Chapter 9. Just A Memory

Each begrudging step felt heavier than the last one. While walking behind him a wild thought came just as quickly as it went of knocking him out and making a run for it but he would catch her before even reaching the elevator. They'd been walking for a couple minutes through metallic corridors that winded twisted and turned, reminding her of endurance training sessions that made her feel sick. Spencer referred to them as such. Often they had to do with various creatures who once had been either human or animal, DNA spliced with only God knew what.

These twists and turns were the same ones she had seen when strapped to a metal rolling table drifting in and out of consciousness, noticing her allies having to endure the same process. All entered an enormous auditorium except instead of there being any seats or stands there were only cargo units serving as holding cells for whatever thing each one forcibly encountered. They could tell not even these experiments wanted to be there.

All had been forced to witness each others sessions, drugged the entire time and barely conscious. It felt strange that she went last. She could hardly recall what all happened the past week on that day, watching helplessly while the others were taken again and again being unable to fight back due to their inebriated state. Now it was her turn and by no means could she have prepared for what had taken place. The other women barely lasted having been dominated by humanoids- which were basically zombies that had the control compound in their systems- and "hunters". She couldn't quite recall what else they had to endure since she kept passing out from the effects of whatever drugs had been administered. She didn't care to find out and would try to fight back if possible.

The sounds of straps releasing were heard while the feeling of hands upon bare skin caused a shiver throughout her core then the feeling of cold, hard metal stung as she turned onto a rather limp side. Some random lab workers just dropped her onto the floor and quite roughly at that, casually taking their exit. The drugs were wearing off which wasn't a good sign since now she'd be able to feel everything done. When the realization dawned on her, she tried standing from a side position only to flail around then awkwardly fall back onto the floor. The majority of her body still felt numb but at least she was still aware of her surroundings.

After a momentary silence, a stern familiar voice spoke from speakers up high, safe behind bullet-proof glass on a second floor. Her weary eyes noticed several others standing behind Spencer in the room but she couldn't quite distinguish whose faces they were.

"Your endurance training will now proceed as planned. Just as the others before you, if something should happen or you have had enough, speak out and the session will prematurely end. Just know that when this happens, your endurance will be limited to the potential which is possessed. This will be your only opportunity. There is no room for failure."

Immediately after he spoke the first unit released, signaling the sessions start. At first the being didn't come out. It was only when he heard a thud from nearby that caused him to stir hesitantly coming her way. She still couldn't stand but at least enough feeling returned to both legs and arms making her able to kneel. His skin had that strange glistening appeal that naturally came from the compound enhancing his features. A small amount of sweat covered his black shoulder length hair and forehead, ash colored eyes meeting her unsteady figure. Lips parted slightly as he approached, coaxing the unfamiliar woman to lie beneath him. She gave in with little resistance realizing that there wouldn't be much point in fighting back since it meant this would take longer to end.

An agitated voice brought her back to the present. She already sat down on his bed half hearing some harsh line spat out. She just shrugged, undressing herself and not caring what had been said while laying down in his front. His lips parted slightly in astonishment looking onward at this unexpected submission. Her legs parted, a hand beckoning him over.

He crossed his arms out of irritation, letting out a sigh and responding "That's not the command I just gave you. You weren't listening, were you?"

She sat up allowing him to make the first move. He pulled down his pants in response, shaking his head with an unsatisfactory smirk.

"Tsk tsk, you'll get nowhere by behaving this way. I'm not one to repeat myself. This type of impudent behavior will not be tolerated."

She rolled her eyes, laying back down on her side.

"What does it matter? Just have your fill of me then be done. That's what everyone else does, why am I so different to you? I mean, what makes me so special?"

"What was so important to think about that caused you to miss my crucial command?"

He quickly came to her side, grabbing a fistful of hair once again. She winced just as before, grabbing at his wrist.

"Why are you doing this to me? Can't you see my life is miserable enough already?!"

She practically screamed while sobbing, tears violently falling from a pained expression.

"Each time you fail to heed my command or answer a simple question, punishment will be administered. Shall I partially remove your scalp or will you provide the required answers?"

She closed weeping eyes tightly, sniffling out a quiet response.

"All right, all right, I'll answer them. Please let me go, this hurts so bad that I can't even think straight."

He loosened his grip but didn't completely remove it, waiting for an exceptional response.

"I wasn't listening because I'd been reminded of a past memory. The metal corridors reminded me and I'm sorry. I'll do what you want me to...It won't happen again."

"It better not for your sake."

He pulled on both arms gently for a change, leading her back to his crotch and instructing trembling hands to finish what he had started. She began stroking him trying to hide a grim expression. Her gaze averted to the side as the memory briefly returned of that same being fondling her. He had coaxed in a similar manner, wanting her to return the favor.

After both had their foreplay, she recalled how he mounted her almost in an instructed and mechanical way. A strange feeling came over her during that time. She knew from then on there would be major changes taking place, not only around her but from within as well. This peculiar web-like appendage from within wrapped around him, almost acting as some sort of secondary orifice. Whatever it was, it hadn't made its presence known until that moment. It caused him to only orgasm once, groaning wildly until he briefly spasmed, passing out on top of her even as his semen poured out.

At first she thought he died from this interaction but noticed shallow breathing after rolling him off and onto his back. This new add-on must have formed thanks to the control compound. A small groan came out when she made yet another attempt to stand, then chose to lie back down suddenly upon hearing another unit open followed by claws clicking on metal. She knew very well what thing caused this sound. It could barely be called a human.

She remembered how its tongue felt when licking her womanhood clean, trailing all the way to a somewhat panicked chest until softly wrapping around a tense neck. It lasted longer than the humanoid; nearly fifteen minutes longer much to her dismay. At least they were released from her grasp once the strange appendage had its fill.

A hunter leapt from his holding cell upon the door opening producing that strange clicking sound. It seemed to sniff the air much like her last counterpart had, inhaling her scent before stalking over that way. He let out a curious soft screech, poking at the creature passed out on top of her at first then kicked what prevented his own pleasure out of the way. She felt relieved to have the excess weight removed. The human test subject must have been quite large before having been transformed.

Sadness often accompanied these thoughts, wondering how these people were like, what they did in life, whether or not they had families of their own. And now, now their lives meant nothing. Sometimes she felt the same way. She couldn't distinguish how her life was any different than theirs. She felt used, only serving one single purpose for those around her expecting nothing in return having been conditioned in that way for her entire life.

He did the exact same thing as the others before, placing both claws on either side of her and had his way, passing out afterwards. A pattern was very clear here along with a realization. None of these creatures wanted to inflict harm. She wondered if things had gone the same way for the other females who were forced into this but couldn't be for certain. Secondly she realized how deadly of a weapon Spencer intended for her to become. She certainly hoped that he felt content with his decision since she had the full intention of using this to her own advantage; especially when it meant his likely demise.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be possible with him while he remained focused. This all took place less than a month prior, yet it only felt like yesterday. Strangely enough, seconds before the Hunter lost consciousness it rolled over letting out a painful groan. Two other gigantic units remained, the very last one harboring a foreboding presence. Neither of them could be good but there had been something about that last one which filled Sacrene with unspeakable dread.

Steps were heard behind the hardened barrier until instead of it being released just as the others, something ripped the object off its hinges. A brief momentary silence passed by until what should have been a nightmare now stood a mere twenty feet away and looked very much alive. Exact replicas of Mr. X and Nemesis blatantly walked over, picked her up, turned her upside down then began their own method of oral play. While one pleased her with his mouth, she returned the favor with hers for the other. Both did so until being unable to wait any longer. Nemesis grabbed ahold curvaceous thighs while his equivalent kept a firm hold around both arms.

When first seeing how huge the two were not only in stature, she knew this experience was going to start out as painful. It took a minute of easing his way inside while a stray tendril rubbed a throbbing clitoris but eventually, most of his inhuman phallus penetrated deeply within. The sensation caused her grip to tighten around the other males hips and her toes to curl. She couldn't even let out a scream as a result of being so blindsided. For once, it had been her turn to feel pleasure, orgasming while feeling unashamed.

Soon enough, the other ones member found its way inside a different kind of orifice, only fitting partially due to its width. She decided to use her hands for the rest of him hearing groans of pleasure because of this. At least they weren't all that rough then.

When what felt like hours had passed, Nemesis had at last lost consciousness, letting her go while falling to his knees, panting until thudding against the metallic ground moments later. A clock placed beside the room on the second floor caught her attention since she now faced that way as Mr. X helped himself. It had indeed been hours since this session began. She couldn't have been drugged for all that long; probably only for ten minutes on the way over here and that had been nearly four hours ago. She had no idea how standing was even possible but somehow her wobbly legs managed for the next hour and a half. Just as his equivalent before him, the being succumbed to her peculiar weapon, releasing his hold, stumbling backwards while panting then completely lost consciousness.

She fell down onto an uneasy stomach, unable to stand at this point. The last participant could be heard as he decided to completely smash his confinement, gradually making his way to her. She forced herself to roll over while straining to see what now oozed close by...A gelatinous, dark purple creature with hundreds of tentacles used four to grab her, carrying the stunned victim to his front. Onyx slits that hardly passed for eyes gazed at her as deep groans emanated from within the creature. Some sort of attachment poked out of what would have been a crotch, appearing to be a large stub until the organ emerged in its entirety. It seemed that his phallus remained sheathed while flaccid. The organ itself resembled the first half of a human leg, only much fleshier and organ-like. It caused her to shiver while being rubbed against this...thing.

He surprised her when first inserting two tentacles inside which somehow when combined rivaled the previous males. He did this briefly until inserting a third which was almost too much but she refused to give up now. Both her head and body felt as though it may explode, and still regardless of this, she had to prove them wrong. She did in fact endure to the end, even when he pushed her down onto his enormous member, having his way for nearly three hours until ejaculating while groping hips and breasts, semen flooding out of her womb.

She met the ground with a hard thud, hearing the creature taking deep breaths before it too passed out. The last thing she recalled was laying on her back, fighting to stay awake as blurry figures came into view. She cared less what they had to say wanting only to sleep and pretend none of that ever happened.

That day continued playing throughout her anxious mind as she focused on the current objective; bringing the familiar face to that same fate. It didn't take much focus while hearing heavy breathing and exchanging no words. He must have enjoyed oral sex because it took almost twelve minutes before he wanted intercourse.