Transformations: Dr. De-Mona Chapter 4
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Bobbie Palmer pounded on Mona's door at the Holiday Inn Express. "Mona! Open the door!"
An old man peeked out at her from next door.
Bobbie was wearing her exercise outfit: purple lycra leggings with matching sneakers and a sports bra.
She glanced at the old man. "Mind your business."
The old man shut the door.
She pounded again. "Mona! Are you in there?"
"She left," the old man said, his voice muffled behind his door.
"When?"
"Late. Like two or three in the morning."
"Jesus," Bobbie spat. "Hey, Pops, where's the nearest porn store?"
"What?!"
She rapped her knuckles on his door. "Porn store! You know, where old pervs like you get their jerk off material?"
The old man was silent for a moment. "Stallion's Adult Video up on the interstate. Maybe five miles."
"Thanks, Pops," Bobbie said and went to her car.
***
"What you're talking about is sexual slavery," Mona said.
"Hardly that," Sugar said.
Mona was walking around the newly constructed Level 10 laboratory. The equipment was top drawer, everything from more advanced CRISPR type systems to electron microscopes and things she didn't even know existed. The tech was decades ahead of her Manhattan lab.
And the mad scientist in her was intrigued. She felt horrible guilt over it, but it was there, nonetheless.
She stood in front of massive glass cylinders over ten feet tall filled with pink or blue fluid. "What are these?"
"Transformation tubes. They're supposed to be safer and gentler than our current methods."
"You put
people
in these?"
"Not here. They've been used in Havana or so they tell me. We have no doctor yet."
"You psychos are going to drown people in pink and blue goo."
"Not if we have the right doctor."
Mona laughed. "This isn't
medicine
. This isn't
science
. This is science without oversight, without conscience, without a soul..."
"Then join us and give us those things, doctor. Help us save the world, Mona."
"Turn off the sales pitch, I'm getting a headache."
Sugar smiled. "Sexually frustrated again? So soon?"
"Shut up." Mona flushed beet red. "I'm in control of my body. I'm not a slave to my libido like you."
"You have to admit it's fun though."
"So, your guru waved his magic dick and poof! All of you believe you have to save the world by turning half the people on earth into sex slaves for the other half?"
Sugar laughed. "I am no slave, doctor."
"No, you're worse. You're the slave master. You and that brute upstairs."
"That
brute
has a name. It's Ray. He's kind and loving and gentle. We are masters and mistresses in name only."
Mona shook her head. "Tell that to your victims."
"Yes, doctor. It's not perfect. The system isn't perfect. We're not perfect. We do bad things for good reasons..."
"You do bad things for NO reason, Sugar! Did it ever occur to you that your
god
is lying to you?!"
"Of course it has! I was transformed against my will, doctor. My original personality was suppressed. I have nightmares that she's still inside me somewhere, terrified."
Mona grabbed Sugar's hands and squeezed. "Then why in the fuck do you believe in this?"
Sugar smiled and shook her head. "I just do, Mona. I believe it with all my heart. I know that if we don't do these things the human race will die."
Mona shook her head. "Fucking zealot. Enjoy your fucking Kool-Aid. I don't want any part of this."
"Don't say that yet," Sugar whispered.
"It's bad enough what you've done to me to this point. I'm cursing. Angry. I'm not like that, Sugar. I'm soft spoken. Something you did to me has made me..."
"Fierce?"
"I was going to say 'an asshole' but 'fierce' is close enough."
Sugar laughed.
"I'm not going to have a choice, am I?" Mona asked.
Sugar smiled weakly. "They won't take no for an answer, doctor. I would, but
they
won't."
"Fuck. I'm a goddamned slave."
Sugar shook her head. "It doesn't have to be like that."
"No, I just have to be your resident mad scientist. I just have to take innocent people and put them in glass tubes for you. Turn them into fetish models and whores for the amusement factor."
"This is going to happen whether you are part of it or not, doctor. You are standing in front of a tidal wave, and you are either going to ride that wave or be crushed by it."
Mona shook her head. "When do I get to see Aunt Melanie?"
Sugar closed her eyes. "Later today."
"Jesus, what the fuck did you do to her? Give her tits as big as Volkswagen's? Two pussies?"
Sugar shook her head. "Just... later, okay?"
***
Being the Hellstorm's girlfriend had its perks. Chief among them? The things in the cavern that ate human flesh and / or blood (and there were lots of them) left her alone.
But Ciara stuck close to Eve just to be safe.
The needle toothed blind things and lizard people were bad enough, but the bat things always looked like they wanted to snack on her.
Earlier, one of the coeds had died during transformation.
And Ciara had kind of thought she was lucky to be out of this nightmare. Death would have been preferable to some of Demonica's 'experiments'.
Then, of course, the dead girl had staggered to her feet and stumbled away.
There was no escape from Demonica... which is exactly what Demonica said when the dead girl got up and walked away.
Ciara would give anything to escape from Demonica.
But she knew Eve would not leave.
That's the way love worked. Ciara loved Eve, and she would never leave her.
Eve loved Demonica, even though she was Satan's scum sucking bitch concubine.
She giggled when she though that, and instantly regretted it because Demonica looked up from where she was working on a girl and scowled at her.
Ciara was unsure if she was scowling because she had heard her giggle, or because she had read Ciara's mind and knew about the 'scum sucking bitch' comment.
"Both," Demonica said without looking up, and that put the question to bed.
Ciara cowered behind Eve.
"What are you doing to her?" Eve asked and nodded toward the naked girl on the altar.
Demonica looked at the open book Kimiko held beside her. "She's called an Incubatrix."
Ciara looked gingerly around Eve.
The girl on the altar had been taller before, but now she seemed... squished. Her arms, legs, and torso were smaller. Her skin had a bronze pallor.
The face hadn't been pretty to begin with, but now it was pinched and shrunken.
It had a sixteen inch cock grafted onto its groin with thick pendulous balls.
"What's an Incubatrix?" Ciara whispered.