiliar, please, allow me to introduce myself," the well-spoken man's voice cracked a little as he cleared his throat, putting his hands into his coat pockets.
"The name's Bryan Zamperini, some of you may know me as the founder of BiO-Hara INC genetics here in town, others may know me as the proprietor of various venues like, The Palace nightclub and the Neon Club," he paused and gave a small thin smile to Darhk, who seemed to be trying his hardest not to smile himself, "But more importantly, due to the new influence I have amassed across said city, I have acquired a direct line of sway to the Vice Mayor of this city that will ensure ."
"You?...” A voice said sardonically, “Have an unofficial line to Susan Williams?”
"Correct," Zamperini replied, giving a short laugh before focusing back upon the crowd.
That spurred some timid smiles from those gathered in the boardroom, many of whom thought the supposed incorruptible mayor had finally given in to temptation, the cocky demeanour the man was displaying told them that he wasn't joking about this.
"As it stands,” he said, propping himself back up a little, “The reason I am telling you all this is because, as each of us knows, decisions, real decisions are not made by the masses or by the will of the people. They're made here, by people who hold actual power, people who know what is best for business, how best to ensure the prosperity of this fine town of ours and every man," he stopped himself to smile respectfully at Bertinelli, "And woman in this room controls a massive core interest in this city, so in in the interest of making new friends," he bent down in a serious manner he'd not displayed yet, looking harshly at all the stares over him and shifting his weight onto the two closed fists now clenched on the desk, "I would like to offer you the chance to be as informed as possible on any disturbing...developments, that may bring harm to those interests," The eyebrow raised almost reflexively, like he'd been doing this all his life.
“What, do you do party tricks too?” Said the levelled voice of Collin Thomas, of the lesser-known Chemist's Society Co. "Father Christmas over here wants to just hand out some kind of protection racket like were a bunch of fucking criminals? Huh? That it? You calling me a criminal Old man?" with a scoff at the grey-haired man’s brazen introduction, some light chuckles came out of the room.
Coldly, the easy-going dressed man turned his attention to the commenter. “No Mr Thomas, I prefer writing in my spare time to gift-giving, and unlike some here today, I do not hide my intentions behind false faces…” Collin flinched almost visibly at the admirable riposte.
The silence that followed was the longest it had ever been before the man spoke again, "Now then, enough of my gesturing, I'd suggest you all think about what I have offered here today," he shifted his head towards the female CEO, "Special thanks to you, Ms Rochev," he finished, giving the floor back to the CEO before taking his seat.
"Thank you, Mr Zamperini," she said, walking around the edge of the table and past the members to the large glass wall on the opposite end of the room.
"Now that we are all in attendance, we can begin." She spoke slowly, deliberately raising her hand to bring a close to the murmurs and chatter Zamperini's little introduction had stirred up in the meeting with authority.
She gestured to the centre of the large desk as the olive lights in the room began to dim and the curtains around them seemed to blacken until all that could be seen were the green vague outlines of the other members around them. When suddenly, brilliant blue lighting spired upwards and an image began to materialise inside it.
"Gentlemen, thank you for your patience, as you all know, we're here today to discuss the results of each and every one of your contributions to the fabled 'Velocity Project', and I promise you, that by the end of this meeting, all of your time, effort and talent, will be paid back in full."
She mastered her performance, dropping into a neutral tone which began to draw the rest of the room into silence, "Now, as you all well know, this project was conceptualized by Dr Bartholomew Henry Allen in the early summer of 2020, so I think it only proper to allow him to walk you through the technical logistics of this experiment, Doctor, if you please," she said, smoothly adjusting her tight jacket as she moved into her seat at the end of the table.
Once seated, a cylindrical cone of brilliant blue and indigo lights exploded in the space between them from a small circular device no bigger than an ashtray in the centre of the large ornament, and the now illuminated ceiling above all present.
As the blue light began taking shape, a vaguely human shape took form in front of the party of elites and began solidifying itself into a man in his mid-20s, wearing a lab coat and glasses, he stood at 1/16th the scale of a normal humans size and by all accounts, looked like something out of a late 70s Xperia flick to all the others in the room.
"Thank you, Ms Rochev, at least I'll try to," the projection replied in a steady voice, all who were watching sat fascinated at the visual they were witnessing before them.
Suddenly it hit them what they were looking at. "A three dimensional holographic projection call?" Said Mr Thomas, fascinated at the technology displayed in front of him, "Ingenious, saves a fortune on snacks." He concluded dryly.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the board, My name is Doctor Bartholomew Henry Allen," the small man's voice came out professionally as to be expected for a man of his position. If the Doctor was nervous, it didn't show, or maybe he just had the fear locked down so tight that he let nothing slip, either way, it was a performance worthy of an Oscar. "And these are my associates, Drs Eliza Harmon & Hunter Zolomon," he said, right on cue as a man and woman phased into being behind him, appearing no larger than the lead Doctor a few feet behind him inside of the construct, also to the same small proportions that left them not much bigger than dolls.
"As I'm sure each of you have been informed, our goal here at Star Labs for the past 12 months has been to develop a miracle drug, capable of dramatically reversing many degenerative diseases on a cellular level. It has taken a great span of time, and many personal sacrifices have been made, but we are excited to tell you, that we've finally managed to achieve what we aimed for when we began, a stabilised version of our intended treatment with a trial product running so far ahead of our initial projections that I am excited to announce that it's essentially already set to distribute to a large portion of the cities population today." Barry Allen finished his pre-rehearsed speech with a slight smirk on his face.
"That's all well and good Dr Allen," said the voice of Malcolm Merlyn, staring daggers through the projection as if he were in the same room as the man in question, "But maybe you better explain things a little clearer for those of us unfamiliar with what exactly you've done with our generous donations to your pipe dream."
"Certainly," said Allen, barely turning to face his pseudo-accusor, when unexpectedly the projection extended into a massive fully formed, scale-accurate shape that towered over the tabletop where the rest of the board members were seated, "I'll hand you over to my associate here for a more in-depth walkthrough of what exactly makes this rendition tick...Eliza?"
On cue, the two switched places with Dr Harmon taking centre stage as Barry returned to her former spot in the triangle of stance. Immediately, probably as to be expected, every male eye in the room followed her like a gang of hawks that had spied a delectable-looking mouse on the ground as she unfurled her hands, smiled, then took a small step forward towards a focused view.
"Thank you, Dr Allen," said Eliza confident and calmly as she turned her gaze to the many members now looking up at her. She waved her hand and a chest sized board whisked into existence next to her projection and displayed a double helix strand of DNA in soft red tones just before she cleared her throat.
"Ehm, If you’d all be so kind as to turn your attention to the board next to me here, you’ll see what is hopefully a familiar concept to you.”
Her arms swept back in one smooth motion, and the full length of the double helix flowed from one end to the next.
"A strand of DNA?" said an indistinguishable voice from somewhere in the darkened room.
"Right," said Eliza, "Now it may be a little sticky trying to wrap your head around how massive and complex DNA is, so I'll try and keep this as condensed as I can," she cleared her throat.
"Ehem, for those of you unaware, almost every cell in your body has about six billion base pairs, these combinations of As and Ts, and Cs and Gs here." She pointed to each letter displayed on the board in different colours, C was yellow, A was blue, T was pink and G was purple.
"To put that into a more, um...relatable perspective, ladies and gentlemen of the board, a credit card is about one millimetre thick. If you were to saaay..." The tiny Eliza turned back to her male co-workers behind her, "...Stack six billion credit cards in a straight line, you could walk all the way from San Francisco to past the North Pole." The emphasis she said on the last word really drew home the point to the many members in attendance.
"That's a lot of plastic," Malcolm Merlyn said dubiously.
"Indeed," Eliza quipped back, "So maybe don't attempt it at home." It wasn't what you'd call a hilarious joke but it seemed to break the slowly growing tension in the room, until she thought the appropriate time had passed and continued onwards.
"I myself have always found it fascinating how good DNA is at making copies of itself," she waved her hand again and the double helix morphed very stylishly into a single circular green dot that split itself into a second, equally large dot, the two dots then duplicated themselves again. Now 4 dots appeared on screen and the cycle began rapidly repeating, each dot doubling itself until there was a cluster of dots that resembled something like frog eggs.
"As cells are growing and replicating," She began again pointing at the new special in front of them, "Your DNA is copying its genetic data into those new cells." She paused briefly. "Of course, copying errors do happen, diseases, genetic deformities to name a few, but still, they only happen at about one in every 10,000 base pairs. Even then, our genetic machinery has checkpoints in place to make sure those copying errors get tossed out and don't harm us, sometimes with varying success."
Another hand wave and the double helix came spiralling back to the forefront again.
"Big picture talk folks," she held her hands up in an attention-grabbing gesture “The purpose of a cell division is to grow cells and replace the old ones. That is what we are trying to remedy with the Velocity project, to give the cells in a human body the chance to replicate faster and replace an old sick cell through a new treatment where we take a cell and revert it through the use of dark matter particles and morph them back into a strand of cells called stem cells, which are basically blank cells that can be programmed to replace any damaged ones your body may or may not hold. We call this process, augmented mitosis, and it has shown us tha-"
A yawn could be heard from out of view. "Boooring," echoed the unamused voice of Damien Darhk, "I hope you have something more substantial to show us than fancy graphics lady for the amount of money we've poured into this little venture." His manners seemed unfair, it was common knowledge that Darhk was not a man of extensive patience, but this seemed out of character, even for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact he had been reunited with his old friend and was eager to get this over with so they could catch up properly, or, maybe he was just being an asshole for asshole's sake.
"This is all well and good Doctor," Isabel Rochev's voice picked up from her seat, "But just assuming these money men have never watched Jurassic Park before, you might wanna try explaining a little simpler if you don't want them to get lost in the important stuff."
A low murmur in the room was soon joined by some offended snorts.
"Very well," There was a slight scorn under Dr Harmon's voice at the rudeness Rochev was showing towards her. "Back to basics then, what is DNA and how does it work?" The question brought some of the men out of their reverie.
"Every living thing has DNA, from Plants to Animals to Bacteria, even to Viruses which were once considered 'non-living'."
Merlyn seemed to be observing the presentation very closely now.
"But most importantly, we humans have it. As some of you may or may not know, DNA stands for Deoxyribo-Nucleic Acid, and although every living thing has DNA, its very compositions are what actually differentiates you from others. The interesting fact when creating the V-Project was taking into consideration how human DNA is 99% the same in every variance. Therefore, it is only about 1% of your DNA that makes you unique in any way."
Interest in the room was beginning to wane in some, but others were glued like moths to the light.
"It was once thought that human disease, for example, Cancer, or Viruses, were similar if only this 1% were different from another, but the Nitrogenous bases-"
"Cytosine, Guanine, Adenine and Thymine. Same four basic components of life found in everything that ever lived." She was interrupted by the smooth but gravelly voice of none other than the latest arrival, Mr Zamperini.
"I'm guessing you also must have used Teratogenic substances as well in order to create these V's cells and their companion sister chromatids during interphase?" The sudden proficiency with which he said it shocked everyone in the room, even Merlyn was taken aback by the outburst. All eyes fixed on him.
"Uhhh...well...yes, we did, Mister?" A genuinely surprised Eliza blinked a few times as she was intrigued to know whom had given such a thorough answer to what was otherwise a very complicated statement.
"Ah, where are my manners, I'm Bryan Zamperini, CEO of BiO-Hara Inc. Like I said previously before this call was established, I run one of the newest Biotechnology and genetic companies on the west coast, and in my time doing so I've found it pays far more to know what your scientist are talking about at all times than money could ever be worth."
The obvious shot at the dumbfounded members in the room seemed to bring a small amount of merriment from Zamperini, though it was soon directed towards the others.
To Eliza, it was just nice to have someone actually appear to be paying attention. She gave him a smile through the holo and he returned the warmth, unknowing if she could really see him or not.
"And now the final portion of the V-Project, development of the mutations that will alter DNA." Eliza began again. "As I said earlier, we aim to create mutations and break down the genetic structure, in order to change DNA and other hereditary markers."
"We were going to begin experiments on willing volunteers yesterday but, well..." Eliza Harmon's voice turned soft and dropped to an infernal frown on the group, "The newest synthesized rendition hasn't exactly been properly vetted and hasn't passed all the tests necessary just yet."
Several members in the room suddenly seemed to be appalled at this fact.
"So...what you mean to say is, you haven't actually begun human trials yet? Of any kind?" Merlyn's voice uncharacteristically stoked the importance of the divulged information.
Eliza let that hang in the air for a moment before touching it, "No, Mr Merlyn, we haven't begun any human trials. We have no interest in endangering-"
"So, let me get this straight. What you're telling us is, you don't actually know, if this serum works? Correct?" She was cut off for the second time by a scoff from Mr Thomas.
Eliza tightened her lips, but kept her composure as she did so.
"No, Mr Thomas, that isn't what I said. I said that we have no interest in endangering the health of anyone without proper ADA testing, that would be the antithetical opposite to what we are trying to achieve here."
"But then how are we supposed to know if the serum even works the way you describe?" The blue-suited man asked, even though unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice he remained the picture of perfection, as always.
It was unclear to anyone else present why this man had taken such a sharp left turn in character, not 5 minutes ago he was frozen from the sight of Ms Rochev's freezing star and now was questioning the validity of the current situation.
"Without any kind of proof of product, I'm afraid you're just an averagely attractive saleswoman in a lab coat with nothing to show us." Mr Thomas smirked and Eliza felt a small pang of anger at this man. He was so evidently pompous it was infuriating.
Barry Allen then stepped forth alongside his colleague to back up her claims.
"Mr Thomas, we understand your financial stake in this project and therefore, you have every right to question my team on the subject of facts. But do not underestimate the word of this highly skilled group of genetic professionals, your concerns are misplaced."
Mr Thomas took a closer look at Barry Allen and put on a sly smile as if he were alluringly attempting to hypnotise him. Barry just narrowed his eyes slightly and went back to his earlier spot.
"The fact remains," said Helena Bertinelli for what felt like the first time in a while, or at least since the presentation started. "That I do not believe the ADA is qualified to approve such an 'Experimental' serum. It could take years for those idiots to wrap their heads around this creation. Who knows what could happen during that time?" She looked over to the nearest three members of the committee in search of any kind of dissent and found only Isables gaze, she seemed reassured to have her there.
"She's right," came the voice of Zamperini, "The ADA are a bunch of incompetent fools,” he said rather bluntly, “Unable to tell the difference between a Vicodin and Viagra sometimes, we can't risk this falling into the hands of governed bureaucracy."
"Precisely," said Bertinelli, now returning his earlier smile of warmth with one of her own before looking back to the hologram.
"We are the proprietors of this venture and I for one will not have my father's efforts sullied due to the incompetence of those who were below him."
The room sat silent for a while all be it the humming of the tiny engine powering the link between them.
"Doctor, is there any chance you can provide us with the results of the trial in some sort of physical format?" The question was asked, but could not be discerned as to whom it came from, “Aaaa former test result, or at the very least an educated guess as to what you think would happen if we were to proceed with the final stages of mass-production now? I think I speak for all of us when I say that we'd all like to start seeing a return on our capital."
Eliza's response was quick and tense. "Uh, well perhaps Dr Zolomon would have a better chance at answering that, Doctor?" She said, turning back to Zolomon who seemed surprised at the invitation.
"Sure, why not," the deep voice sounded, and like with Barry, he began walking forward to the centre focus point where his display would be seen the clearest albeit at a much slower pace than the other two, far more anxious scientists were proceeding. And while Eliza made a dignified retreat past him, the unthinkable happened.
[SLAP!]
The sound echoed all throughout the room, initially shock, then an apparent sense of confusion at the brazenness of what they had all just seen.
Eliza and Barry's bodies flinched visibly, their skin turned a pale white, their faces tensed at the realization that Zolomon had just slapped Eliza's butt cheeks in front of the board and kept on walking like it were no more than a casual high-five amount friends, which it definitely was not.
Darhk clapped his hands together in a jubilant manner. "Hahaa, oh I like him!" The grin he displayed could not be torn away with pliers.
His unexpected enthusiasm brought a small smile to Zamperini's face.
"Yeah, I'd say he has the right amount of poise and confidence." The 55-year-old man nodded in agreeance.
From the corner of his vision, he could see the two women in attendance staring at each other with disgust at his actions and were probably both thinking the same thing: ‘What a fucking pig’.
Slowly, to Eliza's horror, she felt her cheeks turn a slightly darker shade of pink from the stinging sensation. Barry was left dumbstruck as she pulled in beside him, quiet embarrassment flashed across her face, like a pet who had been betrayed by its owner.
"Ehem, good morning all you potential pricks and pussies out there watching in head office," Zolomon began, shocking everyone with his blatant disregard for the status quo, with no lack of timidity insight. "Look, if it's all the same to you tight-asses, I'd rather skip through the complicated shit and get right to the meat and bones of why you're here." He reached his hand into his lab pocket and pulled out 3 cylindrical sliver vials.
Eliza couldn't believe it. What was he doing with those?? When did he even...They'd never intended to use them, in fact, all three of them had agreed prior to coming to this meeting that they would talk the board around into approving the product on Barry's word, not on whatever hair-brained scheme Zolomon was cooking up. Zolomon sighed, clearly not amused at all.
"As you may have guessed, I hold in my hand here 3 of the freshest batches of Velocity serum, created just last night, the Mark 69 rendition in fact."
Darhk raised an eyebrow in bemusement. "Mark 69? That's a little on the nose isn't it."
Zolomon shrugged in response, "Very astute of you there Don Corleone. Call it a happy coincidence if you like," he mocked the mafioso type to not much more than a raised eyebrow out of the man, impressed by his bravado, he allowed him to continue uninterrupted.
"You really wanna see what all your money culminates to?" Zolomon said, almost egging the executives on as he raised his arm up in a sadistic tone all of a sudden.
What happened next was a level of insanity so unexpected, it would've landed a normal person in the insane asylum had they witnessed it.
Out of nowhere, Zolomon flung his arm down onto the nearby desk, snapping the appendage with a loud cracking noise that definitely meant the bone had been broken.
Everyone on both sides of the hologram flinched horrified at this sudden act of self-harm as a loud guttural scream rocked the room.
"Gruaaaaaarrrghh!!! Haaaaaaaa!!!," Zolomon seethed, squeezing his eyes shut from the sheathing pain as he pulled his arm back into view, the damage was worse than anyone thought, his forearm bones had stuck out and tore through his skin on the right side, his arm now looked like a 90-degree angle as blood splattered out like a leaky hose as he dropped to one knee just in time for his hand to hang limply from the appendage that no longer worked.
"Oh my god! Zolomon!" Eliza yelled, still in shock at his insane action as she raced over to him, Barry in tow, "What the fuck!??" Her voice edged along the line of hysterical.
"BACK!" He roared at them and they froze like statues where they stood, starting to tear at his own clothing to show the injury in all its glorious gore, as he could not feel anything.
"Man this guy's a psycho," Darhk exclaimed from the board meetings side of things, a little more excited sounding than he should.
With a tear welling in his eye he looked back to the projector that showed the board on the other side and ragged out the words, "Now..Ric-h Folks...Wat-ch what your fuck-en money's worth..." he exclaimed with manic laughter as he slammed a vial into his knee.
"What the hell are you doing Zolomon?" Barry cried in anger and surprise at his act of deranged violence.
Zolomon licked the trickle of his blood that had splattered across his lips and smiled, "Why, I'm just giving the investors what they want," his tone remained leveled, but was at least coherent as brilliant streaks of blue lighting began sparking and flittering all over his body. His eyes shot open like he were being possessed by some archangel, drawing in a sharp breath he let out an elated scream of delight as the lightning serged all over his body, leaving white light smoke trails behind.
Before the board member's very eyes, the lightning began to coalesce and fused together around his arm in a sort of light cast that dissipated with a soft crackling sound like broken glass. The damage to the man's arm...was completely gone! Even the torn skin where the bone had protruded moments earlier, was healed, with not even a scratch.
Everyone looked on in astonishment, fascinated at what had just transpired, stunned into silence as Zolomon rubbed his eyes and took a second to gather himself.
"Phew!" He exclaimed jovially, "And there you have it. You’re V-69 everybody. He gave a curt little bow. Started to chuckle to himself, "God that’s a rush!"
The board meeting erupted into a congress of applause and one even whistled in elation.
“Bravo! Bravo!” Chimed in Damien Darhk with a quick succession of applause, “I mean I came here today expecting to see something amazing but that just now…wha-hahaow!” He chuckled as his voice strained to make himself heard over the ongoing excited chatter of the board members.
Everyone watched in awe as Barry slowly walked up to Zolomon.
“So this serum, gives you…super-powers?” Said Collins as he took looked on in awe.
"Uh no, no," Barry briefly paused to regain his composure. "The uh, light show you all have just witnessed is the result of a 1 time surge that rapidly preps your body for the concoction's healing effects, it dissipates roughly an hour after injection, though this new rendition may prove to last a little longer..." He could tell this was not the time for another explanation as he took charge of the opportunity given to him by Zolomon.
“Eheem, I think you can all agree that our validity claims on the V project's success are all the more sound now,” Barry stated, stuttering a little.
Zolomon raised an eyebrow in surprise as he listened to the bandied about words of praise.
"Agreed Doctor Allen," Isabel Rochev stated, sitting forward with her fingers interlocked in front of her face. "I believe we can all come to an agreement that this project is ready to proceed. All those in favour, raise your right hand.”
One by one, the board members raised their hands in accordance with Isabel's proposal, until they all unanimously agreed with her and voted to accept the project and to begin public production today, but there was one small exception.
Zamperini...the man who had held up these proceedings for a whole 10 minutes, who had strode in here so casually as if this were no more than a meeting between friends...had not raised his hand...
Eyes glazed over him and the awkward silence had stretched long enough before Ms Rochev spoke up.
"Mr Zamperini? You have an objection?" Sounding suddenly disappointed at the realization.
The 3 scientists looked at him for a moment from the other side of the holo-projection, wondering what was the hold-up. In a condescending tone, Collin Thomas said with a smooth and slightly smug demeanour, "Not getting cold feet are we, old man.
Ignoring the comment and the other eyes on him, he looked to the brilliant minds responsible for this marvel and prepared to explain his hesitation.
"Doctors, you say this rendition was only created last night, is that the truth?" The casual question was asked with no sense of urgency.
Zolomon cocked his head slightly to the side, perplexed, as if this hadn't already been explained to everyone in attendance. "Yes? You've just witnessed yourself what the product's revolutionary abilities can do sir?"
"I see, and how do you feel now?" Asked the older man.
"I'm sorry?" Zolomon asked again, suddenly questioning the man.
"How do you feel now?" He repeated.
"I…" Zolomon paused for a moment to gather himself. "I feel pretty damn good actually, I feel kinda...stimulated actually," He held out his hands in front of him and balled them into fists, clenching the muscles in his biceps.
"Why do you ask?"
You would have missed it if you weren't paying attention, but both Ms Rochev and Bertinelli caught on to what the older man was hinting towards. As the unmistakable sense of a hard-on began building under Zolomon's jeans.
"Call it intuitive caution. In the 30 years I have dabbled in the field of pharmaceuticals, I have rarely encountered a product as groundbreaking as the one you have proposed here to us today that doesn't produce any...side effects," Zamperini replied, like a school teacher on the last lecture of the day.
"Side effects?" Someone questioned, "What kind of side effects?"
“Well…This is a very...unique...experiment, one that I would hope wouldn't doesn't backfire on us if we make this decision as a whole," he said matter-of-factly.
"For one thing we don't even know how this serum works on women, or children," the grey-haired man brought up a good point. "You claim this will replicate cells on a rapid rate, correct Dr Harmon," he turned his attention to the only female on the other side of the blue sci-fi trope.
"Yes?" she replied earnestly.
"Then how do you know for certain that the procedure won't affect the reproductive cells in a person's body? What if a man can no longer produce spermatozoids? Or what if he can no longer ejaculate correctly?" Slowly, the hands began dropping in the room, as expected, "And God help everyone in this room if a pregnant woman were to take a single dosage and anything happened to her unborn child...Where do you think the blame for that would go?"
The three scientists looked at each other with new scepticism, even Barry, who had found out first-hand that the cellular restriction of his own sperm had greatly improved last night when between shooting his load into his dimensional daughter and new fiancée countless times last night, had no answer for how this serum would affect a woman. The only test subject he could possibly think of would have to be Blackstar, and she had taken off before Barry could possibly even conceive asking her such a thing, not that she would answer mind you, besides, she had taken an older rendition of the serum, and not this new, improved one that was infused with parts of Nora's speedster DNA.
"And then on top of that, there's the concern of the dark matter mutation you are utilising to transform these cells. What dark matter potency are you running at if I may ask?" The old man asked further.
"Um, I believe that we are running at an 80% purity rate," Isabel said, answering for the stunned scientists her eyes darted to him around the room.
"An 80% pure dosage residual dark matter injected directly into the bloodstream without knowing if the cells will stabilise?" Mr Zamperini pointed out. "What if your treatment, Doctors, creates a whole new wave of Meta-Humans? You said it yourselves, your looking to mutate cells, you don't think that could pose problems if someone with a dormant Meta-Gene were injected?"
The others nodded in agreement.
For the first time all morning, Barry was left speechless.
"Truthfully, we do not know," he said quite clearly.
"Then I'm afraid,” he said, beginning to stand as if he intended to walk out. “That without an answer to such a pertinent question. I cannot in good conscious give my seal of approval to this project without proper results."
Both Eliza and Ms Rochev looked pale and deeply shaken.
"Uh!" The CEO immediately turned her attention to the scientists, "Doctors, I believe that what Mr Zamperini's trying to say here is, is there any way you could give us a more...visual showcase of this product's abilities?"
Eliza was surprised to hear this, "Our ability, as doctors...is to safely treat medical conditions using our intuitions, we would not subject ourselves to such a sho-"
But before she could even finish, Zolomon, with his newly enhanced speed, injected both Barry and Eliza before they could even feel the rush of air he created around them.
"What a great idea..." Zolomon said jovially, looking at what he had just done with slight amusement.
The shock was immediate, as the surge of titillating fire the pair felt as the healing chemicals began mixing into their system and the pain of the tiny needle that had pierced them was so inconsequentially small compared to the all-consuming mammoth aura of warmth the serum imbued itself into them.
Barry's head flew up and then back down, but this time, he held it in place. His eyes flickered tiny jolts of blue lighting behind his iris, then as he turned to see Eliza was undergoing the same treatment, those same eyes revealed his face was a perfect mirror to his partner's. Barry grabbed her hand to help her through the process, but the instant they were able to find their own pace and rhythm he released it, as both new subjects let out a large gasp of air, winded from the experience.
What happened next was very unclear to all of those spectating, the three seemed to speed up and then stop and then speed up again, the effect was like something you'd see if a movie had been sped up, only at 250x the rate of what was considered 'normal'.
It was difficult to tell through the blue of the holo display, but it seemed all 3 figures that were enveloped in a haze of flashing lightning blue, were still in perfect focus on the screen and began to surge themselves all at the same time into various positions, when suddenly, a bright blue particle explosion bloomed onto the see-through screen and abruptly, all presnet felt a slight tremor under their chairs from the floor below, the feed between science lab and board room was severed.
"Hello?" Isabel asked in bewildered surprise. "Dr Allen? Can you hear us there?"
No response, just brilliant particle animations, similar to static on an old school television.
"What just happened?" Said Malcolm Merlyn, "What's wrong with the feed?"
"Relax Mr Merlyn," said the voice of Isabel Rochev from beside him, "You need not worry yourself, I thought something like this may happen." Not sure if her bluff would hold, “That is why I insisted with the Doctors we show this presentation today via this new Holo-Projector.”
“You have the ability to play whatever happened there back?” Asked Helena.
“Of course,” said Rochev.
“Then by all means,” Damien Darhk added, “I don't take kindly to suspense, play it back already!”
She looked around the room and caught several other members all nodding their heads which included Collins and Zamperini, each displaying far more professional restraint than the other men in the room were currently showing.
She tapped the desk in front of her and the projector began to run back its captured footage, “Oh my, seems there’s quite a large amount of time passed here,” she said, flicking her finger over the glass in a rewind motion.
“What do you mean time?” Asked Collin, “It was like 5 seconds ago?”
“Accelerated feedback Mr Thomas,” she said without looking up at him. “This technology was created by Dr Allen and has the capability to replay events captured at incredibly slow speeds.”
“Well that’s mighty convenient,” Darhk said to Zamperini. “Almost like he expected things would go tits up wouldn’t you say?”
The shot was meant to rile up Rochev but if it did, it didn’t show.
“Oh leave her be Damien,” answered Zamperini in place of Rochev. “Give them the benefit of the doubt, would you. You wouldn’t want to be too hasty like the last time we were together, would you?”
Before he could answer that, the Holo-projection solidified into a cluster of solid models again.
“There! Got it,” The female voice said as everyone began observing the screen.
“Playback goes back about an hour and 20 minutes, quite the impressive lot of time to be squeezed into 4 or 5 real-time seconds.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” said Bertinelli companionably, “What I could do with 4 or 5 seconds at that speed…” The question came off overtly sexual and caught the attention of the men in the room, who smiled lewd thoughts at the comment.
“Can you program the feed to show only the highlights?" Merlyn said. "I don’t want to sit around for an hour and a half just to watch a gaggle of nerds argue over ethical uses of a 20,000,000 dollar investment.”
“Of course,” she replied. “We're running at 1,000x slower speed than what we're currently perceiving right now, annnd there they are.”
Everyone turned their attention to the display.

* * *

Now perceivable seconds after the injection, Eliza was the first to rush up, streaks of brilliant blue lightning tailed behind her and in a microsecond, she held Zolomon by the scruff of his collar.
"What the fucking hell did you just do to me you idiot!?" She barked angrily at the grinning man.
"Relax will ya," said Zolomon in an almost inaudible tone, clearly trying to conceal this conversation from the board, "Do you want them to burn this project down? They're about 5 seconds away from cancelling all our hard work, so I gave us some more time."
“Like hell you did! We-” she paused, feeling slightly hot from the sensation bubbling in her veins. “We-arh, You can't just go around injecting people without their consent! Not to mention we have no fucking idea how this version will react with organic tissue!” she wailed for a moment, "It's so… Aaah-powerful, I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't-”
She felt Zolomon's hand wrap around her hip and pull her into a soft kiss on her neck, "Forget that shit, baby," He said into her hair, "We're having a little taste of real power and besides, I’ve seen the way you act around me,” he said as his hand caressed her backside.
Eliza stared at him uncomprehendingly, feeling his hot breath on her neck. She had to give him credit, he was a good kisser, and she had to snap out of it.
"No!" she tried to protest weakly, still facing Zolomon, "Barry! Tell him he's insane! Tell him we have to-"
"He right Eliza,” Barry said simply, shocking Harmon into silence.
"Wha-What are you talking about, the...uhhhh...but the board?"
"The board will play this back at a slower rate as is standard in most rooms, and as much as I hate to admit it, Zolomon's right. You heard Rochev, she's basically whoring us out to impress those airheads up there," Barry replied, laughing softly at the situation as Eliza turned to see he had already removed his lab coat and approached her from the rear.
"Airhead huh," Collin, watching the video, mused annoyed at the comment but kept watching the monitor as the muddled Zolomon kissed the other side of Eliza's neck, drawing a sharp moan out of the woman.
At that moment, there, like a delectable slice of ham sandwiched between the two men, it became clear to her that this was the explanation for Dr Allen's bizarre attitude all morning long, he had been waiting for this, maybe not this scenario exactly but something similar! A chance to test out his creation first-hand! She turned her head and saw the expression of pure lust on the clean-cut man's face and knew the truth. Barry must've felt it too, he was grinning as he slid his hand around the front of her chest and cupped her covered breasts with tender enthusiasm, while Zolomon grabbed both her lower cheeks and spread them apart, allowing the man behind to rub his covered shaft up and down along the crease of her crack.
"Barry you...awwh..you p-planned this?...You-wanted to know what...it feels like to-"
"Just say the word Eliza, and I'll go easy on you," Barry said with a seductive whisper into her right ear, as she felt Zolomon’s fingers slid between her rapidly wetting thighs.
"And if you don't," the forward man's hot breath came gushing over her left ear, "You get me...and I promise you, I won't be gentle with your ass," he said with a scarily deep voice, ending in a devilish smirk.
"Oh my..." A voice watching said.
"I...i..." Eliza trailed off, his fingers had just begun to caress her, electrifying her body and causing her pulsing vulva to tingle and throb with delight. "I-I want..."
Zolomon panted as he gripped her hair back in a fist and tugged her down so she could see Barry's head behind her, before she could say anything, he kissed her delicately, a faint thought of his time in the elevator ride up here with Ms Bertinelli not half an hour ago, flew across his mind just as he squeezed down on both her nipples hard, stimulating him even further.
With a gasp Eliza let out a loud shriek, she felt Barry let go and tear her blouse open with swift animal intensity.
"Say it Harmon," Zolomon's voice was strained as he bit at her brassiere, finally dipping it away with some coordinated help from Barry behind, "Say it!"
A small gulp could be seen going down the girl's throat before finally she flung her head back up, both their poles sheathed in their pants rubbing at both her lower entrances.
"Fine! Fuck me then, both of you! Let's give these money men a real show!”
Maybe in another lifetime, Eliza Harmon would have used this opportunity to become the ‘lady speedster’ self-nicknamed ‘Trajectory’ for personal gain, a thrill-seeking psychopath whose legacy was written as one who cared for no one but herself in the halls of the flash museum where, ironically, that otherwise self-serving trait would go on to be the key in helping Nora-West Allen defeat the evil Speedster known as Godspeed before coming here.
But this reality was not that one.
In this world, were it not for the intervention of Queen Consolidated's talent scouts taking notice of her prowess, she could have just as easily gone down that road. And if not that, her slender appearance could have just as easily landed her a position as a swimsuit model given her combination of beauty and curves the scientist managed to sport a pair of the biggest tits that either Barry or Zolomon had ever witnessed. Two full D-cups by an easy margin, it was ironically clear that she had been lucky enough to win big in the genetic lottery.
As easy as it would be to get lost simply staring at her mind-numbingly large breasts all day, Zolomon wasn't a man to lose out on an opportunity as grand as this. Reaching towards her chest, the arrogant man clearly was more interested in getting his large hand around her perfectly shaped melons. He had no chance in the world of squeezing the entire massive globes, and even he had to use a good deal of his arm strength to simply lift the massive tit. With a decent squeeze, Zolomon groped the brunette before he leant in, and finally decided to go for the real prize.
Eliza was ready and matched his intensity move for move, her lips were softer than the most tender marshmallow kiss either could possibly describe and she slid her lips apart as his tongue pushed past, penetrating the space inside her mouth. Their wet muscles lapped and danced around each other as they each tasted and felt the other, uniting their minds from the fabric of sanity as passion took them under the sea of no return.
As Eliza was breathing in a kiss of vitality with Zolomon, Barry chose to bide his time by massaging her surprisingly thick ass. Despite the fact that Zolomon was an unbearable prick most of the time, he showed some ability to share the attention of the gorgeous woman because, after a good 30 seconds of passionate spit swapping, Zolomon pulled his lips from Eliza and slapped her across the face severely, grabbing her cheeks and smushing them to face his cohort.
As Barry went in for the kiss, he too then reached his own hands around her body, fingers roamed the flat of her stomach before getting his own chance to cradle her pillowy tits in both hands. The sensation drove Harmon to the brink of breath and at that moment, neither of the professionals in the room knew whether or not she was gonna cum right there and then. After all, who knows how organic speedster DNA would affect the serum since the last rendition they'd made? This was all uncharted territory thanks to a certain little caramel treat from the year 2049.
Reaching down with a hand on her throat, Hunter choked the fem scientist with fierce intensity as he dragged her gaze around to look at him. Only an inch apart now, his eyes were frightfully wide. “I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be a slobbering, grovelling, degraded filthy-whore by the time I'm done with you, only good for the sweet release of my boiling hot cum!” Hunter menaced, clenching his fist around her arm."
“Tsk, tsk hunter-” a suddenly cocky Eliza retorted through the choking pressure crushing down on her neck, the effects of the V-69 serum beginning to show a visual shift in personality. “Threaten me, *long gasp* with a good tiiime will you? Well then, Let’s see...if you can live up to that promis-” His hands clamped down to the point she could no longer speak.
"On your knees, now," was Barry's words as Eliza's gaze met the other man's before she nodded in sudden obedient response. And in the same motion, her head also turned to the right, and for just a moment, Zolomon's eyes seemed to blacken out and the effect became even more unnerving once his voice abruptly turned from normal to a deep frightening animalistic echo before both turned back to normal.
"Yeeessss, I Agreee, make this truly fun for meee…”
Feeling too flustered in the moment to linger over this development, Harmon did as they asked and slowly dropped to her knees, dragging her hands down each of the men's chests who stood opposite each other on her left and right sides.
Before she knew it, both of their erections sprang out in front of her face on either side. Both were a good size, Zolomon's hung about 7 inches at its thickest point while Barry's was an easy 8 length-wise. In a stupor, she looked up at them, her pupils dilating from the light above her, as if they were suddenly drawn to the two towering shadowy figures standing above her now before she turned back to the meaty poles before her.
"I...i..." Uttered her smooth feminine voice very softly.
Unthinkingly, she found her hands had wrapped themselves around the cocks in front of her, her fingers curling around the masses, her crouching legs coming closer together as her head began to lower towards the flesh poles between their legs.
Be it personal preference or just because she found it easier to work with him, Eliza reached out her mouth to encase Barry's large member, the head was just inches away from her lips when the brunette felt a pair of hands grab her head and in an instant, she was yanked away and felt her mouth penetrated forcefully by the meaty pole opposite her.
The kickback rush of air in her face made her blink violently before her eyes met Zolomon's furious staring as he began pushing a good 3 inches of his swollen shaft in and out of her mouth.
She felt a very weird sense of limbo begin to overtake her, an inevitability of being used by these men under the circumstances, swallowing a meaty cock had never been so foreign to her before, being as how it had been so long since she and Ronnie had done anything together, yet she was strangely looking forward to the chance to show off her wild side again, more to herself than anyone else.
She felt a tingle inside of her mouth as her throat stretched to accommodate Zolomon's girth, while at the same time she began stroking Barry's pole with her still grasping hand. She was learning to embrace this new sensation deep down inside of her sternum and gave her tongue the freedom to explore the men's dick in front of her with ravenous lust.
"Mhmm, that's right Princess! Suck that fucking dick," Zolomon said through a gasp of elation.
She had a right mind to bite his cock off for that comment, but at that moment, she just, couldn't seem to make it matter enough as the genius had her eyes sealed closed, slowly mapping out the vibrations in her throat and jaw. Even now her curious mind could not help itself but wonder if that throbbing in her brain was due to the sight of seeing this ass's cock sticking in and out of her mouth, or was it due to her own unique reaction to the V-69 serum?
Either way, she could feel that Hunter was not long for restraint, and was having a hell of a time keeping his raging cock from unleashing a blast of hot cum down her throat. And just as she thought the moment was upon her, she heard a voice from above her.
"Zolomon," It was Barry, "You just gonna poke and prod her all day like that or are you gonna move your white ass over and let me have a go?" It came out far more ravenous and commanding than he had seemed a moment ago.
“What? Now why the fuck would I do that?” Zolomon hissed in response, not slowing his rapacious pace on the woman's face, over and over and over again he pounded forward into her gullet, like she were no more than an interactive sex doll.
"Because that wasn't a request, pull out, now, I won't ask again,” Barry replied, the threat hung in the air between them like lingering cobra venom, Zolomon stared at him right in the eye, and only a mirth-filled grin appeared across his face in reply.
They never figured out what it was exactly but Zolomon did eventually yield his position under Barry's new change in attitude, maybe he saw something behind his eyes, which reminded the man a little of himself in Barry, and not wanting to halt using and abusing the gorgeous Eliza. He decided to oblige.
"Fine then, she's all yours,” He said, practically on fire with resentment, as he slid his wet cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. “Take her, toss her around, fuck her up against a wall, whatever you like." He said it so callously, that it sent a shiver up Eliza's backside. "But do not make me regret this Barr, I've waited too long to finally get my hands on this slut.”
"You call me that again," Barry snapped, "And she won't be the one I'm fucking up against a wall believe me!" Blue sparks zapped inside his hate-filled eyes.
"Thaaat's it," Zolomon egged on, "Get mad, get mad like a real man, get in there Barry, show her who's boss," He tilted his head back to the woman drooling on the ground, "And fuck her like she's never been fucked before!"
Barry scoffed at his unnecessary guidance, he hadn't forgotten the things Zolomon had done in the past, "I'm not you Zolomon," he shot him a warning glance, "And I never will be."
With her tongue still hanging out limply and her gorgeous eyes staring up at the man standing over her, Barry found it incredibly hard not to be so enticed by the sight of this open-mouthed nympho. His hips continued to move, as he parted her soft lips with the tip of his cock. He plunged into the woman's warm mouth for a moment before exhaling a gasp of relief, placing his hand on the back of her head. "Oh ssshit!" Barry said with such sudden glee, he barely realised he spoke at all.
"Mmmm,” Eliza cooed on his cock, spit gathering at the sides of her mouth, like a tap down a drain.
“Fuck that's so hot!” Barry exclaimed, having completely forgone any remnants of usual sense and reason that usually accompanied his character.
"There you go, mmm, push that dick down her throat," Zolomon's creepy encouragement didn't register with either of the other two until Eliza felt a presence behind her that she hadn't noticed before. Zolomon now stood behind the dick-taking Harmon and proceeded to forcibly push the back of her head down onto Barry's groin.
"Damn man!" Barry shouted, feeling his cockhead scrap past her tonsils, more than a little horrified, his cock slipped out of Eliza's mouth and onto her coughing face.
“You fucker!” She shouted back at him.
"Ah quit your whining, Not my fault if your the only dick-gobbling whore in this dump!" He said, not really caring, he continued to grope her sexually. "Now put him back in, and do be quick about it."
Before she had a chance to retort Hunter angled her head back up with Barry's length and slammed her face back down onto it again, eliciting a surprised grunt from the beautiful woman in question. The wet sounds that filled the room as Eliza took the entire length in her mouth only amplified Barry and Hunter's desires to be the dominant male in control.
Eliza's eyes began watering up in obvious ecstasy, every part of her body tingled as she popped her head off of Barry's prick and suckered right back on Zolomon's for a rapid number of bobs and began gagging as she pushed his cock as far down her neck as she possibly could from the precarious angle she was in.
“Glllkk...gwwkkkk...ggllkkk,” Eliza partialled gagged with every thrust as his cock felt warmer and warmer on her tongue, each time she pulled off the dick she kept gagging uncontrollably on, she drew even more spit and saliva from her open mouth, her mouth constantly sucking up saliva as she sucked in another gasp of air.
Barry just got harder and harder, and continued to push deeper every time she vaulted back to his shaft, a chorus of noise, from Eliza to Barry then back to Zolomon then back to Barry again began mixing with the sound of his balls slapping up against her chin. But whose balls they belonged to became increasingly difficult to distinguish.
Just when the men thought she couldn't move another inch, Eliza changed the dynamic entirely by popping off and stroking both so fast there would be friction burn marks on both for days.
"Fuuuck I'm gonna cum,” Barry shouted, and so did Zolomon, forcing the two of them even closer together, as she continued her wonderfully untraditional blowjob, bringing Zolomon along for the ride.
Before either of the men could realize what the both of them were feeling, they were suddenly side by side in front of the busty scientist and to their surprise, she had forced both of their cocks into her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Zolomon exclaimed, but he did not withdraw his shaft.
Eliza moaned in pleasure as she threw her head back and tried to get all the cock she could onto her tongue at once.
"My my...Quite the naughty little slut you are Ms Harmon,” Barry said, feeling a mix of his shaft rubbing against Zoloman's and the wet insides of her checks holding the two men's heads in as her tongue lashed and swirled all around the tip of their penises.
Eliza then managed to reach around Barry and Zolomon's back and pushed them closer to her with one hand each, and the message was definitely received.
"Phuuck'en cmmm ig meh shvulttty murf ou dixks!" Eliza gurgled through the obstruction lodged deep in each cheek, trying not to choke on the building spit crescendoing at the back of her throat.
Not looking at each other or wanting to waste any more time, both men, grabbed her head at different parts, Barry grasped around her cranium while Zolomon did the most dickish thing he could possibly do with the space he had left and pinched her nose closed with one hand and placed the other firmly on the back her skull so that she could do nothing else but accept his cum like a proud drunken whore when the time came.
Finally, moving on the same page, the two men ripped her back so that her neck was flush with their bodies, and thrust forwards into her face like machine pistons in unison, Zolomon and Barry slammed down into her mouth over and over again while she desperately began gulping up for any air that may be lucky enough trickle through the cracks.
“Gwwkkkk….ruulllkkkkph, Hrummph...grrruuuuerk!!” Eliza gagged as tears welled up in her reddening eyes from the vicious face fucking they were doling out in her.
"Fuuuuck!!! TAKE IT!!!" Zolomon roared as he blew his first burning load into her throat, gripping her head with both hands.
"Haaaaaahooooh!" With a lasting thrust, Barry too let out a long shout as he blasted his steaming load into her orifice at the same time, sending shockwaves of his hot, warm cum all down Eliza's throat and right into the depths of her stomach.
"Hrugh!!!” Eliza retched hard, chest spasming from the drowning amount of cum being poured down her throat, but she realised there was a problem, she could vaguely recall from her sex ed days in high school that men, in general, can produce anywhere between 2 to 5 millilitres of semen in a normal load each time they ejaculate. But this...whatever the Velocity serum had down to these males' reproductive systems...it felt far more than that...more like a whole litre, possibly 2 litres by now, and it wasn't showing any signs of stopping anytime soon.
As more and more cum spilled out of their seemingly never-ending supply, Eliza could feel her throat swelling up and her insides being stretched to the point that they felt like they may burst at any moment! She began to panic as they just kept coming and coming to the point she could no longer even take in the tiniest of fractures of oxygen she had been able to suck in before, as their spunk swelled her stomach with a visible bump and it even began building up within her closed-up nostrils.
Thinking quickly, she pushed the men out of her opening with a strong heave and fell forward retching and gasping for air as an ungodly amount of white and pink semen began spewing out of her nose and mouth and onto the floor. The smell of bile and vomit stung the air around them all as Eliza floundered for breath.
*Burrrp! Bllaahff!!!* Eliza hurled and projectile blasted large globs of jizz out of her belly and onto the ground with every forceful cough and spasm that rippled through her lungs.
Meanwhile, Barry and Zolomon watched on with obscure detachment, finding themselves fascinated at the remarkable display of upchuck in a brief state of assisted post-coital come down as the woman before the began to breathe at a more regular pace, her head was still turned downwards, her hair covering her face.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright Eliza!?" Barry asked, suddenly a little concerned at the horror in front of him, this was nothing like last night with Nora and Blackstar, never before had he witnessed a sight like the vile, contemptuous, inhuman sight before him. "I...I have no idea what came over me, I...would never-"
But to both of their sudden stupefactions, Eliza was...cackling? A tiny chuckle, before drawing in a sharp audible breath. "Haa...haaa..he-he...hehe...mooore...I...I wanted mooore! Muheheheheee," A voice that was not her own spoke up with frightening intensity through a quickly drawn spasmatic breath.
"Ms Harmon? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did we...did we hurt you in any way?" Croaked Barry, seemingly alarmed now by a change he had noticed that no one else had.
Eliza was silent for a moment before the chuckling continued.
"Eheheheeee...Elizaaa? Ohhh haehehehe...Eliza's on sabbatical honey...Ehehehehe, you can call me~!!" Her head flung up jaggedly and revealed a slightly bloated face from beneath hair spit sainted hair, demented teary eyes sparked from blue to menacing red electricity behind them, staring widely at both men in front of her, red puffy cheeks gave away the tell-tale signs of adrenalized blood that pumped below, and there was a rather unsettling smear of white semen that had exploded out in the upchuck that now took on the shape of a large grin plastered across her face.
"...Call me, Trajectoryyy..." The new name was said with seductive softness, and her eyes began to sparkle again, red this time as she continued to chuckle lewdly through another breath, desperate exhale.
"Where has Eliza gone?" Barry asked cautiously, not entirely sure how to proceed here.
"What did you do with her?" He asked as equally gently as he did the previous question.
The woman knelt in front of them now gave another tiny psycho giggle before answering, "Oooh I didn't do anything, sheee's here," She tapped her temple. "Locked away like I was...hmhmhm…*Burp*" The little cackel and quick cum-burp sent a chill up Barry's spine this new persona's gaze flickered between he and Zolomon.
"Okayy, here's the dealio, I've been watching you two this whole time you know, and I just gotta say...way to leave a girl super unimpressed boys," she leered widely at them both. "I really, and I mean I really, thought you two were going to be something special, you know, given how highly Lizzy thinks of the pair of you both, but alas, here you stand, dicks out, like a pair of fucking chemically inert imbeciles, well, fuck me for hoping, right!" She threw her hands up in a disappointed heap before they fell back in her lap.
"Really now?" Zolomon interjected, a little wounded obviously at the remark but he hid it well through a smirk.
"Oh yeeeah, especially you Hunter, I mean what's with all the fuckin delicacy, huh?" She muttered the last few words with sarcastic humour. "Must be my fault for being such an attractive specimen, yeah?" She gestured to her body and all its curvaceous wonder.
"But I digress, see, I've watched and watched and watched from behind Lizzy's eyes for years, her whole life, everysingle boy and girl she's ever encountered, and not even that Ronnie guy she was with for over a year seemed worth the effort of holding my interest...hmm, yet she wonders why she came home only to find him up to the balls deep in another woman with white hair..." she pouted and looked to the side, seeming to be drifting off now.
"Anyway, here I was thinking Lizzy would FINALLY get herself in on a good fucking..." She leered at Barry as she finally regained her composure, "And I'd finally be able to break out and have a little fun in her place ya know...hehe...I mean I have your little concoction to thank for that boys, well done," she clapped slowly, like a disapproving parent who's kid had shown them a drawing of a trip to the moon.
"Ah well, guess we all have to be good at something right?" Her tone turned mocking now, "Because you both certainly don't know how to show a woman a good time I can teeell you that much." Her eyes winded momentarily as if issuing a challenge as she got to her feet.
Zolomon's eyebrow twitched in anger, "Oh? That right?"
"Oh yes, Mr Zolomon I've seen how you stare at Lizzy's ass for quite a while now and I gotta admit, ya get an impossible chance to have it all to yourself and you go and fuck it up by playing half-time chump with this guy over here?" She gestured to Barry on the left as her lips raised up a fraction in a smirk, "How does that feel Zolomon? I mean for christ's sake, whatever happened to a little chivalry between a man and a woman? fancy blowing your load in a girl's mouth before you've even attempted to eat some pussy out. Guess it's true what they say then I suppose, small minds do come with small dicks, huh?"
Zolomon's eyes widened in surprise, his hands balled up into tight fists as he charged forward in a paroxysm of jealousy at the revelation.
"But, oh well," She turned her attention away from the man's iron, seeming to find something really interesting in a vial on the tabletop behind her, looking more closely, Barry could see it was one of the new V-69 injection cylinders. She twirled it between her fingers playfully.
"Now that I'm out, I'm free, free to run, fight..." She fixed her eyes on the men from her turned position. "...Fuck...whoever I want," she came to lean on in a most inviting pose at the edge of a table. She looked back smugly at the two men. "Hell, I might even be able to fuck just about every man and teen in the city before tomorrow with the powers you two have so foolishly given me," She shrugged cold shoulders. "Totally could if I wanted to, nothing they could do about it either, except curl up like the cumless bitches all men are after I've raced through their homes and fucked them in front of their wives and girlfriends before they even knew what was happening."
She tilted her head, "Unless of course..." She spread one leg apart, "You two were to try and stop me?" She spread her covered pussy as if she were reenacting the famous scene from 'Basic Instincts.' Definitely issuing a challenge now.
Zolomon's eager voice rang out from beside him as he patted a companionable hand on Barry's shoulder, suddenly reminding the scientist he was there. "You heard her Barr, don't just stand there like a chemically inert imbecile, we have a city to 'save," he chuckled loosely at the thought of such a thing.
"Well then, you Terrorious Trajectory!" Zolomon suddenly pronounced his words with reinvigorated prowess. "Why don't you come over here, and I'll fill you up with the thick dosage of justice you so rightly deserve," the phrasing was so cringy, but his voice turned abruptly savage with predatory intent as he advanced towards the female currently splayed out against the metal surface behind her.
"Uh, uh, uhhh, Professor Zoomy Zolomon," she wagged a finger playfully going along with whatever form of superhero foreplay these two were attempting to rile each other up with, "If you want this ass," She slapped her cheeks, "You're going to have to catch me, hehe," The cum stained grin went from ear to ear as she said it.
Zolomon didn't waste a single second. He sprinted forward in a bright blast of blue electricity, careening at top speeds right for the female in the red electricity just as she too took off running in the same direction ahead of Zolomon.
"Wait! No!" Barry yelled out, holding out his hands to hopefully try and quell the two amped-up superhumans but frightening displays of red and blue-coloured light engulfed everything around him before anything could be done.
Thinking quickly, Barry sprinted using his own new temporary spread towards the 'Cummer' in a vain effort to protect their creation, just in time too as when he slowed to a stop, he found himself locked hard, suddenly flying through the air as one of the pair must have run into him at top speeds, likely culprit being Zolomon of course, his eyes flickering as he tried to process what was happening. The small pain he felt when he landed was brief, but fuck did it hurt.
"Arrrgh!" He writhed in agony on the floor next to the wall he had hit.
Back in the centre of the room, the light show had come to an abrupt close as Zolomon appeared to have caught the accusing temp-speedster red-handed. Quite literally in fact, as it appeared the remaining clothes between Zolomon and Eliz...Trajectory, had burnt away from the friction, leaving their pinned naked forms interlaced in the middle of the room.
No longer thinking at regularly perceived senses, the new self-named Trajectory, tired from that little run at speeds no human should ever have been able to achieve, grasped what she could of Zolomon's sweaty face and kissed him passionately the way he had kissed Harmon minutes before their time, bringing his hands up to cup her freshly exposed breasts in her hands and squeezing them with a crazed vigour, sending shockwaves of exhilaration through her chest.
"M-Ms Eliza, I...I'm no longer sure we should continue this..." Barry said stammered, slowly getting up and looking up and down at the newly adorned woman in front of him, who was now practically drooling with delight at the attention she had gotten from the two of them. "The serum seems to have affected your neural pathways, we need to run some tests immedi-"
"Aaahhhh~!" Her eyes fluttered as Zolomon's brutal intentions came to fruition, just as he zoomed behind her and heaved her back against his chest. His erect cock lay upwards along the crease of her butt cheeks and a hand choked her around the neck as his other fingers dived into her moist lips, flicking and vibrating as she moaned at every movement he made inside her moist cunt.
“Mmm...God Fucking Damn!” As his hand struck, Trajectory swore in the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. “Do that again! Mmm! You miserable excuse for a man!” She moans slowly as sweat began to bead down her forehead.
It was clear Zolomon wanted to prove the newly lost Eliza wrong and fuck this Trajectory right in her ass but for whatever reason, Barry kept shaking a discouraging signal at him, likely thinking that Zolomon's unwise shenanigans could do some irreparable damage to Ms Harmon's body, not to mention her newly acquired fragile mindset aswell.
His teeth bit gently into the flesh of her neck in protest and in one swift motion, zipped both he and her back, right in front of Barry.
"Zolomon! What on earth do you think your-" The brown-haired man said in surprise. The strangled girl in front of him had her eyes shut and her head tilted back, muffling excited gasps of air.
"You wanna run some tests Barr?" The taller man said, "Fine then, time for a test of strength, grab her legs, lift her with me."
"Are you fucking braindead Zolomon? No way, we need to stop this, find out what's wrong with her maybe find a way to reverse whatever we've done to her," The burly paused as he looked at the now bruised and bloodied Zolomon. Clearly, the foreplay had gotten a little too rough in that little run-around the lab.
"Don't be a fucking pussy Allen, you heard her, if she gets out, she'll burn this city to the ground, think of how bad the cities pornography industry will suffer if literally every male organ is rendered bone dry."
"I think you're missing the point," said Barry dryly, to which Zolomon merely shrugged, "Whatever, just help me here will ya."
Before anything could be said on her part, the hand around her neck released its tight grasp, only to be replaced by a quadruple pairing of strong arms that forcefully heaved her legs up in the air above their heads.
"Whoa!" Trajectory managed to squeeze out with genuine surprise as she was hoisted up above the two men, "Now that's more like it!" Her crazy giggling was mirrored by her scrabbling for a moment, she desperately clawed for something to hold onto to steady herself, eventually settling on Barry's head for balance. She could feel her calves straining under the straightening of their upward movement, but she held no complaints. If anything, her intrigue seemed to peek as she held herself split above the two below in an almost elegant swan pose like a ballerina performing the splits.
"What are you planning to doooOOOOHHH," Trajectory's voice crescendoed to a sharp pitch as she felt both Hunter and Barry's steaming wet tongues stick into both of her holes, pleasure shot through her like a bullet as Barry took the front and Zolomon the back in an utterly unimaginable nerve provoking pleasure spike, staking from the edges of her brain all the way to the tips of her toes.
It was becoming a regular facet of this day, but she had never felt anything quite like this before, she could hardly keep her eyes open and the only thing she was aware of was the sound of her own body heaving and trembling in their grasp as they slinked and shot their moist muscles up into her nether regions.
"OH, DEAR...GO-OOOD!" Trajectory screamed, "FUCK~THAT'S IIIT! YEEEAH!" She saw flashes of light behind her eyelids as she came hard and fast, squeezing down on Barry's skull but still retaining enough control over herself not to fall off her 6-foot suspension point. She coiled from the cumming but the men did not cease their slippery assault, their intense hunger still not satiated, her taste was an eclectic blend of sweet and savoury.
"Come on you two, really get in there! Eat my fucking slutty pussy and tiny little ass! Ohh shit!" Her eyes remained shut as her high-pitched whine rocked the lab around them as her body tightened in tumescent suspense.
"OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK'N FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!" She cried out again as finally, after what felt like an eternity of build-up, shattered what little mind she had left into a burst of bubbling, spitting, erupting pleasure as her orgasm shot off like a fire-hose of juices that glazed Barry's face in what was obviously the most powerful squirt Eliza or this Trajectory had ever emitted, before long, it looked like he had just pulled his head out from underwater, not a fraction of him left uncovered by her female cum.
His new blown-back hair looked like a comical joke as he sputtered and spat out the large amounts that had landed in his mouth and up his nose. And as he did, he let go of her to wipe his face, leaving only Hunter to hold her up.
"Baa-mmba-BARRY!!" For just a moment, Barry thought it might have been the real Eliza Harmon trying to break through this new woman's control of her body from the pure incoherent delight in the wake of such an exceptional feet. But slowly, bit by bit it was becoming apparent that the woman formerly known as Eliza Harmon, was losing herself to the unexpected effects of the drug she had had a part in creating.
Eventually, Zolomon let her down gently, and as the still groaning Trajectory's feet touched the ground in front of him and tried to stand up straight, it became obvious rather quickly that she could no longer stand. The last ounce of strength left in her was gone and she had to rely on Zoloman's help to stay upright, a fact she soon realised she would soon come to regret.
As he moved backwards, causing her to fall from where she stood, into a crescent C-shape, held up only by her feet and hands which now rest only about a foot apart from each other. All things considered, she looked very flexible in this position.
"Z-z-z-olooo-mo-mon?" She strained hard to get the words out, perhaps they came from Eliza? And then again, perhaps not? Either way, it took all her strength and willpower to hold the position as well as she did. "W-w-w-wha-t are yooou?"
"Don't worry about IT! Huaah," Zolomon said, shoving his dick straight down her gullet for the second time.
"HUrghpf!" She gagged and nearly bit down on the entire 7-inched impaler as he shot right past her uvula and down her throat, the clear signs that Trajectory was now fully in control before his balls slapped her over the nose and eyes, he leaned forward and grabbed her tits, pulling back a bit so that he could go back in.
"HUUUNGGHHH!" Trajectory gagged, spit-covered strains spluttered down her upsidedown face and covered her eyes, blinding her, and even with the fact that she was obviously gagging, Zolomon did not care. He could fell, no, he could see his own meat poles outlines stretching and expanding inside of Trajectory's airway, and seeing that sight, the conscious decision that he and he alone, now held this woman, no, this genius whore's ability to draw air, the very thing to continue her life, at the edge of his every thrust gave him a rush of jubilation like he had never felt before.
"Hey, Barr!" He called out, to a turning scowl from the other lead scientist. "You wanna quit pussy footing around over there or ya wanna come help me hold her up? She'll probably collapse any second if you don't!"
Maybe it was the chemical concoction of Trajectory's amplified pussy juices spread across all of his senses that made him lose his normal moral compass, Maybe it was the sight of seeing this Trajectory's limp body bearly hanging on to some kind of control to stay upright while a man neither of them liked used her like a cheap fuck doll for this assholes amusement, or maybe it was just the image of an otherwise beautiful woman, looking as limp as she was now, that drew the man of science into the splayed V-crux of her crotch, his shaft stung a sharp spike of pain as it longed to be shoved up into her deliciously inviting cunt. So...that's precisely what he did.
"YES OH MMM LIKE THAT LIKE THAT LIKE OH FUCK OHHHHHH SHIT OHHHHH YEAH!" Trajectory screamed, as her hand and feet finally gave out and slipped limply and she fell back into Zolomon's grasp around her back, keeping her prompted up in her curving position, as all of Barry's 8-inches slid in and out of her snatch in rapid succession, repeatedly.
"FUUUHH!" Trajectory howled, still stuffed with cock to the collarbone as she convulsed from the pain and pleasure of what seemed to be an unending stabbing sensation from Barry's unprotected baby-blaster being shoved deep within her warm core, until he was almost completely on top of her.
"FUUUHHHRUGH!! URRRGHHHH," The woman moaned as her mouth was brutally invaded by Hunter's stiff prick just as every gag, every wretch, pushed her hips backwards, pressing her back onto Barry's larger pole that was currently knocking on the soft doors of her cervix with every burning push that was forced inside of her.
"Gahhhh!!!! I'm...going to...OHHHH!!!" Zolomon shouted, ripping his cock out of her head and dragging her back up to head height her hands still hanging limply by her sides, she could now look Barry Allen in the eye as her breathing got deeper. Behind her, the muscular tyrant was not about to miss his last chance and in a spiking, stabbing decision, he lined his throbbing manhood up and RAMED it up into Trajectory's asshole.
The sudden breach of the last sacred spot of the lady's body sent Trajectory into a wild maelstrom of gasping, rasping, choking, and squeals that mirrored the thick gelatin spear that was Zolomon's cock parting her gaping butt-flesh apart, each ripple tore it's way deep inside her bowels and thicker and thicker slaps resounded all around them, battering from her insides like a beating drum.
"Aaaahhhh yes! Yes! YES! AHHHHHHHHH!!!" And with a final lungful of air, she went limp between them, completely at their mercy now.
"I'm gonna cum!" Barry shouted.
Zolomon was already way ahead of him, and Trajectory...well...
"YESSSS! FILL MEEE FUCKING FILL MEEE!!" The scientist called out as she bucked between the men for the last time as they both shot their warm semen filling Trajectory's womb and anal canals with a steaming hot shower of what could only be described as squirting, seething, boiling cum that flooded her entire system in glorious ecstasy, sticky viscous rivers of semen poured out of her gaping holes as her ass and hips bucking in euphoria, climaxing together, they all felt their own orgasms peak somewhere between total transcendence and utter bliss, but before they knew it the biggest unseen problem reared the three had failed to notice reared its ugly head all too quickly before they even had a chance to react.
That ugly problem being the large quantities of stored kinetic energy the three walking static batteries had generated throughout their entire fuckfest finally reached its boiling point and began breaking asunder pieces of Trajectory's corporeal body. Fraction by fraction she began cracking in brilliant blue electric glass shards, like fragments that had been dropped onto a ticking bomb.
"Wha-what's happening to me!? What's...?" Said the normal voice of Eliza Harmon, apparently having regained a momentary second of focus after Trajectory's final climax as she stared at her cracking hand and as the last bucking wave of pleasure jolted through the trio, she screamed out in alarm.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" In a dazzling display of blue and white sparks, Eliza exploded, her body bursting like a fallen star, blasting the men apart and across the room in a violent microsecond just as the video feed cut, to nothing, but startling static.

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“Oh…my…god…” A stunned voice broke the silence of the many spectators in the darkened board room of Q.C.
They had all sat in total quiet for the past several minutes, watching the overly erotic performance put on by the scientists on the holo-feed, each with their own opinions formed by now as to what exactly just happened, but all were, however, united in total bafflement.
“Dear God…What the hell did I just witness?” Another said as the screen abruptly went dark.
"So...that tremor we felt before?" Another asked, stunned, slumped in his seat.
Snapping fingers drew everyone's dazed attention to the point of origin.
"Everyone just remain calm and still." The voice of Isabel Rochev said, as the CEO stood up from her seat at the head of the table. "If there was anything wrong we would have heard about it by now-
Almost on cue, the sealed door swung open and the sounds of loud alarms began ringing all throughout the silent soundproofed room.
As everyone turned to look at the disturbance, a beautiful woman of around 29 years of age, wearing a tight white fitting dress and holding a damaged tablet, stood in the doorway.
"Maeve?" Rochev said abruptly to her personal assistant, unawares momentarily of where she was, "Erm I mean Ms Nal, what is it? What the hell's happened?"
“Ma'am I...” Maeve said, a little distraught. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for the last forty flights of stairs..."
The bizarre statement quickly sent concern over the CEO's face. "Out with it then!?” Snapping a little.
"It's the sciences labs, the Velocity project, T-there's um...there's been an incident that needs your immediate attention..."

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