“What is that thing?” she breathed as the Doctor closed the screen.
He met her gaze, and she was suddenly aware of the dark circles under his eyes. “Hell is real, Reagan,” he said. “Those things, those daemons, are what we all have created.”
She balked at him, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t…”
“Three years ago the Galactic Alliance recorded a rift in the fabric of space,” he said, sliding one of the files over to her and flipping it open. “A research vessel was dispatched to determine the cause of the rift but whatever probes or vessels that were sent into the rift were all lost, except for one.”
She flicked through the file at his prompting, pausing at the images of a great tear of fiery, blue and pink energy in the blackness of space, a photo of the research vessel and its thirty man crew beneath it and later of a probe droid, it’s silvered surface scorched and blackened and rent open by strange marks.
“The probe contained data unlike anything the Alliance scientists had ever seen before. To all eyes it seemed as though there was another universe behind the walls of our reality, that the rift was in actual fact a keyhole to that unimaginable place. They weren’t to know that the probe had brought back more than data, however, that the universe that it alluded to was a harsh and violent place that would make even the most inhospitable regions of our own reality look like a paradise.”
He passed her another file, opening on a page that contained a panicked transcript. “It became clear that something had entered our universe through the rift and that the probe had inadvertently brought it back to the research vessel. The ship’s female crew members all fell ill one after the other and soon began to transform.”
She turned the page and gasped at the grainy black and white images of more creatures, some still wearing tattered white and green Alliance uniforms, hurtling through the ship.
“The vessel crashed on a nearby planet, spilling its diseased payload onto that world from where it spread across the galaxy. These monsters, these daemons, are smart and powerful. They adapted quickly with each planet they consumed, each system they infected. Where they began as little more than monsters, they now command fleets of their own and have brought the Alliance to its knees.”
Reagan stared at the Doctor, her heart pounding as she recalled the terrible screams that she had heard earlier that day. “What does this have to do with me though?” she hissed.
His dark expression faltered, his lip twitching in a smile as he handed her the next file, open to a page headed by a picture of herself in a grey lab coat with three green stripes running vertically from her right shoulder.
“Doctor Reagan Brightstar,” he said, a note of pride in his voice. “The Alliance’s foremost geneticist. Whilst the fleet bought time you were the one leading the efforts to find a cure. You were the one who worked out that the daemons release a type of pheromone that causes the DNA of other species to mutate. I was on your team. We had almost cracked the code when…”
“One of the subjects got loose,” she finished, the dream she had witnessed in the suite only a few nights ago suddenly coming back to her. “I remember… They were killing them all… Will…” The name hit her like a punch to the gut, the face of her brother vanishing behind the bulkhead door as he pushed her through the small opening before turning to make a stand against the creatures.
The Doctor hung his head, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “You remember your brother?” he asked before nodding softly. “Good. Your brother was a great man and a good friend to me. Not a day goes past where I do not think how much I miss him.”
Tears tracked down her cheeks as she stared into the Doctor’s familiar face, the fog that had dominated her mind for so many days starting to clear. The simple silver ring caught the light as he wrung his hands together, the small symbol inscribed upon the band read ‘forever’ in the Elven tongue.
“Who are you?” she breathed.
He looked at her with such longing that she thought he might collapse. The tears in his eyes broke free, rolling down his cheeks into the stubble of his beard.
“Tell me,” she insisted, touching her own index finger on her left hand, subconsciously aware that something was missing.
“I can’t,” he said. “I want to, but I can’t.” He took the final file from the desk and opened it for her. The page displayed the results of a number of blood samples. She saw her name as well as Milly’s and all the other girls’ names that they had been imprisoned alongside. She picked up the file, flicking through the pages as her brain made sense of what she was reading, her understanding of the science unhindered by the drugs that had stripped her memories.
“We are infected?” she breathed.
He nodded grimly. “You have been ever since the day your brother died.”
****
Reagan woke to the pounding of her own head and the low hum of a nearby engine. She tried to stretch but something was holding her in place. Lights shone overhead, dim yet bright enough to make her squint in her lucid state. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked around slowly as the fog that clouded her mind began to part. She was encased in a kind of upright glass cylinder. She wore a leather straight jacket that pulled her arms across her chest beneath her bare boobs and was fastened tightly behind her back. Straps bound her legs together around her ankles and above and below her knees whilst more straps pinned her to the lightly cushioned surface that she lay against. A collar was cool against her neck and a ball gag was large in her mouth, straps securing it beneath her chin and behind her head.
She looked beyond the small glass cylinder to the room that she was in. There were three other containers, two on each side of the room and each containing another of the girls from the prison, bound and gagged as she was. She was glad to see Milly opposite her, her blue hair pulled into a high ponytail as Reagan’s had been. Zara was in the tube beside her, her arms crossed beneath her small tits, her short hair tousled around her face. She couldn’t see who was in the tube beside her own. A large table lay in the centre of the room and there were numerous devices set about the edges of the room that both terrified her and stirred something within her. It was almost as if they were in a miniature version of the Doctor’s lab.
The door to the room opened and the Doctor stepped inside. He was cleaning his glasses on a scrap of cloth and had shed his suit jacket and tie. No nurses accompanied him as the door slid shut behind him, Reagan catching sight of a narrow corridor leading into what seemed to be a cockpit beyond.
“You’re all awake,” he said, his cheerful tone returned. “Good.”
Reagan tried to remember what had happened. The facility had been attacked. They had been taken from their cells… Something about Hell being real and daemons flooding through a rift in space.
“The prison has been compromised,” the Doctor said bluntly. “Fortunately we had made preparations for this inevitability. You may be a little less comfortable from now on, but at least we can continue our work.”
“The others are all fine,” the Doctor continued. “Unfortunately they elected to leave the process, however, which makes the four of you even more valuable than you were before.”
Reagan closed her eyes, the realisation that she had chosen once again to be here a familiar revelation.
“The nurses will no longer be assisting me,” he went on. “But this ship has been specifically designed for our work. Computer, please prepare our guests for the warp-jump.”
Reagan looked up as panels in the top and bottom of her tube opened. Her eyes widened as two pairs of robotic arms snaked out of the opening towards her. She recoiled but the straps that held her down meant she had no way of avoiding the arms as they slid a blindfold over her eyes and slithered up her legs. Something cold and slick with lube was pressed between the lips of her pussy and into her ass and she shuddered as the vibrator and butt plug slid inside her. Her breathing quickened, her toes curling and her fists clenched in the sleeves of the tight fitting jacket. She couldn’t see anything and the only thing she could here was the distant hum of the ships engines as they began to power up.
The vibrator clicked on, the butt plug beginning to buzz inside of her ass a moment later. She gasped, her mouth filling with saliva as her eyes rolled up into her head. She could not see,
She could not hear, she could not move and as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her she ceased to be able to think as well. The straps held her in her upright position despite her body wanting to double over in ecstasy. She had expected the toys to torment her by switching off when she neared an orgasm but they continued to thrum inside of her, driving her up that hill and tipping her gleefully over the edge. She cried out, the sound muffled by her gag and the glass chamber she was encased within. The leather straps creaked and groaned but no matter how hard she pulled she barely moved an inch and the vibrations never stopped.
She screwed her eyes shut, her breath coming hard and fast around the ball gag that fit so snuggly between her lips. All she could think about was the fiery pleasure burning between her legs, the feel of her own juices as they cascaded down her inner thighs like a waterfall. She lost count of how many times she came, how many times she tried to toss her head or scream her joy as the toys continued to plumb the depths of her delights.
After what might have been an hour, but what could just as easily have been a day, she felt metal arms take hold of her. The straps that had held her down for so long slackened and the gag that made her jaw ache was removed. She blinked in the dim light of the room as her blindfold was removed and the glass front of her prison slid open. She was strangely grateful for the robotic arms that steadied her, thinking that she might simply sag and collapse forward onto the deck given how weak her knees were. The vibrator and plug in her ass at last fell still, though neither she noted were removed.
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