Chapter 5
Flin was speaking as they returned to the house they had appropriated.
"The feline we encountered tonight was displaying somewhat unusual behavior."
"Yes."
The body of the house's previous occupant lay in the kitchen - they passed the corpse without the slightest glance at it.
"I find them a fascinating species - an ancient and proud race. I hope one day we will be able to fathom their minds, understand what it is they are really planning. You know, they claim to have abandoned any plans for overt domination of this world eons ago, before we had even discovered it, and settled instead on a policy of manipulating the humans into serving them. But it is impossible to say whether this is the truth or not. Their minds contain a truly dizzying intellect."
Flin paused and smiled gently before continuing.
"As demonstrated by their devious powers of psychological manipulation. The humans truly believe they rule this planet and the cats are their subjects. I know it sounds incredible but it is true. They do not have the slightest inkling as to the truth. Such genius."
Marcus raised his eyebrows, acknowledging the truth of what Flin was saying.
"I did on one occasion have the honor of sitting in on a feline philosophy discussion." Flin's voice sounded almost enthusiastic. "Cat philosophy is awe inspiring to behold. I almost immediately found myself lost amidst the intellectual cut and thrust of the debate. One of them, a longhaired tabby I seem to recall, gave such an incisive reappraisal of the construct of harmony, both logical and pre-established, that I was dizzy with the ontological implications for almost two hundred years. I wonder if..."
"Perhaps we can discuss the depths of your intellectual humiliation at a subsequent temporal node. For now, I suggest we attend to the matter at hand." They had arrived and Marcus opened the bedroom door, motioning for Flin to enter first.
Flin shot him a dark look and walked into the bedroom. Once inside he stopped and stared at the sight of their prisoner.
"Fascinating."
"Yes. Fascinating," replied Marcus.
They continued to gaze upon the naked, supine form that lay upon the bed of their lodgings. At around five-foot-three, the young lady was somewhat short by the standards of a future age, but not so here. Two pairs of eyes traced their way up her body, from her bound ankles and thighs, to the mound of her pubic hair, onward across her stomach and to her breasts - her hands bound behind her back serving to emphasize them. Then they drifted across her leather-clad throat and on to her lips - full, half open and inviting. Finally they settled on her deep blue eyes - eyes that regarded them with a strange lack of reaction, almost coldness. If they had been more attuned the subtleties of human body language Marcus and Flin would have found that disquieting. She lay there, silent, regarding them - only her naked torso moving - gently rising and falling with her breath.
Marcus and Flin looked at each other, each feeling arousal stirring down below.
"Ahem." Flin spoke. "We must remain focused on the task. Do not allow yourself to become distracted."
"True. We are at the limit of our mission range. We must remain alert for any behavioral deviations that might be indicative of emotional infection."
"Do you perceive any?"
"No."
"Excellent. We shall proceed."
They advanced upon their captive. A slight increase in muscle tension was her only response.
Marcus stared at the woman's body as Flin scanned her energy signature. She was breathing in long smooth breaths, and Marcus found the way her body moved with each breath to be incredibly erotic. Marcus placed his hand on her inner thigh, stroking up and down slightly. He glanced at Flin while she shifted slightly - helpless to avoid his touch.
"Are you finished yet?" Marcus demanded, a hint of impatience in his voice.
"Hmmm - oh, yes. The readings possess an anomalous nature."
"How so?"
"One - that collar is preternatural. She appears to have been tagged."
"Their methods are inefficient. Interdict the signal for now, we will remove it later if needed."
Flin stared at his rock for a moment. "Done."
"Two," Flin continued, "There is definitely the target's energy signature in there." He took on an almost glazed expression. "It is..." Flin searched for the word, his eyes locked on the smooth rock, "extraordinary."
"Yes, and?"
"There is another."
"Another what? Specify!"
"Another energy signature! There are two entities in that body."
"Inconceivable!"
"Apparently not. The readings are quite clear."
"Then you're not reading it right."
"I'm reading it right, man, look!"
Flin tossed the instrument to Marcus. Marcus caught it at the last second, reluctant to take his hands off the female. He regarded the featureless instrument.
"Apparently your analysis is valid."
"It usually is."
"Strangely I have not noticed the phenomenon while I have been associated with you."
"Perhaps because you are particularly unobservant."
They glared at each other for a moment, an almost electric current flowing between them.
"The other is irrelevant. We will interrogate the primary target."
Flin looked at her, then back to Marcus.
"Would it not be more logical to take it back with us then conduct the interrogation - in a place where we can extract the information from it effortlessly?"
"I think we should do it now; implement appropriate interrogative processes while we have the opportunity."
"I do not believe your plan is efficient. We should remove her from this pitiful dimension and extract the energy from this flesh sack at our leisure."
"Flin," Marcus stared at him, "look at it."
Flin held his gaze for a moment then looked at the the female. Her eyes were upon him, round and intense. He looked down her body, drinking it in. Something began to stir within him. Marcus chose that moment to put his hand over her groin, and begin rubbing at the mound of dark hair there. She cried out with surprise at the touch as Marcus' hand stroked her sensitive area, but there was nothing she could do to avoid the sensual massage.
Flin licked his lips.
"It is possible you are right. We should...interrogate her now, while we have the opportunity. However, we must remember that we are at the limit of our range. We need to remain vigilant for contamination."
"Of course," replied Marcus, slipping two fingers inside her warm pussy, "I would never allow contamination to occur."
She gasped as the digits penetrated her, and gasped again, louder this time, as they began to move, stroking her.
"One of us will constrain her noises during the process," Flin stated. "It would be unconstructive to be interrupted."
"Excellent suggestion, Flin." Marcus' eye remained fixed upon her face, her eyes were closed, mouth half open, her jaw moving as she swallowed - her growing fear tightening her throat, "but that is an unlikely scenario as the proximity of the neighbors is sufficiently distant to make such an eventuality unlikely."
"True, but nonetheless - we should not entertain pointless risks. Sounds waves can travel surprising distance in these environmental conditions."
"Also true," Marcus nodded in agreement, "How shall we proceed then?"
"As I believe I proposed some time ago," Flin said, while Marcus ignored the barb, "we exploit the human's susceptibility to pain."
Marcus bore an expression of slight disappointment. "A sound enough paradigm. However, my counterproposal is this: we insert our penises into it's orifices and copulate until it can bear no more and divulges the relevant data."
Flin looked confused. "How would that encourage it to divulge sensitive information? Surely the organism would enjoy the process."
"Apparently quite the reverse. Females find the process intolerable unless they acquiesce to the procedure."
"How odd. Do the mechanics of the copulation process change?"
"In essence - no. It can more vigorous, resulting in some physiological damage to the female, but typically the process is not life threatening."
"Then why is non-consensual copulation perceived in such a negative light?"
"Psychological factors, societal processes and conditioning."
"Interesting. This is truly a confusing dimension."
"And what of when a female copulates with a male without consent."
"Typically this is not seen as an issue. The male merely reframes the event afterwards and divulges to his associates that it was he who initiated the event and was in control."
"Uncanny."
"True. It is complex indeed, especially when one considers that the female will often feign non-acquiescence when in fact wishing to mate."
Flin stared at Marcus, then at the female, then at Marcus once more. "I respect that this is your area of expertise, but pain is mine. And this clearly demonstrates why inflicting pain is a superior option. Humans always perceive pain as an aversive stimuli." There was a pause. "Well, almost always."
Marcus raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
"In certain context humans can enjoy having pain inflicted upon themselves," Flin explained, "however, typically that is in low dosage and consensual situations. We will be sure to exceed its tolerance parameters."
Marcus looked dubious.
When she spoke it almost startled them.
"For fuck's sake do something!" she snarled. "The talking about it is worse that the doing."
Her face immediately crumpled up into a terrified expression and she gave a high-pitched whine of fear.
"Shut up, Elizabeth!" she told herself, looking angry again.
"This delay is intolerable - I am making an executive decision and beginning with pain." Flin was adamant.
After a moments of thought, Marcus concurred with the decision. "But in event of failure to achieve performance goals we will abandon this methodology in favor of copulation."
"Of course. Now, let us proceed." Flin removed a long flat case from the inside pocket of his jacket. Snapping it open he produced a silver handled blade that looked very much like a scalpel, then pocketed the case.
"Now, if you'd like to suppress any of its vocalizations during the process, Marcus."
Marcus moved to place his hand over her mouth as Flin leaned closer. The blonde gave another whine of fear, muffled this time, then her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and she went limp for a moment. Her eyes flicked open again and she regarded them with a cold, hard stare.
"I believe one of the energy signatures just lost consciousness," said Marcus.
"A stress reaction, not uncommon."
Flin held the small blade over his captive's stomach, savoring the moment. She was trying to shrink down into the bed, and as she pulled her abdomen downward the razor sharp blade followed, hovering about an inch above her. Eventually she could no longer pull away from the source of her torment and stopped retreating. The blade continued slowly, gently downward until it rested on the ribs just above her stomach.
Marcus cut a long shallow line diagonally across her body.
Clearly it hurt. They could tell from the female's reaction. Her face was a grimace and her jaw clenched, strange short squeaks escaping her as the razor sharp blade cut sliced through living flesh. She could not struggle against it as to move her body would only have increased the damage being done to her. She had no choice but to hold still as she was tortured. Flin repeated the process, cutting a diagonal line opposite to the first, producing an 'X' shape on her abdomen.
He stepped back slightly as he regarded his work and listened to the long agonized moan she let out.
"Now, tell us where you came from. Marcus - you have to take your hand away from its mouth if it is to answer."
"Oh. Of course." Marcus released his grip over her mouth.
She made no coherent response; her body shuddered as she struggled ineffectually on the bed, her breath coming in short, sharp blasts.
"Repeat the process," said Marcus.
Flin moved closer.
"B...Boston...I am from Boston."
"See," Flin beamed, "immediate results."
"The quality of output produced remains open to debate however. I believe it is referring to the location of its physical birth."
"Oh, of course." Flin looked disappointed. "I should be more specific." He looked down at the female. "When were you modified and for what purpose?"
Lines of confusion appeared amidst the beads of sweat on her brow.
"You are not a natural phenomenon, do not deny it. What is your purpose?" Flin questioned.
"You are a weapon, clearly. Who is your intended target? Us or the entities you associate with?" the other demanded to know.
Her eyes flicked between the two of them repeatedly, an increasingly confused expression crossing her face.
"Are you entirely unnatural or enhanced?"
"How many of you are there?"
"Were you working with that thing or was it your target?"
Marcus looked a Flin. "I believe we are asking too many question and confusing its inferior human brain."
"You may be right. We will be more systematic and start again. What was the first question we asked it?"
"I have forgotten."
"How very poor of you."
"Well then, what was the first question we asked?"
Flin was silent.
"Hah," cried Marcus in triumph, "you do not know either."
Flin thought hard for several seconds, then a sly smile crossed his face.
"Construction details - where was it made."
Marcus looked away, a sulky expression on his face. "That may have been it," he conceded.
Flin addressed their captive. "Well? When were you constructed?"
She no longer looked confused, her expression was now more one of consternation. She did not immediately reply.
After a while she spoke. "I do not know what you are talking about," she said slowly.
Marcus looked at Flin. "How do we know if it is telling the truth?"
Flin's eyes flicked between Marcus and the female. "I had not considered how to analyze the validity of the output. Your inference is valid. Humans do not always relate an objective record of events. Rather they often distort facts to suit their purpose dependent on the context." He looked thoughtful, then spoke. "We will continue to expose it to aversive stimuli and analyze its discourse for consistency. The most likely scenario is that which it relates when pain stimulus is at its most extreme."
"If that is the best you have then that will have to do."
"You are welcome to submit counter proposals at any time. Now, would you like to apply the stimulus this time?"
A smile crept over Marcus' face as he regarded the scalpel Flin offered him.
Marcus took the blade, moving over her. Slowly, he inscribed four more painful red lines across her abdomen. Her grunts and squeaks of pain became long, agonized moans as the cutting went on. She tried to sink her teeth into the hand over her mouth but Flin had anticipated such as response, and held her jaw securely.
Marcus stopped cutting and they waited for her pain to subside before they released her mouth.
"You will answer our questions." There was a tone in Flin's voice that had not been there before - excitement tingeing his usually flat tones.
Marcus slapped her and watched her continue to squirm, struggling against her bonds. "What is your purpose?" His voice too carried an air of excitement.
She gritted her teeth, the veins standing out on her neck, her body rigid. Eventually she relaxed back down again, shuddering with painful gasps.
"Go fuck yourself," she spat the words at them, laden with venom.
Flin looked at Marcus. "Why does she request that we masturbate? How would this help her? Is she trying to delay the next application?"
"I believe the comment was not intended to be interpreted literally. Rather, it is an abusive expression designed to highlight her defiance."
"Ah, of course - it is irrelevant data then. We will continue."
Now they took turns to inflict pain on her, creating an odd geometric shape on her abdomen. The cutting was more difficult to do with the necessary precision now, as she was thrashing around in agony and frustration. One had to hold her down, while the other cut. She gave short screams of varying pitch and nature. However, she appeared to be holding back on her vocalizations - her face was a rictus mask of intense focus. Her tormentors' faces held an unholy mixture of lust and fascination as they continued to work on her.
They paused just once to ask her the questions again, eliciting no useful information. Then they seemed to forget about the questioning and just kept slicing.
After some time, they stopped. And listened to the whimpering noises the woman made.
Disappointingly the clearly agonized cries of their victim died down quite quickly. They regarded her in silence for some minutes.
"I am forced to conclude that, to date, your pain-centered methodology has failed to achieve valid performance criteria." Marcus said, excitement now plain in his voice.
"She has proved to be... unusually resilient. This is an aberration I assure you. We will simply apply more of the treatment," Flin said, unable to rip his gaze from his victim's sweat and blood stained body.
"You will risk permanently damaging the specimen. It must be preserved intact at all costs."
"You are suggesting..."
"Yes, we move to the copulation-centered paradigm."
Flin said nothing, disappointed with the subject's resistance and the failure of his plan.
"You concur?" inquired Marcus.
"I concur."
"Excellent." A slow smile spread across Marcus' face.
She made no significant reaction to the announcement of a change of method. She had her eyes closed, traces of liquid tracing silvery lines from the corner of her eyes. Her naked chest moved in deep even breaths. She was a picture of concentration.
Marcus positioned himself between her legs. The female's response did not change - her eyes remained closed, her breathing steady. Marcus enjoyed looking down upon her helpless form; it was open to him. It was his to take. He took his time in unbuttoning his breeches and taking out his swelling member.
Flin shifted on his feet, alternately placing his weight on one then the other. "Why have you not begun yet - explain the delay?" he demanded impatiently.
"Your ignorance is phenomenal. I am exploiting its psychological vulnerability to this methodology. Now be quiet while I proceed."
Flin fell silent.
Marcus returned his attention to his supine captive. He guided his tool onto her groin with his hand. As the member touched upon her most sensitive flesh she started, her eyes flying open for a moment before shutting again. Her face went tight; there was now a small snarl where her expression had previously been placid.
For a moment Marcus savored the response to his first touch of her. He began to run his cock over her slit, stroking her, repeatedly penetrating her just beyond her outer layers before retreating. She at first flinched with the touches, trying to twist herself away, but then she appeared to give up and lay still as her groin was tormented.
Marcus slid the head of his cock within her and stopped. Then another inch of his length sank into her. The female swallowed heavily, and let out a long breath.
"Curious," muttered Marcus, "it is moist."
"Arousal?" You predicted this would be an aversive experience."
"The process will become less palatable about... now."
Marcus slammed his full length into her. She screamed with her violation.
Marcus set about fucking his captive with enthusiasm. She had first strained against the tight bonds struggling against each thrust, as though she could escape his depredations somehow. Then, helpless to resist, she had lain there, taking him within her, breathing furiously through her nostrils, her breasts shuddering as his thighs slammed into hers. But now her hips were moving, rising to meet each stroke, urging him on. She cried with each thrust into her, as his member inexorably stoked her.
Her pussy was tighter than that of the whore at the docks. The sensation of her vaginal wall pressing against his shaft as Marcus moved within her was electric His mind began to fill with pure emotion, driving rational thought from it. For the first time in his existence Marcus was on the verge of utterly losing the cold comfort of intellect, abandoning it for the fire of emotion and passion. It was a heady mix that brought a rush of colors to his mind, leaving the security of logic and rationality behind. He wanted more now, he wanted to just feel. He wanted to just fuck.
Flin's watched Marcus pound into her. His face at first went slack as he watched, increasingly hypnotized by the show. Then his expression slowly slipped into one of fascination. And greed.
The woman screamed, her back arching even further as her body exploded with pleasure. She was still in the throws of it when Marcus reached his release, his frenzied pounding of her groin degenerating into spasmodic thrusts as he pumped semen deep into her receptive body.
Marcus' movements stopped and both he and the female slumped, the tension gone from them, their sweaty flesh still locked together. Both breathed heavily, she sucked in air with long, tortured movements, sweat mixing with her blood.
Marcus withdrew himself from her and she gave a tiny cry at the loss of his member. She had not opened her eyes since he had entered her, but did so now. First she gazed upon Marcus, who stared evenly back, an expression on his face that Flin had never quite seen before. Then she turned to Flin and stared at him imploringly with those big blue eyes.
Marcus and Flin faced and stared at each other. Both breathed heavily, more from emotional excitement that exertion. Their faces were different somehow. The bone structure displayed a more pronounced, almost primitive nature. They vaguely echoed a Neanderthal appearance.
"Do you feel it?" Marcus barked in guttural tone, knowing full well that Flin had.
"I can sense it from here."
"Its energy - it is intoxicating. If we extract that power we would be... gods."
"Yes, we found it. It is ours. The others have no right to it. We can take it and rule this world, this dimension. No-thing would dare oppose us."
They stared at each other intently for several seconds, as though exchanging some unspoken design, before turning their gaze to the female. She had her eyes closed, her face calm even though her chest was still raising and falling from the exertions.
"The power must be extracted from that body. It is too dangerous to let her live."
"If it ever found out how to wield it itself - it could destroy even us."
"We will begin the process soon."
"But first I want to taste some more of her."
Their captive was staring at them now, wearing an expression bordering on terror. She made a few whimpering noises as though attempting to speak but unable to form proper words.
"What is it?"
"Please, please don't hurt me," their captive implored, rediscovering the power of speech. Her voice was rich with the desperate panicked tones of one who knows they are defeated. "Don't cut me no more - oh God please don't cut me up! Fuck me - please just fuck me all you want! Fuck my cunt as hard as you like. But... but only there!"
She continued to beg as Marcus and Flin looked at each other, a sick glint in their eyes.
"I will take its anus first."
"No, not my ass! Please not there! Please! No!!"
"And I'll fuck the harlot orally."
"No!" she pleaded. "No!!"
Marcus slapped her.
"Shut up, or we will begin to slice you once more."
"Though we will re-initiate that methodology anyway if you fail to please us. After all, you are ours now."
Her sounds died to a whimper. Satisfied, Marcus positioned himself on the bed, his member hanging over her head. Flin began to untie her legs.
"Now take this," Marcus tilted her head back and positioned his cock at her lips, "take it all."
Briefly she resisted, then opened her mouth and allowed his tool to slide in. Marcus grunted in satisfaction and began to slide it smoothly back and forth within her soft wet mouth. At first she gagged but Marcus insistently drove his member slightly deeper into her with each thrust, further and further down her throat, his balls ending draped over her face.
Flin finished untying the female's legs. He hoisted her knees over his shoulders and fondled her buttocks. Steadying himself he forced her ass cheeks apart.
"Now don't bite when Flin reams you out," Marcus commanded savagely, "or it will be the knife."
She made a noise in her throat. It sounded like "uck uww"
"What did it say?" Flin politely enquired of Marcus.
Wil kicked her hips up, ignoring the agonizing stab of pain from her savaged abdomen, and slipped her thighs around Flin's neck. Tensing with all her might she twisted violently to the left, simultaneously biting down upon the member violating her mouth. She felt both the spinal cord between her thighs crack and blood began to flow into her mouth. Ripping her body to the other side she again felt the stranger's neck tear, more strongly this time. A mighty blow smashed into her chest. For a second she thought it had stopped her heart. The breath was knocked from her and she released her grip on both of her attackers.
The cock left her blood-filled mouth, the owner of the offending instrument howling. The body between her thighs just slumped noiseless to the ground.
Wil spat the blood of her enemy onto the bed beside her. "I said fuck you," she gasped too quietly to be heard.
She flopped back, her eyes staring vacantly upward, paralyzed by the blow to her chest, her body awash with body, her mind numb from it all.
"Run." Wil whispered emotionlessly. "Run or you're dead."
But her body wouldn't obey her; she just lay there on the bed, the blood-soaked scene of her violation. "Damn," she muttered calmly, her lips barely moving, "I was so close to getting out of this alive."
The bedroom window disintegrated in a shower of sharp, cutting glass shards. Wil felt some of them cascade over her prostrate body, the impact of their myriad jagged points lost amidst the increasingly surreal sensations of her battered body.
Perhaps it would be best if I just laid here for a while, she thought. Just for a while.
A voice at the edge of her consciousness told her she was going into shock.
"Can't be," she denied the voice, "I'm too tough to go into shock - far too tough."
Vaguely she was aware of a huge, red-skinned creature leaping over her, and the sounds of violence filling the room.
Interesting, Wil thought, detached from it all.
"Get up!" The voice seemed to scream in her ear. "Please get up and run!!"
Elizabeth! Wil was jerked back to reality with a crash. She sat up, and gasped as a thousand needles stabbed at her from her cuts.
"We've got to get out the window, now!" Elizabeth's cry was high-pitched with fear. Wil turned her head drunkenly to look at the window.
"Can't you take over this body," Wil said, strangely calm "Please. I don't think I can do it right now. I've done too much. Too much."
"I'm scared! You have to help me!"
"Sure, sure." Wil paused briefly to consider as a man shaped object flew through the air and crashed into a wall. "We'll do it together, OK? I'll tell you what to do and you do. Now let's get up."
Elizabeth/Wil rose to their feet, naked, hands still bound behind their back.
"Good, good. Now, let's walk to the window."
They staggered over to it.
"And through we go."
As she half-turned to put her leg over the windowsill, Wil glanced back at the scene in the room. A huge muscle-bound, red-skinned demonic thing stood over the body of one of her tormenters, its back to her. The body was a mass of blood, viscera and ripped clothing; the demon creature bellowed down at it in a cry of rage and victory. Wil watched in horror as the body of her other tormentor get up, its head still lolling at an obscene angle and calmly walk up behind the demon as it continued to bellow.
"Azraa-eeeelll!" Wil screamed.
The hulking demon turned at the cry. As it did so Flin smashed the heel of his hand into the center of its chest - the massive eight foot tall creature flew bodily through the air with the power of the blow, crashing through the wall behind it and into the next room.
The thing that had been a man turned to face her, its head still canted at an angle that should mean it was dead. Wil and that shambling thing stared at each other for an eternal instant. Both faces were calm, expressionless - it was their eyes that exchanged a rich wealth of hatred. For the flitting instant that their gazes locked, something dark, something malevolent swam under those deep blue eyes of Elizabeth's - and Flin saw it.
The moment was lost as Wil slipped through the shattered window and onto the small balcony outside. Without hesitation she jumped off, praying that there was nothing too solid down below.
Continued in Chapter 6
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