The Doctor dropped to the floor lifeless as both assistants let go off him accidently at the same time. After causing a short disturbance as several so-called scientists started mumbling the suspected female assistant turned around to the Plexiglas pane, faced the unknown alien, shrugged helplessly and knelt down beside the Doctor while her colleague stared at the lowered body in front of them.
"Report" ordered the unknown alien via his watchstrap and tapped its legs displeased.
The crowd behind him had fallen silent again.
"Beta-creature seems a bit dazzled" replied the female assistant and tried to get the Doctor back into a kneeling position.
The Doctor moved reluctantly while trying to avoid her touch; he had troubles supporting his own weight at his hands.
"Orientation may be impaired. But not severely."
"Get the injection ready. And try not to harm it more than necessary" the unknown alien ordered after considering its next steps.
The thought to be female assistant helped the Doctor supporting his current position while the other assistant started rummaging through the scattered medical gear again.
The Doctor's head dangled exanimate from his neck; he had trouble moving as his mind started to slow down and turned itself into a knot, leaving him no other choice but to give in to whatever they had wanted from him.
The Doctor was tired of fighting.
And he felt his body fighting his mind. His inner urges contended with his logical thinking for victory.
And the Doctor had no interest in finding out who'd win.
Because in the end there was only one consequence: he had to submit. He had to obey.
And he could do it willingly or unwillingly.
But the result would be the same.
The door beside him would open soon to reveal... something that would dig its fangs or claws or whatever sharp things it had been equipped with into his flesh and would try raping him ruthlessly.
And all that the Doctor waited for was to see what side of his consciousness would be forced to endure it.
Till then his instincts and his reason could have as much arguments as they wanted to.
In fact, the brain-dead feeling had been quite a relief for the Doctor. Otherwise he would have been forced to listen to what the unknown alien explained to its colleagues.
The Doctor managed to lift his head and found the other assistant standing in front of him. With mixed feelings he blinked cautiously and stared at it; especially at the syringe in their hands.
"Before my assistants will receive further instructions I'd like to have a brief word on copulatory-induced paralysis. Recent studies show that during the act of mating the passive or inactive part of the two specimens have tendencies to get paralysed or defanged. For instance it is common among feline creatures that the creature that gets to mount its conspecific bites down on its partner's neck, thus disarming the inactive part and making it impossible for it to offer resistance or struggle against the copulation.
Though narrow-minded scientists used to compare it to rape we definitely have to disagree with them; the 'neck bite' is part of the reproduction process, it is an evolutionary development to enable the species' survival.
And who are we to question nature?
Well, I'd personally even go as far as asserting that those creatures can't be violated. Those are animals, nothing more but animals and they follow their instincts. They don't think, they don't consider, they simply do.
And rape is such a strong word. Of course it happens that the passive part wasn't quite ready to mate or that it does get hurt due to the size of its partner's breeding organs.
But that's nature. Nothing more but part of nature's cruelty... and as already mentioned we'll do everything possible to keep our beta-creature from getting injured."
It turned towards its listeners. "After all we do want the mating to be a success."
Quiet consent flowed through the rows of self-declared scientist.
The unknown alien clapped its claws together.
"Right. A different part of paralyses is thought to happen to our beta-creature prior to the mating as well as during the copulation itself. The alpha-creature behind the door is ready to mate and I can assure you that it's rather excited to finally meet its mate..."
The unknown alien chuckled quietly though the assembled crowd watched it wondering if this obviously bad pun had been intended or if it had simply been a mistake. The unknown alien wasn't what you would have called a joker, neither was it someone you would have called 'life of the party'.
It was simply someone who'd have 'give it to me and I'll make money out of it' written all over himself in neon colours.
The unknown alien stopped laughing in an instant and cleared its throat motionless.
"The alpha-creature produces pheromones that affect the beta-creature in two ways. Not only that it gets difficult for the beta-creature to keep its legs together..."
-the unknown alien was cut off for a moment as the Doctor started snarling and spitting at it again, only to get silenced by a blow on the head from one of the assistants; the unknown alien chuckled and went on:
"... the beta-creature is locally paralyzed, the pheromones trigger several reflex which are essential for the mating process and cause a behaviour that could be described as submissive, subservient and unconditionally obedient. Its feral behaviour is only temporarily; it won't put up much of a fight as soon as the alpha-creature tries to tup it."
The unknown alien nodded towards his assistants in the enclosure.
Both of them nodded back, the female one intensified her grip on the Doctor while her colleague pricked him with a needle cautiously.
The Doctor winced and shivered after feeling the cold fluid dripping into his veins.
"In summary it can be said that Lordosis behaviour is a complex motor reflex designated to facilitate penile intromission and penetration.
However, it should be emphasized that Lordosis behaviour is more than that; it's not only an innate evolutionary development. The Lordosis behaviour is thought to be a partially voluntary and learned activity in order to obtain sexual rewards.
Though the beat-creature will be overwhelmed by its urges and natural instincts during its first mating, we have reason to believe that henceforward it will maintain positions similar to the Lordosis behaviour, with its rear limbs extended and hips raised, more often in order to catch the alpha-creature's attention."
"You've got to be kidding me!" mouthed the Doctor voiceless and panted heavily.
His voice had failed and the Doctor knew that this wasn't good, this was severe...
Sooner or later he wouldn't be able to at least try to contradict.
The unknown alien strolled up and down in front of the enclosure, lost in thought. Eventually it addressed the waiting crowd again.
"Oh, and in order to avoid misunderstanding: after a successful copulation has taken place both creatures will be kept together; not only because we're hoping that the alpha-creature will acquire a taste for mounting its partner but in order to give those two specimen the time they need to get to know each other. Not to mention that our specimen here is thought to be rather cuddly..."
The Doctor turned his head aside in disgust.
The unknown alien smirked before it continued in a more earnest tone:
"The Lordosis behaviour can be evoked by manual palpation and cutaneous stimulation; and of course it can be artificially induced by injecting progesterone. A negative impact is suspected if estradiol benzoate are injected into our beta-creatures' body though injections of human progesterone showed no severe side-effects; therefore it is assumed that the race, which our creatures are systematically part of, hadn't managed to produced their own oestrogen or at least hormones that would resemble the human oestrogen.
The beta-creature has just received a large dose of human progesterone via injection. And as soon as the injected hormone starts showing effect we'll unite both of our creatures immediately; but we thought we'd spare the beta-creature unnecessary suffering if we'd accelerate proceedings. And, of course, thereby you'll get a chance to see what 'cutaneous stimulation' encompasses."
The Doctor raised his hung head slowly and caught a glimpse of the waiting observers as the two assistants in the enclosure struggled to get him into a nearly upright position.
One of the assistants sustained the Doctor's posture by holding him by his arms while the thought-to-be female assistant stepped beside him, waiting for further commands.
"Our female assistant is glad to show you the beta-creature's erogenous zones."
"No!" the Doctor started struggling against the unknown alien's assistant though every of his actions was restrained; the assistant increased its tight grip on him while their colleague reached for the Doctor's upper part of the hip bones.
"The pelvic area is traditionally underestimated" explained the unknown alien while the observer's eyes rested on the Doctor's helpless body.
The possible female assistant stroked the Doctor's upper part of the hip bones with increasing effort. The Doctor flinched and twitched at the hands running over his body, the fingers searching for the right spots.
The gloved hands moved downwards, carefully reaching for his crotch before withdrawing and repeating their movement several times, trailing down the same path over and over again.
The Doctor couldn't deny that he felt his blood rushing down into his pelvic area as experienced fingers touched him with consideration. Unwillingly he tried to get rid of the wire wrapped around his legs in order to separate and spread them. The assistant beside him revealed some sort of pliers and freed the Doctor from the nicking strand.
The Doctor separated his legs unintentionally as the practised hands pushed deeper into his skin; they searched for the lower and subjacent regions, the sensitive spots in his pelvic area. The Doctor gasped for air and groaned heatedly; the assistant dug her index and middle fingers into the Doctor's pelvis while applying pressure on the upper part of his hip bones with her thumbs, rocking his pelvis back and forth.
The Doctor had no choice but to incline his pelvis as contractions in his spine started to spread throughout his body, causing his muscles to twitch rhythmically.
"As you can see the beta-creature has stopped offering resistance and is now eager for more. It might as well show its appreciation by retorting the tended physical contact or making its complacency audible by purring or moaning."
The assumed female assistant stroked and manipulated the Doctor's pelvic area with increasing intensity and though the Doctor blushed he felt himself reaching down for his half hard member.
His hands got pushed aside cautiously but authoritative.
He found himself staring at the presumably female assistant who shook her head while fondling the Doctor's thighs.
"In the current state of mind... well, in the current aroused state it may happen that the beta-creature tries to release the pressure itself by shy and timid manipulations of its own reproductive organ. However we can't allow this kind of behaviour due to its posterior possible rejection towards the alpha-creature's attempts of mounting it."
The Doctor felt his face burning as his head sank down; his panting and moaning intensified.
The assistant, who'd been supporting his position till now, lowered the Doctor carefully onto the ground where he'd remain on all fours; he lowered his forelimbs while his hips remained raised and his spine arched ventrally.
The Doctor gasped for air, unable to cushion quiet pleasure-filled moans.
The female assistant squatted down beside the Doctor and continued manipulating his tingling skin.
Whenever she'd position herself behind him, in order to reach for his groin or pelvic area, the Doctor felt his body move backwards a bit; he couldn't repress his instincts and thrust his rear end in her direction.
"A minor victory is achieved; the beta-creature is presenting itself and seems to be horny enough to even present itself to a being from another race."
The Doctor heard the unknown alien chuckle and gritted his teeth. He snarled Gallifreyan curses and lifted his head as both of the assistants backed away and moved towards the entrance door.
They faced their superior; the unknown alien nodded.
Both assistants remained close to the door while the Doctor tried getting rid of his annoying mating-reflex-position by trying to crawl towards the Plexiglas pane.
But he'd remain on all fours nevertheless.
"A brief word on 'breeding on a regular basis': Though the theory that those creatures' pelvic bones may fuse together if they're not regularly breed has been exposed as a myth, we still would like to inform you that we aim at getting our beta-creature tupped at a regular basis. It won't certainly be a disadvantage."
The Doctor tried avoiding the unknown alien's bemused stare.
