***Author's Note***
I both assume and hope this is a given, but would still like to make it abundantly clear that this story is solely for the purposes of entertainment. Sexual assault in real life is abhorrent and unjustifiable.
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The pounding of her head contrasted with vague and swirling voices as Ivy slowly strained her eyes open.
"Oh, she's awake."
A blurred, unknown woman came into view, fair-skinned and dark-haired in some type of lab coat. And next to her a black-haired mocha man with glasses dressed in similar fashion.
But Ivy was naked. Oh my God. Oh shit!
She tried to scream out, but little happened beyond a weak choke and tears streamed down her face before she'd realized.
Flat on her back with arms and legs spread, she struggled against the metal bound over her arms and ankles.
"It's okay, Ivy."
The man's voice was smooth and in any other circumstances would've been inviting, but she could only hyperventilate in response to the whole ordeal.
"You need to relax yourself," the woman said, "your voice will come back and the pain will subside, but you need to rest."
Ivy took several rapid blinks, trying desperately to clear her vision.
She slowly lifted her heavy head, straining to hold it in place for a better look at her surroundings.
The room was light and clean, marked by what seemed to be a few machines, drawers, two doors and no windows in view. She processed a vague scent of rubbing alcohol in her weary state.
"Don't strain yourself," the woman said. With the use of some device, Ivy's lifted head was supported by a raised part of whatever bed or machine or who-knows-what she was on.
Ivy relaxed her head, having little other choice in her body's weakened state. The man and woman continued to speak, but the voices grew hazy, and Ivy drifted once more.
Her eyes shot open and the smallest gasp escaped her. There'd been multiple simultaneous pricks to her arm.
"Oh!" the man's brows rose. "Didn't mean to wake you. Doctor Pham suggested we continue with the preparations, that it might be easier if you woke up with them done."
Ivy tried to process this. Tried.
It'd been some sort of nightmare, but she'd only woken back into it.
"She'll be back in a moment."
He gave Ivy a soft smile, one that would almost seem sympathetic if it hadn't been contradicted by the circumstances.
And she stared at him, eyes weary and mouth slightly agape.
He moved to her other arm and swept a soaked cotton ball over a section before taking a three-syringed tool and giving her the three injections simultaneously.
They were more intense than the first set, or at least the first set she knew of. Whatever she was being given had already given her arm a deep soreness, but she didn't flinch. She could only barely fight unconsciousness.
"I know this must be confusing and I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
The man's rich voice certainly didn't help her attempts to stay alert, but she resisted its warm tones.
"But you have nothing to worry about. Doctor Pham and I will take good care of you. We'll ensure the insemination process--"
Ivy's eyes shot wide open. Arms and legs yanked against the unbudging metal, and her breaths grew sharp and quick. She managed only a weak, screeching sound, her voice giving out on her just as quickly as it came.
"Okay, it's okay."
She shook her head violently, wrenching her neck again and again to each pained side, blinded by a burning waterfall of tears.
"Ivy!"
The woman was back and wasted no time in rushing to Ivy's side.
"Doctor Pham, I'm so sorry!" the man started, "I mentioned the insemination and--"
"Don't explain. Go to the rooms and prepare the males."
"Yes, Doctor."
The woman turned back to the hyperventilating Ivy as the man rushed out the door, different from where she came in.
"You need to relax your body or you're risking serious injury."
Ivy didn't respond, only continued to pull desperately at unyielding restraints.
"We prefer to use the least restrictive means necessary. Please don't have us increase the restraints."
This finally slowed her. She was tired enough as it was, fighting a losing battle. But she needed to think her way out of this.
Ivy's breathing calmed until nearly silent.
The so-called doctor spoke again.
"We'll keep you as safe as possible. I know it all seems bleak and confusing, but you're about to be part of historic scientific progress. My colleagues and I have determined a way to create a singular fetus with several biological fathers. We've already had successes with this; we just need to gather more data, more evidence..."
Ivy's tear-soaked face went unmoved.
"Unfortunately, women who meet the necessary requirements aren't easy to come by, so when we know of one who does, we can't risk her unwillingness getting in the way of progress."
She was a madwoman. And Ivy was at her mercy.
God. Think, Ivy. Think.
"The set of injections you've received will help immensely, as they are designed for several purposes. We've already checked for non-hormonal, but this should counteract any hormonal birth control, as well as force ovulation, which was actually kind of tricky to do successfully in this way, but we managed."
'Doctor Pham' gave a soft giggle, as though this was something playful between friends.
"Your body will be particularly receptive to sperm, and I hope you'll be glad to know that the injections are also designed to heighten your own sexual pleasure and orgasms."
She wasn't.
'Doctor Pham' pulled a machine out from behind Ivy and guided it before her, presenting monitors and small mirrors.
The woman adjusted the mirrors just so, and Ivy could see her naked body.
Ivy was slim, perhaps slimmer than she remembered, and notably pale. Her walnut hair was carefully tied out of the way, and as she continued staring at the mirrors, it was clear that her typical bush was well-trimmed, revealing her most intimate places.
As if this wasn't terrifying enough.
Pham gently rubbed some sort of clear substance over Ivy's abdomen, then pushed a button on a nearby machine. Objects rose on either side of Ivy, about a hand-length apart from whatever she was on.
The woman looked at a monitor that faced away from her victim, and eyed it for a few seconds.
She returned to put a different substance over those pale breasts, and the door shot open.
"They're ready, Doctor Pham!"
"Good. Finish setting her up."
He looked at Ivy for a moment, and grabbed objects somewhere out of her sight.
Small suction cups, attached to cords, were placed in different sections on her, and soon devices were placed on her nipples.
She only stared at the ceiling. None of it felt real.
Pham carefully attached another device to Ivy's clitoris, having very gently parted the hood, and adjusted her legs so they were more bent at the knees, then fixed in place.
Pham looked at a monitor again, adjusted other things here and there, and soon Ivy could see different places on her own body through screens high on the wall.
The man pressed another button and the devices on Ivy's nipples and clitoris started sucking and vibrating.
Her face contorted as she tried desperately to stay still, core strained as she fought the reflexes of her hips rising.
She held her ass hard against the medical table, growing wetter with sweat and the nature of her own sex.
The vibrations only became stronger.
Ivy released a grunt from deep in her pained throat, her legs shaking no matter how taut she tried to keep them.
And the vibrations got stronger still.
Surrounding monitors showed her own pulsating sex, the betrayal of unyielding orgasms.
Her core had never been so tired, and even when she gave up the useless attempts at stillness and turned to violent flailing--as much as she could manage against the restraints--the devices were fixed in place.
They stopped.
"Good." Pham smiled. "Get the men."
The man left the room once more and Pham's voice was almost saccharine.
"They've been instructed not to be too rough, but we'll see how things go. They pay a lot to have women like you, and ultimately fund our research. I hope you'll learn to appreciate it."
Sick fuck.
The first man arrived almost immediately. Ivy closed her eyes, wanting to ignore him, even if that really meant nothing at this point.
Apparently content with silence, strong, calloused hands were her only introduction to him. He caressed her restrained arms and legs before removing his hands and returning with a hard cock against her inner thigh.
Ivy fought back tears.
She was going to be raped. There was nothing to do.
The head rubbed against the wet heat of her labia, rising to the device on her sore clit and back again.
