The Doctor and the Patient

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CHAPTER 21

Clark forced himself to breathe normally, the black hood made him feel claustrophobic and all he wanted to do was rip it off and get out of there. But this was for Chloe.

He regretted ditching Tim, but he didn't want his friend in danger anymore, Clark didn't want to feel responsible again, not again.

Letting Lionel's goons catch him was easy enough, feigning weakness was harder, but his growing strength was the one thing that Clark could hold onto. Shifting slightly Clark felt a hand strike him across the back of his head, heaving a sigh he bit down on his natural instincts to fight back. He had to behave until he found Chloe, and possibly their child.

That thought made him feel ill, not for the fact that he and Chloe are the parents but the way the Alicia created the child, no natural conception involved. He was the donor, Chloe the incubator and it was wrong on so many levels. Frustrated Clark sighed a little louder and felt himself on the receiving end of another blow to the back of his head. 'That's two.' He tallied in his thoughts, keeping it all filed under retribution.

The car stopped moving and Clark listened and waited passively in the backseat. The black cloth hood effectively blinded him but his super hearing now sharper than ever picked up every sound around him.

To his dismay no one spoke near him, they worked in abject silence almost as though they were already aware that he had his hearing back to normal, well normal for him.

Rough hands pulled him out of the car and pushed him forward. Stumbling slightly Clark righted himself and tried to stumble unaided, when he caught the toe of his boot on a loose rock and tumbled forward.

Hands grabbed his cuffed wrists and righted him, a sigh of frustration the only clue for Clark on where one of his guards stood before he felt two different hands grab each arm, forcing him to move between them. He could feel his panic rising again, now thinking it was stupid to ditch Tim, he needed his carer now more than ever. 'Back to the lion's den.' The thought rang through his mind.

'Take the hood off him.' A cold female voice sounded sending shivers down Clark's spine as he recognised it. Blinking owlishly down at her, Clark came face-to-face with his tormentor, abuser, and aunt. 'Nice to see you again nephew.' Alicia purred, running a sharp fingernail down Clark's chest and abdomen. 'I have missed you.'

'Yeah well you were just a distant memory for me.' Clark shot back trying to free himself from the vice-like grips of the guards.

'Well there will be plenty of time to reminisce later we have some pressing ... matters to attend to.' Alicia said sighing deeply, 'uncuff him and put him in the chair, make sure that he is properly restrained.' She ordered, 'I will be back momentarily.'

While Alicia was gone, the guards forced Clark into the wheelchair and fastened the kryptonite enhanced restraints over his wrists.

'Hey Bill check out the kid's hands.' One of them exclaimed as he watched the poison work its insidious way into Clark's bloodstream. Gasping for air, and to stay conscious, Clark fought the rising sickness and tried to concentrate on finding Chloe. Rising memories fought for domination in his mind and he felt himself starting to float between reality and the abyss all over again.

Alicia reappeared wearing her standard white lab coat and carried a thick file and clipboard. 'bring him to lab one.'

'No!' Clark screamed fighting the restraints with the last remnants of his waning strength, his fear of that room a palpable taste in his mouth.

'Gag him.' Alicia said ignoring Clark's terror. A cloth was pushed into Clark's mouth and another tied around his head effectively silencing him. Turning wild eyes to stare at the woman Clark felt the panic start to overwhelm him.

Fighting with all of his strength Clark managed to knock two guards out when they tried to lift him onto the examination table. 'Calm down Clark or you will find this painful instead of pleasurable.' Alicia purred, 'you see Chloe unfortunately spontaneously aborted the offspring, so I need fresh samples.'

Clark's eyes widened with in horror at the cold and clinical way she spoke and acted, he felt her hands squeezing his flaccid penis, managing to bring him to a full hardness with a few practiced strokes.

Moaning against the gag Clark watched as she attached that pump to him and then he dropped his head and rolled his head away losing himself in his own thoughts.

'Look at me Clark.' Alicia hissed gripping his chin she dragged his face around to meet hers, she leant in close until they almost touched, she smiled and ran her tongue over his lips, 'I have missed you nephew.' She purred, 'we have much to catch up on.'

'Let Chloe go and I will stay here with you.' Clark heard himself say, 'hurt no one else and ... and I'll ... and I'll stay here.' He started stumbling over his words as he felt the power of the pump starting to force him into coming, milking him of his seed. 'Oh Alicia did I tell you ... I ... ah ... ah .. found out something.'

'What Clark?'

'When the kryptonite ahh.' Clark threw his head back and screamed hoarsely, his body rigid as the forced orgasm ricocheted through him.

'What are you talking about Clark?' Alicia demanded furiously, 'I know everything about the kryptonite.'

Clark's body slumped back onto the table, visibly weakened by the 'milking'. 'My, my father Jor-El told me.' he whispered licking his dry lips, 'the green kryptonite ... it ... it makes me sterile.' Clark finished to ground out, turning pain-filled but defiant eyes to Alicia, 'when I am affected by the green kryptonite I am completely sterile. Whatever sperm you have used so far, can't be mine.' He laughed bitterly spitting the words out, 'someone has been playing you.'

'No, it's not true!' Alicia screamed backing away from Clark, 'it can't be true.'

'Someone in your labs doesn't want to face your wrath so they haven't told you, there is no way I can father any child while under the influences of the kryptonite.'

'Your father is dead, how can he tell ... you have a link with his essence don't you.' She hissed, 'more than just recorded messages.'

'I thought you knew that.' Clark laughed even harder, the absurdity of his situation getting the better of him. 'Ah Alicia you have been played.'

'Take me to Jor-El.' Alicia hissed as she pounced on Clark, her fingers digging into his jaw until her nails drew blood, 'take me to him.'

'Never in your wildest dreams, not while you have Chloe.' Clark spat in her face, he fought the illness spreading through him from contact with the enhanced restraints, the poison derived from the rocks spreading through his body. He knew that his life was now only a matter of days not a life time.

'Let Chloe go free, leave Tim and my mother alone and I will take you to Jor-El.' Clark said, 'one time deal Alicia.'

'Argh.' Alicia screamed soundlessly, furiously pacing the room she started to upend different paraphernalia in her path, from monitors to tables. Her wrath descending finally on Clark. Picking up the shock paddles, she smiled coldly as she pressed them against his balls. Her eyes lighting up as she watched him convulse with the shocks coursing through him. Lust filling her as the stimulation brought another erection, just as hard as the last one. Climbing up onto the table with Clark Alicia dropped the paddles and while the currents still ebbed through him, she took his hardened penis in her mouth. Her teeth grazing the slick skin as she took him further into her mouth and throat. She worked her jaw expertly, alternating between adding suction and sliding her teeth along the length. Enjoying his ragged gasps and the hopelessness, he felt sounding in each moan. Working him until he swelled even more Alicia slowly lifted her head until just the tip of his penis remained in her mouth. The tip of her tongue teasing the tip, licking and nibbling until he cried out wordlessly. Straddling his hips, Alicia impaled herself on his erection, riding him as he came violently inside her. Her nails raking down his chest leaving bloody furrows in their wake. Squeezing her muscles around him tighter, she held him prisoner in her body as she leant forward and started working on his nipples. His body, over-sensitised hurt now with each touch, she laved one nipple with her tongue, flicking it over the hard nub and then blowing softly on it, while her hand tortured the other, twisting and scratching it intent on causing sweet pain. Clark's body throbbed, convulsing with each agonising touch. His fingers clutched at the cold rubber mattress beneath him as he fought to keep a grip on some part of his sanity. He screamed as she brushed his balls with an outstretched hand, leaving one of his nipples she moved so that she leant against the table. Her head resting on his stomach one hand still torturing his nipple with tiny delightful twists and tugs while the other squeezed his balls, rolling them in her hand before starting to crush them together and then rolling them again. Then as quickly as she started, she stopped, and stood up licking her own dry lips Alicia stared down at the still writhing Clark, his breath coming in tiny shallow pants, his green eyes rolled back into his head and a string of viscous drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth.

A malicious thought filled her mind and after order the guards to remove Clark from the lab and to place him in the rack she strode out of the room, intent on having an audience for the next show.

Clark cried out when the guards touched him, every nerve ending in his body screamed for release, stimulated beyond human endurance he was unaware of them dragging him off the table and down through the corridors to Alicia's own suite.

The leather belts cut into his wrists adding to his erotic misery, and then as they fastened the ankle restraints Clark's head fell forward, the blackness finally rescuing him from the eternal orgasmic experience.

The sharp cut of the rock embedded whip brought Clark back to awareness with a vicious stroke. Another blow and he threw his head back and screamed; the pain flowed through him as his internal flood gates were breached.

'Clark!' a terrified scream broke through his red haze and Clark focused on the young woman strapped to a chair in front of him. Her face pale, with a gaunt look about her, the split on her lip staining red on the creamy paleness.

'Chloe?' He whispered before another lash of the whip forced a scream from him.

Anger exploded through Clark, his pain limits broken, his heartbroken but his anger remained. Pulling downwards, Clark/Kal-El snapped the belts holding him trapped on the rack. With an inhuman roar, and his green eyes burning bright blue as Clark allowed Kal-El to come out to play.

TBC