Chapter 4
It was time to introduce the subject to the first orc, Hoknath decided. It had been about half an hour since the common orc had been been told of his duties, and the beast had been been happily producing seed since. Hoknath could see the aroused orc's genitals were now fully erect, and its seed sacks were now the size of small apples.
Hoknath wheeled the slaagh Claraoswald into the testing chamber. Since Hoknath'd finished their reports, the slaagh had been taken from the evaluation booth and been cleaned and fed. Despite this, the slaagh had just stood with silently, with a blank expression on her face. She had been locked into her own private world and Hoknath wasn't sure she'd ever come out.
However the slaagh still could still perform basic functions, if prompted. When given food, she ate. She could walk unaided but didn't have any motivation to start or stop unless Hoknath directed her physically. Also, Hoknath found that she could be posed in whatever position was required and wouldn't move until directed otherwise.
Which is how Hoknath had gotten her into her current position. The slaagh knelt on all fours on a metal examination table. Her backside was raised and her legs spread, allowing access to her most intimate parts. Not for the excited orc in front of her though. Hoknath had other experiments in mind.
Her back was arched, pushing her breasts forward. Hoknath gestured for the other orc to come forward and allowed him to caress the slaagh's unresisting body, while Hoknath made the final preparations. Pulling a trolley to the table, he picked up a chrome phallus from among the tools that lay on it and plugged it into a small metal box. He turned it on and the device started to vibrate. Adjusting the frequency of the vibrations until they were satisfied that they would achieve the required result, Hoknath placed the box between her legs with the phallus resting against her labia.
One last task and the experiment would be ready to begin. Hoknath began to lower the table until the slaagh's head was level the common orc's groin. When satisfied Hoknath opened the slaagh's mouth wide enough for the orc to plunder when the time was right. The orc stepped forward but Hoknath raised their hand stopping them dead in their tracks.
Hoknath moved closer and carefully checked the slaagh over. The vibrations were having an effect as Hoknath had hoped. The Slaagh was almost unperceptively moving her hips, instincively trying to gain some pleasure from the strange device. Her breathing was now slower and deeper than before and as Hoknath watched, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
Hoknath waited a few moments to let the slaagh become more and more aroused, and when Hoknath felt the time was right, they waved the excited orc forward.
The orc didn't waste any time. Sticking his throbbing member into the slaagh's mouth he began thrusting wildly. For a moment, Hoknath considered pulling the smaller orc back, but to Hoknath's surprise, the slaagh closed her mouth around the orc's erection and began to move her head in time its thrusts. At the same time, she began to gyrate her hips, rubbing herself harder against the metal phallus.
With one last thrust, the orc shot his seed down the the slaagh's throat. Hoknath could see the orc's genitals deflate until no seed was left. The slaagh too had climaxed and she slumped onto her front, eyes closed and a small trail of seed dribbling down the side of her chin. As she lay sated, Hoknath removed the device and opened her mouth to check she'd ingested enough. Satisfied with the result Hoknath started to wheel the table back to the lab.
The smaller orc stood in their way. Even though he'd just spent his seed, Hoknath could tell he was becoming aroused again.
"Slaagh good. Want shug. You no stop."
Hoknath looked at him, trying to keep a straight face. "Are you sure you want to do this", they asked, reaching for the narrow scalpel they'd prepared especially for the occasion. The orc, impatient and lustful nodded, his attention focused on the nude slaagh in front of him rather than on the scientist.
"Very well," Hoknath said stepping to one side. The little orc moved forward to claim his prize, but Hoknath acted faster, wrapping their free arm around the other orc's neck. With his target immobilized, Hoknath drove the sharp blade into the orc's eye as hard as they could. The smaller orc turned slightly as Hoknath stabbed again, this time burying the blade into the orc's neck. It gurgled once and then slumped forwards.
The lower species were so predictable, Hoknath thought as they let the corpse drop to the floor, especially those stupid enough to end up in the punishment caves. And so easily disposable as well
Lord Randall opened the door to the drawing room and called his manservant, handing him the envelope that would save Clara's husband and family from ruin. After giving him his instructions, he closed the cabin door and turned to his companion.
She was leaning on the guardrail looking out to sea, a cigarette holder dangling from her left hand. In the distance a phonograph was playing a lively, if rather scratchy jazz tune and she was tapping her foot distractedly in time. As always, she was dressed in the latest fashion, her beaded dress glittering in the moonlight, barely below the tops of her sheer seamed stockings.
"Happy, Darling?" he asked.
Clara turned and smiled "Terribly, Darling. I can't believe we're finally together at last"
"Do you miss him, Darling?"
She looked puzzled. "Miss who?"
"Arthur, of course".
"What a strange thing to say. Arthur and I may have been engaged, but you're the one I've always wanted"
A confused look crossed Clara's face. For a moment, she had truly believed that she had entered into a bargain with the tall man in front of her, to save her family from ruin. But that was impossible; she'd never been married and certain never had children. In fact, despite her obvious sophistication, she was still a virgin. At the least for the moment, if the look on Lord Renton's face was any indication.
Lord Renton. His name was surely Lord Randall. Or was it Lord Rendall? Clara was so unsure. A moment ago she'd been in a Victorian drawing room, but now was standing on the deck of a luxury liner in the Jazz Age. How had she travelled in time so quickly, without being in the Tardis. But what the hell was a Tardis?
Lord Randall, sensing her confusion opened his arms and she rushed to embrace him. They kissed deeply and passionately for several minutes, their hands roaming freely across each others bodies. He slowly removed her dress and the camisole beneath it, as she unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders before unbuckling his belt.
Breaking reluctantly from their embrace, he pushed her back so her could enjoy her body. As he slowly lowered his trousers, she turned around and began to unclip her brassiere. Dropping the flimsy garment to the ground, she crossed her arms over her chest before turning around again. She teased him as he removed his trousers, revealing each nipple briefly before coyly covering her breasts once more. Then he lowered his trousers, revealing his stiff organ and she stopped dead in her tracks.
Eyes open wide, Clara reached out to touch the first penis she'd ever seen. She couldn't believe how hot and hard it felt under her fingers. Instinctively she wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke it slowly. Preoccupied, she didn't notice Lord Randall slip his fingers under the waistband of her bloomers and slowly lower them. Then she felt his thumb slowly caress her clitoris and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment.
Suddenly she couldn't feel him any more. She opened her eyes and looked around but she was alone in the dark in the empty auditorium. Lit by a single spotlight, she looked down at the book in her hand, but it was written in a language she didn't recognise. She knew that she was supposed to say something, but she didn't know what.
Another spotlight sudden lit up, illuminating a tall mirror facing her. She could see her reflection clearly in front of her, dressed in the clothes she'd worn before she'd gone exploring on Orcadia. But it wasn't her. The woman in front of her was standing in a different pose and as Clara watched, she turned and walked away.
Then she was back in their cabin. She could feel his erect penis nestled between her legs and as she felt it nuzzle her labia, he lifted her up and deftly penetrated her with a single thrust. All that mattered now was their mutual pleasure.
After the body of subject number one was disposed of, Hokanth kept a watch on the slaagh to see if her ingestion of the common orc's seed had any detrimental effect on her. When a day had passed with no effect, Hoknath repeated the experiment with subject number two.
Subject number two was from the second largest racial group of the orcs. This group was known as the Night Orcs or Dark Ones, because of the their skin colour which was a dark green, so dark it was almost black. They were bigger than the common orcs, so in case the subject got too aroused and wanted to breed the slaagh against Hoknath's wishes, Hoknath decided to carry a projectile gun as well as the scalpel.
Hoknah's fears proved correct. The Night Orc had been more physical in expressing his desire to breed the slaagh than his predecessor and Hoknath's gun proved more useful that the scalpel ever would have been. Again Hoknath waited a day and was pleased note that there was no adverse effects as before, This meant that there were a least three of the orcish species that the slaagh could breed with with no ill effects.
While he was waiting, Hoknath noticed the slaagh's behaviour was changing. She was now moving and feeding herself without Hoknath's instructions. She hadn't said anything for some time now, but was showing great interest in the common place items in Hoknath's laboratory with almost childlike wonder. Interested in this new development, Hoknath began to run psychological tests, aided by the information her collar was still feeding to Hoknath's computers.
What Hoknath found was that when they'd downloaded the data from the slaagh's mind, the slaagh's personality had been shut down. In effect she was a blank slate and could remain so indefinitely. However, her mind was still active and was absorbing knowledge rapidly, in effect trying to rebuild what was lost. Hoknah theorised that it could be possible to mold a new personality, one more suited to a slaagh's role in orcish society and that the original reports conclusions were correct.
One further development both interested and amused Hoknath in equal measure. The slaagh's inhibitions had almost totally been erased by the download. When subject number three was introduced to the slaagh, she'd presented herself lewdly to the subject and had to be restrained before the experiment continued.
Subject number three was quite different to the first two subjects. For one thing, he was more bestial in appearance than the other two for he was covered in a thick, shaggy pelt of white fur. Also, although all orcs had prominent tusks jutting from their lower jaws, subject number three's tusks were at least two or three inches long. Hoknath informed the slaagh that the subject was an arctic orc, although she didn't understand. Hoknath knew that this was one of rarest orcish species and of all the species that the scientist had considered could successfully whelp the slaagh, this was the one they worried about the most.
Despite Hoknath's fears, the slaagh's reaction to subject number three was nothing but positive. Rather than relying of Hoknath's guidance, she was the initiator of the experiment, gleefully taking the subject's member into her mouth, fellating him until he filled her willing mouth with his plentiful seed. Even once he'd come, she continued to tease him with her tongue, willing his limp organ back to full hardness once more.
She would have mounted him then, but Hognath pulled her back with their free hand, firing their gun with their other. The arctic orc slumped to the ground, purple blood pouring from the wound between it's eyes. Though the slaagh was quite distraught and had to be sedated, Hoknath's experiments had to take precedence over the slaagh's primal desires.
Now, with no ill effects on the slaagh from her consumption of subject number three's seed, it was time, Hoknath considered, to continue with the next stage of the experiment and meet subject number four.
For long moments after their passion was spent, Clara lay on Lord Randall's muscular frame, stroking that which had brought her so much pleasure so recently. He was asleep now and Clara knew that she too would soon join him. It had certainly not what she expected her first time was like, The passion yes, but when he'd breached her maidenhead, there had been no pain, no blood to mark her becoming a woman. In fact, the way he'd felt inside her was surprisingly familiar.
She shook her head. Of course it was familiar. This was hardly her first time after all. They'd been lovers for years, hiding their illicit relationship behind Arthur's almost from the day she'd first met. Arthur had hired Lord Rendall, London's most prestigious artist to paint her portrait. This now hung in pride of place in the conservator of their town house, but it was a far inferior work compared to the numerous nudes of her that hung in his studio.
Idly, she wondered where Arthur was now. Probably Italy, working his way north with the rest of the Allied Armies towards Hitler's Germany. She heard from him so infrequently it was hard to tell. Had it only been five years since he'd been serving in the hell of The Somme. then shook her head. Neither of them had been born then. Lord Randall had though, and Clara guessed that was why he led such a privately dissolute life after what he'd seen there.
She looked at the Clock and sat up abruptly. It was 7pm. Arthur would be home soon from a busy in The City! She sprinted to the chaise-lounge [where she had posed for him numerous times, before f*cking him] and began to dress.
Lord Renton looked at her with an amused look in his eyes. "Where are you rushing to now, Darling?" he asked.
"I must go," she replied, "my husband will be home soon"
He looked puzzled. "Husband? Dearest Clara, you're not even married. Unless there's something you haven't told me.And even if you were, it's three in the morning. It would be impossible to get you a Hansom, especially here in Whitechapel. They still haven't caught HIM yet......"
"I'll take my chances," she snapped back, suddenly feeling an almost uncontrollable desire to leave. As she put on her boots, which like the rest of her clothes had seen between years, she reached for the pouch which he'd given her when he'd picked her up earlier that evening. Two Sovereigns for a pleasant night's work! Much between than hawking her mutton in some back alley with a drunken sailor for a few shillings. Slipping the pouch into her cleavage, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and strode to the door.
"I'll be at the usual place, usual time," she said as she marched onto the tenement landing. "You're a gent, you are. You can paint me and f*ck me any time" As long as you pay me what I'm worth she thought. Cheapskate had only given her ten shillings for almost a day's company.
Clara charged down the stairs, wanting get away from the cheap bastard. The toffs were all the same; offer you a fortune, pay you a pittance. She was actually glad to get away. There was something wrong about him. You could see it in his eyes.
There was something wrong about the staircase too. She'd been too angry to notice at first, but soon she realized she'd descended ten or twelve flights and still going. She looked over the balustrade, expecting to see the front door below, but the staircase descended into infinity. She looked up and saw the staircase stretching to infinity in the other direction. It reminded her of the Tardis.
That word again. What the f*ck was a Tardis. She knew what he words meant. She'd even travelled in it. But what was it. Some sort of locomotive, perhaps, but as she'd never travelled out of Whitechapel how could she have traveled in one. What was more important was not some silly made up word, but how could she ever get off this f*cking endless staircase.
As she descended further, a door opened in front of her, a light shining from within it illuminating the gloom. There really no choice; either continuing to descend the staircase or investigate what was beyond. She stepped through the door, and found herself back in the darkened auditorium. Only she and the mirror were illuminated as before. This time her reflection was not in the mirror as Clara approached it, just a laboratory like the one she'd been first tested in......
Subject number Four was going to be trouble, Hoknath knew as soon as they came into the lab. When Hoknath had first evaluated the test subjects, they had all been defeated by their time in the Punishment Caves, but several days of good food and good treatment had restored some of his race's natural vigour. Also, when three of the other subjects had not returned to their cell, even the most stupid of the orcish races would have probably guessed what had happened.
It didn't help that, of the six subjects, Number Four was the largest, easily head and shoulders above the others and weighed at least 200lbs of pure muscle more. Unlike the others, his skin was a scarlet hue and, though his tusks were shorter than his predecessor's, two small horns jutted from his forehead. Most noticeably, it's genitals were atavistic, with a prodigious pair of balls that didn't retract when not needed and a ridged and nobbled shaft at least a foot long.
Hoknath had been concerned that the the orc's equipment might have been too much for the slaagh to handle. But the data gathered, both from the slaagh and from previous subjects indicated that a human would be able to handle such a monster. But that was not the experiment for today. Hoknath's priority today was to see if the slaagh was able to handle the subject's seed.
Clara looked into the laboratory. It was empty at first but then something big and red came into view, filling the mirror. It was obviously some sort of orc, but of a type she hadn't seen before. It was a certainly a monster, but not as much as the package that hung from it's groin. Seeing the powerful erection, the heavy scrotum filled Clara with a mixture of horror and excitement. It was too big! How could something big ever fit inside her? But how good would it feel if it did.
The orc was listening to someone, probably the horrible Hoknath, but occasionally it would look in her direction. No, it wasn't looking through the mirror at her, it was looking at her as if she was the mirror. Then it clicked, the view through the mirror was the view through her eyes. Wherever she was, she was nearly home, back in her body. The strange events, the time jumping. Even Arthur and Lord Darnell. This was all a dream and she was almost awake. But how could she take the last final step?
The book! Last time she'd been in he auditorium, she'd been holding a book. Looking down, she saw that she was still holding it. Quickly, she flicked through it, but it still was filled with same incomprehensible symbols. This time though, the symbols were arranged in groupings forming words. No, forming the same words over and over again. The entire book was just one phrase.
Now she was holding a card with the phrase written on it, rather than a whole book. But with the meaning still obscured, what was she to do now?
Whatever worries that Hoknah had about Subject Number Four were not eased when the slaagh Claraoswald was brought into the lab. When she'd been presented with Subject Number Three, she'd been eager for any sort of sexual experience. Now, she seemed quiet and preoccupied, looking at her left hand intently. Hoknath could see that the slaagh was showing signs of concious thought. Admittedly they were very low level signs. But it left Hoknath with a dilemma. Should the slaagh be given another mind wipe, or be allowed to regain her consciousness and personality.
That was something for another time. Today's experiment was more important. But Subject Number Four was not interested in the slaagh despite her nakedness and availabilty. No, the subject was far more interested in Hoknath. Hoknath could see the creature thinking, something the red orc species were not traditionally good at. As the creature gazed unwaveringly at her, Hoknath felt a strange sinking feeling in their stomach. They slowly drew their gun and checked the ammuniton. Standard projectile; not nearly powerful to stop the great beast. Hoknath reached into their pocket and pulled out a speed loader. Explosive ammunition was the only way to destroy this beast.
Hoknath made the mistake of looking down to unload the gun and that's when Subject Number Four made their move. Faster than it's bulk suggested, it pushed the slaagh aside and leapt at Hoknath, knocking the gun out of their hand. Hoknath reached for their scalpel, but the red orc hit them in the face and pushed them to the floor.
Subject Number Four looked at Hoknath and sniffed the air. An evil grin crossed his face, and standing over Hoknath, he tore the scientist's tunic open. Hoknath tried to struggle but the beast began to twist Hoknath's nipples brutually. The effect it had was unmistakable and to Hoknath the worst thing that had ever happened to them.
Hoknath always knew they were different to the others of their clan. Rather than rely on the basic orcish trains of might and stamina, they had relied on their natural intelligence and cunning, working their way up the scientific ladder until they'd reached the very top. And now, a rapacious Red Orc was going to ruin everything.
Under the brutal manhandling, Hognath's chest was beginning to fill out, becoming more womanly. Subject number four continued to massage her breasts and Hoknath began to lose herself in the feeling. All of her life, she had pretended to be a male and had even come to thinking of themself as a sexually neutral creature. But this, foul, despicable, wonderful beast with a few rough caresses had changed that.
Her breasts fully expanded, she closed her eyes and moaned as it's hands worked their way lower. It removed her tunic trousers and sensible underwear with a single sharp tug. Hoknath still felt a sinking feeling in their stomach, but it wasn't just fear now. She felt excitement and to her shame, desire. Subject Number Four ran a thick finger up her labia, stopping when it reached her clitoris, when it began to caress and manipulate her tender bud.
Hoknath groaned, her insides turning to liquid at his touch as she ran her hand over its throbbing member. Lost to her race's biological instincts, all rational though was gone. She needed to shug, to breed with this monstrous beast and produce its whelps. The subject [no, her lover] grabbed her waist and flipped her over. Hoknath didn't have time to draw a breath. The orc penetrated her with a single thrust and began to thrust its hips wildly.
Hoknath revelled in tbe feeling of the ridged and nobbled phallus as it pounded away inside of her. It was large, perhaps too large for her virginal hole, but the pain made it that more exciting. Suddenly it was over, Hoknath felt he unfamiliar sensation of the beast's hot seed deep inside of her, bringing her to her first orgasm. After such pleasure, Hoknath knew one thing. She was going to whelp at least one progeny for her lover, maybe more. The scientist in her was appalled, the slaagh she was now was ecstatic.
Clara could see all that was happening in the laboratory. but could do nothing. She watched in horror as the girl she'd seen suspended prior to her first testing, was brutally ravaged by the red-skinned ogre. It was definitely her. She recognised the marks a cane had left on her body from the image she'd seen. How she'd gotten into the laboratory, Clara didn't know how she'd got into the laboratory, or what the twisted bastard who ran the lab was doing while this.... this.... virtual rape was going on.
Now Clara could get a look at her from the front, she could tell that the girl was neither a full orc or a full human. She was taller than Clara, at least six and half feet tall maybe more. It was difficult to tell from her position. She also had small tusks jutting from her lower jaw, but although she wouldn't win any human beauty contests, she could still pass for human in quite a few places, Clara had been on her recent travels.
No, what was the most shocking thing about what she was watching was how the girl was getting into the brutal sex. As the ogre thrust deep into her willing pussy. her hips thrust back with an equal urgency, forcing the ogre's member deeper and deeper inside her. But such frantic lovemaking (Clara corrected herself. There was no love here, just pure animal f*cking) couldn't couldn't last. With one final thrust, the ogre shot its load inside the poor girl and slowly withdrew its massive weapon from her pouting vagina.
The ogre stood up and roared in triumph. Meanwhile, the girl curled herself into a ball and rubbed her stomach contentedly. Seed leaking from between her thighs, the girl didn't look she'd been assaulted, rather that she'd experienced the best sex of her life with a masterful lover. Clara could do nothing but smash her fist into the mirror in frustration, gripping the mirror frame with her other hand.
Suddenly the world shuddered and Clara found herself standing both in the auditorium and the laboratory. The disorientation was too much for her and she let go of the mirror frame and fell to the ground. She was back in the auditorium once more, but she'd been so close to being back in the real world again. How had this miracle happened?
Then she saw it. The card with the strange symbols on it had been in her hand when she touched the frame. The symbols had made contact with the mirror and had almost returned her to her body. No, the card had touched the mirror frame. not the actual mirror itself. Perhaps, if she let the symbols touch the glass, she'd be back in her body once more. She turned the card around and let it touch the glass, bracing herself for...... for..... what?
Having finished with the virgin slaagh, the red orc turned to the alnu. He could smell the seed from at least three other males on her skin, even though she'd recently cleaned herself. He'd thought that she was too old to whelp, but now that he'd had the virgin, he'd taken another, closer look. She was young, not unsullied, but could birth many children. Best of all, even though she was small, she looked breedable, even without the touch of a strong male.
He held back though. Something was not quite right. She'd not watched the slaagh being bred, like other expectant slaaghs did at the mating time, but had merely sat looking at her hand. As he approached though, she shuddered and for a moment seemed to be fully aware of her surrounding before reverting back to her fugue state, Grasping her in his arms, he picked her off the floor. He had thought had she'd been one of the half-ones, one of the few where a parent wasn't an orc. But no, this was something he'd never seen before. An outworlder.
He smiled. He was going to enjoy this. He'd heard that outworlders were not as resilient as regular slaagh but they really enjoyed being being bred by a superior species. That alone was enough to turn him on again.
The first sensations Clara felt was that of the strong hands gripping her waist and the musky smell of passion spent. Then her vision cleared and she could see the red ogre holding her, a lecherous grin slowly widening on his face as her lowered her towards his rigid member.
Clara didn't think. She brought her leg sharply up, smashing it against his engorged testicles. More out of shock than pain, the ogre let her go and she dropped to the floor. As she hit the ground, she kicked out and slid as far away from the rapidly recovering beast as she could. Feeling more comfortable in her body, she looked around wildly for something, anything, that she could use to defend herself.
She'd been expecting to find something basic to use as a club, but seeing a gun randomly on the floor was a total surprise. What it was doing there, she had no idea, but she scrambled across the towards it as fast as she could. The ogre saw the gun too and reached lazily out grabbing Clara's ankle just as she grabbed the weapon. As she struggled to hold onto it, he lifted her up and smiled the same evil grin. Suspended upside down, she was horrified to see him open his mouth and lick his lips. F*ck no, she thought, he's going to bite my leg off.
Finally getting a good grip, she fired blindly. The ogre howled and dropped her again as it clutched at her side. It was only a flesh wound, but it had had the desired effect. The ogre looked up again and Clara fired once more before it had a chance to compose itself. This time, the bullet hit the ogre squarely in its shoulder. Clara had expected to see it make only a small wound, given the size of the beast, but instead the bullet exploded, leaving a large gaping wound.
The ogre slumped to the floor, a surprised look of its ugly face. It raised its hand to cover the wound and then let out a deep sigh. For a moment its eyes met Clara's and she could've sworn they twinkled. Then they slowly closed and the ogre was still
Clara watched the ogre until she was certain it really was dead. She hadn't meant to kill him, just stop him from raping her. She suddenly felt very cold and realised she had been naked for some days now. True, she'd enjoyed being pleasured by the orcs, but that had been more spontaneous than the events in the laboratory. To be honest, since she'd been in the analysis booth, she knew neither how long she'd been experimented on, or even what had been done to her.
That could wait. She had to get out of the complex before Hoknath realized what had happened. No, she had to get the young girl out of there as well. Though she was still curled up in post coital bliss, Clara knew that once she realized what had happened to her, she'd break down unless someone was there to look after her. That had to be Clara; there was no one else.
She knelt down beside the girl and touched her lightly on her shoulder. "Hey," she said, keeping her voice as light as possible, "How're you doing there? I'm Clara, what's your name?"
The girl didn't respond.
"Hey," Clara continued. "I know you've been hurt, but we need to get out of here. The nutter who runs this place isn't here at the moment, but I don't when he'll be back." She shook the girl's shoulder harder.
The girl slowly turned her head and looked Clara dead in the eyes. Slowly the post-orgasmic look faded from her face, replaced with a coldness that chilled Clara to the bone. The girl sat up and pulled her torn clothing together, in a desperate attempt to regain some small amount of modesty, Both of them slowly rose and Clara backed away.
"The experiment was going well," the girl said. Clara recognised the calm tones, she'd heard when she'd arrived. The girl wasn't another test subject; she was responsible for the whole damn horror show!
"What happened was unfortunate" she said, her face softening as she remembered being pleasured by the ogre's massive organ, before hardening once more. "But I think that with a bit more careful planning, I don't see why we can't continue where we left off. There are still two test subjects left whose seed you haven't been exposed to yet. Once we've determined whether or not you will have an adverse reaction on ingestion, we can then begin to map the pleasure centres of the human body and determine which species' penises you will able to take during mating."
Clara felt sick as she kept backing away. This.... This.... creature had already put her through hell in the name of science and was planning to do worse. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an exit, any means of escaping.
The girl smiled, but there was no humour in the eyes. "There's no escape from here, my darling girl. We are some distance from any of our enclaves and I don't think you'd know what direction to travel in anyway."
"I can use the gondola I came in," Clara said defiantly.
"Which shows how little you understand about my security. Silly Slaagh, the gondolas go back to their starting bays once they've dropped of their 'deliveries' and only return on my command. I doubt you'd know the correct code to use anyway."
"That means that you can only leave on foot. Do you fancy travelling through the mazes of tunnels below us, never sure that you're on the route to the enclaves. Or through the jungles above us, filled with fierce beasts and numerous dangers. Even if they don't kill you, there are numerous small groups of bandits and troublemakers who make their home in the wilds. You'd be nothing but alnu, but alnu that could be bred. I doubt you'd last two, maybe three whelpings living such a harsh life"
"No, you're better off here. You'll be helping the advance of science while being well cared for. You'll be bred with the best quality males of our species and your progeny will be well educated and looked after. What's more, I can repeat the download process as many times as necessary, taking away all that nasty thought and independence. I can show you the tapes, prove to that what I'm saying is true. Well, what do you say, Slaagh Claraoswald?"
Clara's answer was swift and to the point. Her fist struck Hoknath in the face, knocking her down and into temporary unconsciousness.
And so ends Clara's participation in Hoknath's Laboratory. All she has to do now, is escape and make her way to safety. Surely that will be easy?
Continued in Clara's Escape
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