Alec Krycheck had always considered himself a handsome man, and he used his appearance to entice several victims into his trap. He wasn't overly vain, but he possessed the skill of seducing women and making them believe he truly loved them, even though his heart held no love. Over time, his immorality twisted him, and he began to view most of his victims as freaks or animals.
The latest victim was no exception. She lay restrained in bed, slender and short, with sharp features that gave her a distinct, almost supernatural look. Even in her sedated state, her feral nature was clear on her face. Unaware of her surroundings, Krycheck monitored the situation to ensure that the creature remained asleep.
She was far from ugly; in fact, her face resembled that of a fairy or something rare and unusual. Krycheck had known this creature for over a century. He had played a part in creating her, or rather, her rage. Once human, her unique genes had made her the perfect candidate for a once-in-a-lifetime experiment. She was the sole survivor, and the experiment centered around her genes had made her truly one-of-a-kind. Immortal and invincible, nothing could kill her. Even if she were blown up by a bomb, she would regenerate.
Krycheck had his own plans for her. He had attempted to brainwash her multiple times, but now he was changing tactics. He had conducted these types of experiments on humans for at least 25 years, but this was the first time his drug was potent enough to affect this creature. Once it took effect, she would be his. Krycheck wasn't seeking love; he desired possession. He wanted her to obey him, perhaps even love him, and become his weapon.
Her rage and darkness would become his assets, and he would unleash hell upon his enemies with her by his side. She had her own organization, but soon it would be his. Krycheck had a plan for the pack she had once belonged to. His drug would work on the men as well, and it was a well-known fact that the Salvatores engaged in same-sex relationships. This wasn't new to Krycheck; he might not engage in much physical activity, but he would be the one the Salvatores loved and obeyed.
He knew that love was just a neurochemical reaction in the brain, nothing real. It was easy enough to achieve now with his new cocktail. This creature had been infused with his cocktail for two weeks, and soon she would be ready for the next phase. It was time to get to know her. His crew had captured her during one of her sabotaging missions, and it was a jackpot. This time, Krycheck was not going to share this creature with Mr. Sark. Sark only wanted her enzymes, to torture her. While Sark used and abused her body, Krycheck unleashed his attack on her mind.
Krycheck turned to his subordinate and said, "Do you have the latest test results on her status? What is the saturation level in her blood?"
The subordinate scurried away and soon returned with a few sheets of paper, irritating Krycheck as he preferred to view the results on his tablet. He looked at the results and saw that the subject's metabolism had been slowed down, meaning she did not eliminate the drugs as quickly as normal. The blood saturation of the main component was already at 65%, but Krycheck was looking for anything over 72% before allowing her to wake up slightly. She would remain sedated for a long time, falling in love with him. It would take time for this programming to become a reality. Krycheck decided not to use any virtual reality helmets or similar devices, as it might disrupt the entire process. This had to be real.
The subject had been given a long-term blocker to control her rage. Krycheck was unsure if this blocker could be bypassed, and it would be interesting to test. Was there something that could unleash her rage despite the blocker? But first, he needed to focus on his mission.
A few days later, Krycheck came to check on the situation, with Mr. Sark walking beside him.
He saw the target and remarked, "Interesting. You are trying to tame the beast. She's an interesting subject. I could use her too."
Krycheck simply replied, "I will start working on her soon, so this will take time. But you are free to stick around."
Sark was unsure of what all of this was about. He watched as a few nurses entered the room and undressed the target. She was skinny but not emaciated, and she had a decent physique with some muscle on her slender frame. She was feminine enough.
Soon, Krycheck walked into the room and found the subject lying naked on a bed in what appeared to be a bedroom setting. Surprisingly, she was not restrained in any way. Krycheck himself was also naked, and Sark observed the scene with a clinical detachment. Krycheck had a considerable amount of body hair, and he was well-endowed as a human.
He approached the bed, lay next to the target, and began touching and caressing her. The target showed minimal response. Sark listened as Krycheck spoke gently to the target, continuing to caress her body and expressing his love for her. Her eyes were barely open as Krycheck kissed her passionately and continued to touch her.
She seemed heavily drugged, but she offered no resistance when Krycheck spread her legs and entered her, starting a rhythm of movement while kissing her and repeatedly declaring his love. Krycheck engaged in sexual intercourse with the subject for hours, and she never fought back.
Sark observed this without emotion, seeing it as merely another medical experiment. He wondered if, given the subject's strong willpower, Krycheck could convince her to conceive a child using his sperm. Sark saw many potential opportunities in this situation. When Krycheck finally ejaculated deep inside the subject and stayed inside her momentarily before withdrawing, he took a syringe from the bedside table and injected the subject, causing her to pass out.
Krycheck then went to shower, feeling very satisfied with himself. The physical release was fulfilling for him, especially since it had been difficult for him to find suitable partners due to his size. However, this willing and compliant individual, so tight and wet, was able to handle him effortlessly. He was pleased with how easily he had aroused the subject and how she had seemingly felt everything, despite being heavily drugged.
He had learned from previous experiences with other pretenders who could learn even in their sleep, so this situation was ideal for him. He had done some cooperation with The Centre and he had learned about pretenders, but she was now for him to mold and manipulate. The Centre had expressed their interest in her too. He had no intention of causing her harm. His only goal was to provide her with pleasure and impart his version of love to her through pleasurable experiences. Krycheck knew what he was doing. He was not going to share her.
I woke up feeling groggy, my memory not fully functioning. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a bedroom, lying naked on a soft bed. Despite not feeling tired at all, I sensed someone returning to bed. I could hear their breathing as they pulled me closer, their touch caressing my body and stimulating my nipples, causing me to let out sighs of pleasure.
"My love, you're awake. You have no idea how much I adore you. You are truly mine, my love," they whispered before kissing me.
I struggled to remember their name, feeling a sense of love but unsure of their identity. Their kiss was skilled, but I could feel their hairy chest against mine, which felt strange and somehow wrong. Their touch aroused me, and I was almost falling back asleep when they spread my legs and began pleasuring me, making me wet. I could feel them thrusting into me, grunting with each deep penetration. I tried to move with them, but it all felt like a dream. They continued thrusting faster and deeper, and I knew they were about to climax. Finally, they released inside me, filling my womb with their sperm. They remained inside me for a while, still hard, before continuing to have sex with me.
I couldn't be sure if I had orgasmed or not. Vague memories of them ejaculating inside me multiple times surfaced, and I had a strange sensation that my womb shouldn't be open, but it was.
Just as Krycheck knocked the subject out again, she was subjected to several more hours of intercourse. Afterward, Krycheck left to shower, and a group of scientists arrived to move the subject to another room. They conducted various tests on her reproductive organs and DNA profiles, all while continuing to administer the drugs that made her feel love and pleasure, increasing the chances of her body accepting Krycheck's DNA.
Sark, curious about the potential benefits of this manipulation, observed the experiments. He had no interest in engaging physically with her, as he was not particularly interested in sex. His pleasure derived from other sources, and his lack of experience in relationships, explained his asexual tendencies.
Sark was unsure about the type of woman that would interest him, but this particular specimen had fascinated him for so long that he couldn't imagine having sex with her. He saw her as a subject, not someone in his bed. Krycheck, on the other hand, seemed to have no such qualms. Good for him.
I had no idea how long I had been here or where I was. I didn't even know who I was or who had been having sex with me, and it had happened multiple times. My mind was a mess from the drugs, and they had started to affect various aspects of my mental state, including my connection with my babies.
The drugs were corrupting that bond, making it harder for my babies to feel me. They could sense my condition, as well as the presence of enemies and my thoughts. But they were just infants, and they had tried their best to help. Unfortunately, the drugs were taking over more and more. They felt like they were losing their mother, and their desperation drove them to do everything they could.
Using their magic, which was amplified by their father's magic, the babies reached out between realms. Their magic found someone who could help and pulled two souls back to Earth temporarily. It wasn't a permanent solution, but the babies had given them a chance to assist the person they loved most in the world and beyond.
In a remote facility in northern Georgia, two figures emerged. It took them a while to orient themselves, but they both sensed that their beloved was in danger. They knew she had been abused and used for weeks, and somehow they now had a way to help her. They had physical bodies, but time was limited for them as well. They began their search for her, navigating the corridors of the vast facility, which spanned over ten floors and housed a large staff. There were only a few exits, making escape difficult. They exchanged a few words, consumed by worry for their loved one. Finally, they reached a floor where they sensed her presence.
It was nighttime as they went from room to room. In one room, they discovered a monitoring station. With a few button presses, they accessed the feed and witnessed how she had been used and mistreated. They knew she needed help, but first, she needed to be freed from this place.
They went from room to room, and she was a few rooms further. She was again naked and used and men could smell the stink in her skin. Her skin was pale and both of them touched her very first time in a long time. Knowing very well that this might last time that they got to touch her. They unhooked the cannulas in her and one man went into the cupboard and found several adrenaline syringes.
He said to another, " She needs help, but getting out is not easy. She needs her rage."
The other one nodded solemnly. The man plunged an adrenaline syringe into her thigh. She was moving. He had several syringes, and he hit her with another. She opened her eyes, deep blueberry blue, dark as night, still groggy, looking at them both, like she would not believe in her eyes.