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(concerning the twists in my story)
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One of the unknown alien's assitants caught a glimpse of the doctor sitting close to the sealed door and rushed up to him before pulling at his tied legs and dragging the writhing Doctor across the stone floor.
The assistant let go off him as soon as he had reached the Plexiglas pane and dropped him forcefully onto the floor. The Doctor bit his lip and tried to remain calm.
He felt like an animal. He became dominated by his instincts; he felt them awakening and rising and emerging... his mind was nothing but an uncoordinated blur. The Doctor wouldn't know where to turn, what to do, what to think, what to...
He inhaled the stench protruding from behind the closed door.
Like him. It smelled like him. But it was disgusting.
Whatever it was it was disgusting and hopped up with testosterone.
The Doctor wouldn't want it to escape its current prison, not under any circumstances.
Who knew what it would do to him? ... Well, the Doctor figured that he knew what the creature behind the door would try to do to him. And he was aware of the fact that the observers would certainly be pleased to see him getting chased and caught and in the end mounted by something they had rammed up with aphrodisiac and sex hormones.
"But we do believe that the act of breed will be sufferable. And after all we have reason to believe that the beta-creature wouldn't succumb to the alpha-creature's attempts to tup it if it would fear getting hurt by the alpha-creature's heavy body or, especially, large breeding organs during the act of mating. We assume it would try to run away" the unknown alien smiled towards the Doctor "just as it usually does. The flight instinct seems to be deeply rooted in those creatures; or at least in the specimen we captured."
The Doctor cleared his throat and locked eyes with the unknown alien while furrowing his brows. The unknown alien smirked and gave him a nod before continuing:
"And we daresay that the act of mating is not only an act of reproduction but an act of pleasure, too. At least to the alpha-creature it is. And the beta-creature will learn to endure and succumb."
The Doctor snarled at the observers and tried scratching his fingernails across the Plexiglas pane again; after failing miserably the Doctor crept towards the sealed door, turning his head only once or twice in order to make sure that the assistants weren't following him.
There was grunting and sniffing from without; followed by a loud bang.
"You could say that this is part of the 'teasing' process. 'Teasing' could be paraphrased as 'appealing' or even 'testing' and 'trying out'; all in all it's part of the creature's mutual stimulation. Call it 'foreplay' if you're comfortable with it. I personally prefer to stick to the commonly accepted terms.
Usually the alpha-creature is teasing the beta-creature in order to determine if it is ready to mate.
If the beta-creature is ready to be breed it will usually tolerate the alpha-creatures attempts to mount it or hump it and present itself to it.
It thereby shows its receptiveness towards the alpha-creature's attempts towards copulation; it consents to it.
The beta-creature can determine its readiness by snuggling against the alpha-creature, touching it fondly and revealing its reproductive organs.
Urinating in front of the alpha-creature is also commonly found and analyses of the beta-creature's urine revealed that it contains pheromones which may initiate the mating process due to their ability to stimulate the alpha-creature and increase its libido.
The alpha-creature can thereby smell if the beta-creature is receptive to copulate, sparing us the decision on when the beta-creature shall be bred."
The Silurian surgeon sighed and shook his head, slowly turning away from the speaking alien. The Doctor crawled towards the Plexiglas again and knocked at it weakly; all over his body his muscles were twitching uncontrollably.
The sedative made an impact on him slowly; and his mind was permanently distorted and bedabbled by pheromones.
The Doctor breathed deeply and pressed one hand against his chest.
Two hearts. His two hearts were still beating, though their natural rhythm had been interrupted by extrasystoles. And his heart rates were increasing. The room became more and more damp and steamy and was giving thereby the impression of a real enclosure instead of a research laboratory.
The pheromones...
The Doctor snarled while breathing out.
Those bloody pheromones sickened him. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't think at all. His bodily actions were dominated and controlled by hormones; its temperature seemed to be rising and deep-down locked up and long forgotten sensations seemed to rise against his will.
He had no will of his own. The Doctor grunted and shook his head while burying his fingers in his wet hair before running them through it.
He tried to crawl nearer towards the gathered aliens but bumped against the Plexiglas pane and collapsed onto the floor.
He felt like an animal.
He was an animal.
He was becoming more and more like an animal, those pheromones appeal to his baser Time Lord instincts. No.
Those instincts weren't even worth to be ferreted out in a Time Lord's body. They shouldn't belong in a highly developed life form. They were found in animals and humans, at the most. They were simply too beastly. Too primitive, too underdeveloped...
The Doctor grunted again and drummed his fists on the Plexiglas. But he couldn't help it.
He felt that he needed to pee for what felt like an hour and he knew that those prepotent disgusting aliens on the other side were only waiting for him to degrade and debase himself.
But he didn't know anymore how he could spare himself the humiliation.
He felt already disgusting and degraded.
He didn't know if they could still make it worse.
He crawled further away from the Plexiglas pane and the unknown alien observed him attentive.
He would give a sign to his assistants if the beta-creature would be too stupid to move towards the sealed door again.
The alpha-creature was ready.
It had been ready for days.
It was waiting, impatiently waiting to tup the beta-creature; it was eager to copulate and inseminate the beta-creature; or practically anything within its reach.
Now all they had to wait for was a sign of the beta-creatures readiness.
It would be a bad thing to scare it away at an early stage.
And the beta-creature seemed to be easily scared. It would always run away, turn its back and run away...
The unknown alien smirked and glared down at the Doctor in front of it.
Well, at least now it couldn't. He hadn't given orders to tie the Doctor's legs together without reason. He knew that the captured creature in front of him was a flight animal.
But it mustn't escape. It mustn't mess up the plans the unknown alien had elaborated for the research project. The alien wanted its chance; its chance to prove itself.
And the beta-creature... it could endure it. It would survive the mating-process.
Hopefully.
And if not... well, at least they tried it. At least they tried to breed the so-called last of their kinds.
And the word 'suffer' didn't exist in its language.
And it surely wouldn't invent it just because of some bloody thought-to-be-last-of-its-kind creature.
The unknown alien tapped its legs nervously and adjusted his glasses once more. The beta-creature was behaving strangely again. It tried to shield itself from the observer's views.
The alien chuckled quietly while his eyes rested on the weak body of the Doctor who tried trudging himself into the furthest corner.
Pathetic. The unknown alien smirked again.
It should at least prepare itself for the alpha-creature's attempts towards tupping it. Or it should at least give any signs.
The beta-creature was ready to be bred, the unknown alien thought, it could literally smell it. But the beta-creature was reluctant. For some reason it wouldn't stop resisting. It would struggle against the medication and fight its inner urges. But not for long, the unknown alien knew.
Soon he had to give in.
Soon he had to comply.
