A/N: Dear readers, so you have made it through the first three chapters. Hope you are enjoying this story. I must give you a strong warning at this point. I warned you that chapter 2 had sexual overtones. This take the story well into the R rating with violence of a sexual nature. If this is not for you, I would suggest that you close the file and find another story. Thanks for your interest so far.
Maxi.
Scene 4 - In the Heat of the Day
Five months since "In the High Place."
Max - lying in her bunk. It's about an hour before reveille. All is
quiet and most are asleep. Max's eyes are wide open and we can hear
her thoughts in the wee hours of the morning. 'No! This can't be
happening. Not now, not today. If I obey, I will be taken off the
roster for the overnight. But, I won't function normally any way.
Well, I don't want to rush the training; it seems to be going well.
The kids seem to be receptive to hearing about the outside, but
they're not ready to start a mutiny. Not yet, it is too soon. That
means, I will have to turn myself over to medical. Ugh.'
Max had known this was coming. Her quarterly nightmare. But the
rules were clear. Unless ordered otherwise, a female in 'heat' must
present herself to medical for observation. Max had an awful feeling
concerning the 'observation' techniques of Dr. Dunham. But, maybe, in
her current condition this could be fun. NOT!
"Well, I can't put it off any longer." Max rises from her cot. Not
bothering to change out of her nightie, she approaches the door to the
barracks. There is a definite swagger in her walk. She knows, by
now, the guard has seen her rise and is watching her every move.
"What are you doing up? Reveille is not for another hour."
"About 15 minutes by my estimation," purrs Max. "Just enough time to
really have some fun."
The guard, steps back. "You are in heat, you... ah... must... go to
medical."
Max cozies up to him, "You DO know that an X5 is MOST fun when she is
in heat? You would not want to miss that, would you?"
"Uh... um... yes?" The guard coughs and backs up one more time.
This time he points his gun. "I will escort you to medical, under gun
point if that is necessary."
Slinkily Max says, "I would much prefer a different 'point' of view,
but if you insist I will let you escort me."
They proceed through the hallways to medical. Max doing her best to
distract the guard. The guard doing his best to resist the hyped up
female, knowing his job (and possibly his life) is on the line if he
detours on this trek to medical. Through the courtyard and across the
campus, it was the slowest and longest trip the guard had ever
traversed. Finally, the medical building. The guard thinks, 'Great,
I can hand her over to them.' But Max has other ideas.
"Wait," Max turns to face the guard. "Are you sure you don't want to
touch, anything?" At this she removes her nightie. "I am very
touchable at this moment." She embraces the guard, who has dropped
his gun.
'How easy it is to reach around this vixen. She wants me, it's
obvious. Her curves are luscious, we could just..."
"Excuse me, Michaels, what is going on here? Bring X5-452 into this
building and report to your supervisor's office. Wait there for
disciplinary procedures." Said Dr. Dunham.
Max turns to see the doctor of her nightmares. Against her better
judgment, which is not very reliable while she is in heat, she
saunters up to Dr. Dunham. "I have missed you."
"And I, you." Said Dr. Dunham. "I would like you to follow me. We
have plans for this heat period of yours."
"Anything your say Doc."
Dr. Dunham led Max to one of the treatment rooms. Four other guards
were there already. "Doctor! You brought reinforcements this time.
How nice of you!" Max sidled up to the nearest guard who was
desperately trying to keep his eyes focused on anything, except Max.
Dr. Dunham intervened, "X5-452, please remove your clothing and sit on
the examination table."
"That should be easy, considering I just have panties on!" cooed Max.
"Yes. Now please sit up here and then lay back."
Max did as she was told. She got onto the exam table and laid down.
As soon as she did, each of the four guards advanced to restrain each
of her limbs. Max knew she was in trouble, heck, she knew she was in
trouble when she woke up this morning and every step of the way. But
this was more than she thought possible. She struggled, but in her
current position and mental capacity, she was unable to throw off the
four guards. Her arms were shackled separately and over her head.
She could not get any leverage with her arms. Her legs were shackled
to the corresponding side of the table and then stretched apart. The
shackles were tight and strong. There would be no escape.
"Thank you gentlemen. You may leave; one of you will guard the door
to this exam room and the others will report to your prearranged
posts. Guard, when the Director arrives, show her right in."
"The Director?" said Max. "First you have me tied up, naked, all
ready for a fun time and then you want the Director to share? How
Manticore of you."
"Yes X5-452, as much as I want you for myself, the Director has asked
to be in attendance. She will explain the procedure before we
proceed." The doctor pauses, ogling Max. He places one of his hands
on her inner thigh just above the knee. As his hand moves up her
thigh he completes his remark, "but I will have you again before this
day is over."
Max feels the warmth in his palm, the texture of his rough
fingerprints on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Each sensation
makes her mind spin and takes her to ecstasy. Her body arches into
his touch, as much as possible under the restraint. "Yes, X5-452. I
will have you." The doctor says quietly with all the assurance of
fact.
Director Renfro enters the exam room. "Good morning Doctor, X5-452.
I see we are ready to begin."
"I am here for you Madam Director," Max states glibly.
"I see you are. Have you been told why you are here?"
"No, the doc here is too much a coward to spill the beans. He said
you would tell."
"Well X5-452, it seems some time ago our cloning lab was destroyed by
a band of traitorous X5's. We have attempted to rebuild and resupply
the lab, but our efforts have failed. Our board of Directors no
longer feel it is in our best interests to bring in more surrogate
mothers. That has been quite a problem in the past. So, we are left
with the dilemma of how to grow our complex. How to make new
generations. Well, artificial insemination was decided and you,
X5-452, will be our guinea pig. You are now in heat. This is the
period of your cycle that places you in the best position to be
fertilized. We have collected sperm from the X7 variety and have
altered it to what we think is most compatible to your system. This
new breed will be X5/7. Monthly throughout your pregnancy, you will
be required to report to medical to undergo in-uetero testing and
enhancements. You will be given light duty and easier missions so as
not to harm the fetus. This baby will be watched over by a lot of
people. The continuation of the Manticore project relies on the health
of this pregnancy. Do you understand?"
Max answers saucily, "Oh, Yes Ma'am. And thanks to the academy for
your confidence in me and I hope I can accept this honor as..."
"X5-452. I know your attitudes are influenced by your current
condition so I will take your remarks with a grain of salt."
To the doctor, "Make sure you stimulate her system prior to injecting
the sperm. That will increase the effectiveness of the procedure."
Then quietly, "and do not forget to place the sensor as discussed."
"Yes Ma'am. I understand the procedures and she will stay here until
her temperature comes down. If it happens within 5 hours it is a sure
sign that the insemination was successful."
"Yes, please report the appropriate data when the procedure is
complete." With that, Director Renfro left and the doctor locked the
door.
"Alone at last. So what should I call you? X5-452 seems soooo
impersonal for what we will be doing today. Do you have any
suggestions?"
"Yeah, call me a taxi and get me out of here!"
"No such luck. Why don't I just call you sweetheart?" As the doctor
spoke, he continued to arrange the instruments and equipment he would
use for the procedure. When that was complete, he approached Max.
"How are you feeling today, sweet? Do you want me? Do you need me?
I bet you do. Well, I can give you what you want."
He started by touching her arms and then her breasts. It reminded her
exactly of the previous examination. But this time her senses took
over. Her body inflamed with his touch. Even though she knew better,
the more he caressed, the more she wanted. She moaned at each touch,
louder as he moved toward her parted legs. She cried out as he
touched her and as his fingers entered. The only outward sign of her
turmoil were the tears dripping from her eyes.
"Are you ready sweet? Not yet? How do you taste?" Dr. Dunham
positioned himself between her legs, on the table, well within reach
of his equipment. Then he bent down and licked the fragrant folds between her
thighs. "Wow. That is better than honey. Nothing compares to
an X5 in heat." Again he bent down this time moving his tongue back
and forth, in and out, bringing Max to an ecstasy she has rarely felt.
"It is almost time sweet. You are beginning to gush. I will have to
change the sheets even before I get my pleasure."
His fingers entered her again. "How's that? Do you like my tongue or
my fingers better? I am here to please you my sweet." Over and back,
in and out. Dr. Dunham continued. At the point of her climax, he inserted the
insemination equipment. It was cold and hard, the liquid it deposited
was warm and abundant. Max's body reacted to the procedure by
straining against her shackles. There was almost no movement, except
in her hips. Dr. Dunham held the device in place. Pushing the wand
further and harder into her. He gyrated with her hips until her
climax was complete. When she started to calm, he started to pull the
wand in and out of her bringing her to another furious climax. All
the while the fluid, hot and sticky, deposited into her system.
"How was that sweet? Am I good or am I good? You want more? We
could make this a regular event, you know. Oh, and don't worry about
me. I am so hard for you right now. It will be difficult, but I
think I can wait an hour or two before we start again. Next time it's
my turn and not that damn machine. But, I will give those overcharged
sperm a chance to establish their stronghold before I introduce mine
to the mix."
Max could not speak. Her mind and her mouth were disconnected.
Inside she was crying out 'NO! NO! You can't, this isn't happening.
How? Why? Why me?'
She felt the table tilt until her legs were positioned above her head.
A mixture of her inner liquids and the over spill of sperm dripped
down the table, over her back and eventually into her hair. Over the two-hour
period that the doctor kept her restrained, the mixture dried and
hardened all over her. Dr. Dunham regularly checked her temperature
and charted it. "You know that this is normally a nurse's duty. But
given the importance of this event I assured the director that I would
station myself next to you for the whole time."
Max found her voice, "You mean with your current hard-on, you can't do
anything other than take a temperature and a blood pressure!"
"Yes, sweetheart. That is probably closer to the truth. But we will
remedy that soon enough. And, lucky me, it will be a monthly event,
you and I. You will come here for the appropriate in-uetero testing
and enhancements and I will be here to follow it up with a little poke
of my own. Something to look forward to isn't it? Well, your
temperature has fallen dramatically, do you know what that means?"
"It means I am no longer 'hot to trot'?"
"Very good sweet. Technically it means that you are out of heat and
we have successfully taken you out of heat by impregnating you. Tests
in a week will confirm this. Now it is my turn. Do you know that the
smell from your climaxes hang in this room. It has kept me hard for
the last 2 hours."
Dr. Dunham began to undress.
"You can't do this. I will report you to Renfro. She will punish you
big time."
"There will be no way of her knowing. Your baby will be a confirmed
X5/7 mix and no doctor genes will be involved. I will clean you here
before you leave. She will consider you the liar. She will isolate
you, probably here in medical, so you can't do anything to the fetus.
Then you will be at my beck and call daily instead of monthly. Is
that what you want?"
"No." Max quietly acquiesced. He was right. They would not believe
her. Already she sensed the presence of the life within her. She had
to get out of this room with as little bravado as possible.
"I didn't think so." The table righted itself. Dr. Dunham climbed
atop of her and took his turn. When the procedure was complete he
cleaned her and instructed the guard to bring her clothing. Max
dressed and started to leave.
"Your instructions are to remain in your barracks the rest of today
and tomorrow. Your training schedule will be adjusted by then and you
are to report here in one week for your pregnancy test. Do you
understand?"
"Yes sir." Max left, glad to be away from that room. Glad for the
time off. She would sleep now for a long time. Then she could decide
how she could best protect her baby from the ministrations of
Manticore.
