"You didn't want this?" Gwen asked. It took her several minutes to speak, during which time Alex returned to his work on Jessica.
He remained nude.
"I did not. You have to understand, Gwen. This is the end of free will, the end of independence. We all belong to Morpheus now," Alex said. He picked up the medical instrument again and placed another syringe in the barrel.
"You don't have to do what they want, Alex. There's good in you."
Alex nodded. "You like me better now, don't you?"
"No. No, I..." she stammered. Did she? She felt her thoughts on him softening. She was staring at him, wondering what he felt like. Wondering what he tasted like.
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
"Pheromones. My body produces a smell you can't resist." He nodded toward Jessica. "She felt it immediately. If she had been alone, she would have stripped naked and thrown herself at me within a half hour even without the Ambrosia. If you hadn't been in love with David there, you would have eventually done the same."
"No. That's not true."
"I took off my clothes. My scent is stronger now. That's why you keep staring at my cock."
"I am not!"
But, she was. God help her she was. It was getting harder to form coherent thoughts. Her mouth was full of saliva and she had to keep swallowing to keep from drooling.
"It's not your fault..."
"Stop it! Please!"
He turned away from her and knelt over Jessica. "Now, for the left ovary. We only need to keep one. We have use for the spare one." The needle moved in the barrel and disappeared into her skin. "This contains a virus that will rewrite the DNA in her ovary, converting it into a hormone factory. This will keep her hyper sexual twenty-four hours a day."
The syringe emptied and the needle withdrew.
He put the device away. "It only takes a few minutes. When Morpheus first came up with this process, it could take months. Now, it can be done in hours." He sat down on the edge of Jessica's narrow bed.
He put his lips close to her ear and whispered.
Gwen could see the woman's eyes moving beneath her lids. Her breathing increased.
Were her breasts... larger? They couldn't be. This was all just Alex's sick fantasy. Wasn't it? These things he was saying weren't possible. Were they?
Alex smiled and kissed Jessica's cheek. "The Ambrosia has worn off, but her own body is taking over now. It's beautiful, don't you think?"
Gwen said nothing. Instead, she watched Jessica's nipples turn blood red and swell until they were as long as a fingertip.
Alex reached out and gently squeezed a nipple.
A jet of clear liquid shot into the air and splattered back onto her bare stomach.
Alex turned and looked at a clock on the far wall. "Ambrosia production in eighteen minutes. You can almost time these effects to the second. Another twelve minutes and her hormone levels will start to rise from the ovary procedure."
He dipped his finger in the clear liquid puddled on Jessica's stomach. He held up the finger and smiled as he walked across to Gwen. "Are you curious?"
Gwen's eyes went wide as the dripping wet finger paused a half inch from her lips. She shook her head and closed her lips tight.
Alex pinched her side with his free hand and she cried out.
The finger went in her mouth.
The liquid touched her tongue and fireworks went off in her head.
She closed her teeth on his finger.
Alex swatted her backside through her skirt with his free hand. "Hey! Don't you bite me!" He was smiling.
Gwen felt stunned. Her mouth opened.
"Much more powerful directly from the source. The Ambrosia I gave Jessica in her coffee was watered down."
Gwen felt warm all over. She started to tremble and her groin tingled.
She barely noticed as he reached under the hem of her skirt and slid her cotton panties down her thighs. Her focus was on the growing sensations in her vagina.
However, when his fingers found her now soaking vulva, she looked deep into his eyes in shock. "Don't... touch me."
He smiled. "You'll beg me to in a moment."
She gritted her teeth and tried to squirm away from the fingers that gently spread her open.
He laughed. "So much hair. What? Is personal grooming a sin for you?"
His fingers seemed to know every place to touch, and she hated him for that.
Alex touched the little nubbin near the top and she jerked her hips involuntarily.
"Don't fight, Gwen."
She opened her mouth to scream at him, but what came out was not a scream of anger - the Ambrosia had triggered her orgasm.
Her body went rigid and she arched her back, driving her mound against his hand. When the spasm subsided, she jerked her legs and hips away.
Alex grabbed her waist with his other hand and held her in place. His thick finger penetrated a half inch into her.
And, then he stopped.
He looked at her in wonder, and, tinged with it, a look of tenderness that made her want to kill him.
"A hymen? I knew you were a virgin, but to still have a cherry at what? Twenty-three?"
He stepped away and licked her juices from his fingers.
She wanted to vomit.
"If I had told them you actually have a hymen, they would have taken you away from me," he said as he walked back to stand over Jessica.
"That would have been a pity!" Gwen growled. She felt vulnerable and exposed with the panties hanging from her ankles, even though her skirt had fallen back to mid-thigh.
"Yes, it would have. A virgin blonde like you would be used as a bribe for a fat senator. Most of them have fetishes, a lot of them like inflicting pain. Or, they might have given you to some sheik - they have a tendency to remove their women's clitorises."
Gwen looked away. Did he actually expect her to be grateful for him?
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up the last medical device: the bottle of pink liquid attached to the penis shaped pistol grip.
He pressed a button on the bed and the stirrups holding Jessica's legs moved apart and rose, spreading her legs open wide.
"Oh, God, what are you going to do to her?"
He looked up and then knelt down between Jessica's thighs. "Sex with me, or anyone modified like me, could kill Jessica. She's too small inside to accept one of us."
He pressed a button and the needles in the tip retracted into the steel head of the device.
Alex rubbed her vagina gently with his free hand.
Jessica frowned in her sleep. Her hips began to grind against the fondling.
"That's right, Jessica. Nice and wet for me." He spread her vaginal lips open and eased the steel phallus inside.
Her back arched as inch after inch of the device disappeared into her.
A light on the handle turned green and Alex pressed a button on the pistol grip.
Jessica's eyes snapped open.
"First, an injection to loosen and dilate her cervix, and then her womb becomes accessible - more room for a super cock."
Jessica's eyelids fluttered and she went back to sleep.
He pulled the trigger.
The level of pink liquid in the bottle began to drop as it was forced through the dildo and into Jessica.
"The polymer coats her womb and fills the tubes leading to her ovaries, shielding her from infection."
He withdrew the device slowly and laid it on the cart.
Alex caressed Jessica's stomach. "There, now she's a proper whore, aren't you, darling?"
He pulled a sheet over her legs as the stirrups moved back into place allowing her to lie flat. He unbuckled her ankles and wrists from the restraints, but then buckled a belt loosely around her middle. "Just so she doesn't roll off the bed."
He checked the IV drip. "This should hold her for the night."
Alex reached under the cart and pulled out a pair of shiny black heels. He put them on her feet and buckled them in place. "She'll need these when she wakes up."
He then opened a side door and pulled out a bizarre looking helmet. It looked almost like a plastic crown. It had an articulated arm attached to it holding a gleaming steel needle. He placed it over her head and plugged it in to a cable on the bed. The helmet had earphones that covered Jessica's ears and a visor that covered her face.
The robot arm whirred and clicked. It moved through several gyrations, then it angled the needle toward a spot on Jessica's scalp.
The needle drove into her skull.
Gwen screamed.
"I know," Alex whispered as he walked to Gwen and wrapped an arm around her waist. "It's terrifying, but she doesn't feel a thing."
"What is it doing to her?!"
He leaned her head on his shoulder and kissed her ear even as she tried to pull away. "Changes have to be made to make her more accepting. Certain areas of her brain have to be stimulated and others deadened. And, she's getting quite an education through the visor and head phones. She'll be very happy tomorrow morning - you'll see."
Alex reached up and unhooked her manacles from the pipe.
Gwen fell into his arms.
He held her close and swept her up in his embrace. "I know you're frightened, but it is for the best, Gwen. You'll understand soon."
Gwen sobbed as he carried her across the floor.
"Do you need a toilet?"
She cried louder.
"Gwen, it's okay. Do you need a toilet?"
She nodded.
He carried her to a small bathroom, lifted her skirt and sat her on the toilet.
She looked up at him in horror.
"It's okay."
"I can't... not with you watching."
He smiled and held up two fingers. He reached down and poked the fingers into her lower abdomen.
Her urine rushed into the bowl.
"They taught us a lot of things," he said.
She could feel the blush on her cheeks. The urine stopped.
She launched herself off the toilet and tried to drive her shoulder into his chest.
He spun around and laughed, catching her waist in his thick left arm. "Naughty girl! Just for that, you're sleeping naked tonight!"
The skirt material shredded in his strong fingers and fell onto the tile floor. He ripped off her blouse like it was made of kleenex, and then broke the front of her bra with one hand.
He carried her naked and dripping urine across the tile floor as she flailed.
She thought he was taking her back to the pipe in the floor, but, instead he was carrying her back to another rolling bed like Jessica's.
"No!" she screamed. Gwen kicked and flailed, but he was far too strong.
"No, Gwen, stop. I'm not going to do anything to you tonight."
"Yes, you are! Please, let me go! I won't tell. I won't."
"Shh," he soothed as he laid her on the bed. He buckled her wrists down and then her ankles.
She was crying and hyperventilating. "Please, don't hurt me!"
"No, no. I won't hurt you. You can sleep now." He fastened the strap across her middle.
She heaved and sobbed as he rubbed her hair. "I promise you, Gwen. Nothing is going to happen to you tonight. You can sleep." He caressed her face. "I promise. I promise you."
She looked at him through tear stained eyes. "Why are you being nice to me?"
