Right Here, Right Now - Chapter 6
I don't own Hellsing or the characters. Here is the long awaited chapter. It's not for minors... a little dubcon, teensy bit... proceed with caution, et cetera et cetera. Thank you to every one of you reviewers! I 3 you all!
The major's pudgey gloved hand slowly stroked the priest's abdomen and up to his chest and shoulders, as if half surveying a specimen and also doing it with love and care. Although, the major was not capable of care, as everyone knew. He loved to take in all the sick pleasures of life; fine wine and rich foods, sex, money, murder. A sick smile crept upon his features as the priest whimpered at his touch.
"Truly, an amazing specimen." Dok grinned at the Major's reaction. Anderson's mouth began to move as he barely whispered to them.
"What is it you want with me?" It didn't take a vampire to detect the irishman's fear. The priest was trembling as he spoke. Dok grinned and Major laughed.
"You," he motioned towards Anderson's body, "are perfect! A regenerator with a spectacular human form. Beautiful Aryan hair, strong build, nice... Ehem." Dok gave Major a motion that reminded him to stay on topic. He continued,
"We intend to.... How could I put this... Ah, test the limits of your perfection, and then take those results to create a whole new addition to our ranks." Anderson grew fearfull for not only his life, but also his dignity.
"A-and how exactly are you going to 'test' me," he spoke cautiously.
"Mhmmm, how indeed," Major grinned deviously, "Dok, the tools, if you will?"
Dok nodded quickly, as if awoken from a trance, and rolled over a medical cart. Major hummed to himself as he took up a syringe filled with a slightly yellow liquid from the cart's top.
"This," he held up the needle, "is a substance that controls when you may feel pleasure." He brought the needle to the priest's flacid member and found a vein. Anderson did his best to struggle away, but the bindings were far to strong. He shut his eyed in anticipated pain. Major injected the dosage and spoke,
"There," he grinned, " now that wasn't to bad. Now, we will begin the tests. Dok!" he called. Dok nodded and brought up his clipboard and pen to record data or some such. Major turned back to Anderson and started slowly stroking his cock. Very slowly, it was pumped to life. Anderson began incoherently reciting broken bits of multiple prayers he had once learned. He wished desperately that he could control these unwanted feelings, but it was a man's nature. Anderson moaned as Major's pace quickened and he pumped harder. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, the priest fought to keep his dignity intact.
"We will now measure the effects of drug number one. In short, how long it takes for you to release." he smiled evily.
"Ah.. Ahhh, st-op, ple.." he choked on his own words as his pleasure heightened. Small pearls of liquid dripped down his cock from the fleshy pink tip. All of the pleasure in his being was building up to one point. He was about to lose everything he had, all with his first release, his first cave into this carnal sin. Something had kept him from full release, and it was painful. His pre ejaculate covered his now fully erect cock. Major's hand now glided smoothly as his gloves became coated with the wetness of the Iscariot's member. Anderson was almost screaming in agony from the pleasure.
"B-bastard," he moaned as Dok stiffled back a chuckle, "ahh!"
Harder and harder Major pumped his cock, and harder his swollen member became. Major gave the signal to Dok and instructed the mad doctor to inject a new serum. The doctor brought over a new syringe and injected it carefully whilst Major continued to pump the priest's lower extremity. Almost immediately, he released himself with a scream. The sticky white liquid covered his stomach and chest. The first taste of this new pleasure. It made Anderson sick to realize that he liked it.
"Hmm, enough fun for now," Major drawled. He now brought out a scalpel and a pair of large medical tweezers. Swiftly, Major brought the blade down on his skin, right under his collar bone. Methodically, het traced every vein he saw, leaving in his wake lines of crimson. Anderson gasped, still in a daze from the last ordeal. Here was a man who has had limbs severed and regenerated back into place, but the pain was still as excruciating as ever. Before Major reached the veins in the priest's toes, he began regenerating. Major cuckled sinisterly.
"That will not do, now we have to start all over!" he laughed.
"You, bastards," Anderson strained defiantly. He snarled halfheartely at the touch of the cool metal blade. Immediately, Major stabbed with vigor at Anderson's chest, makng sure to painfully skewer the heart. Blood blurred the regenerator's vision and fluid flooded into his lungs and chest cavity. Pain. Cold. Then darkness. He was dead, but not for long. Major would see to that.