Chapter 5: Remote Controlled
Alex stood in the lobby organizing some pamphlets, wondering when she could go back to her dull, regular life. What with the infection, the Feds in pursuit, and having to live with the incredibly hot guy she'd just started dating but could no longer sleep with... Yeeeah. She'd gladly go back to blessedly boring and unexciting. For the time being, she was grateful for any sliver of normalcy, like going to work every day. She knew it had to be monotonous as hell for Drew and Neil who were taking turns keeping an eye on her. And since Neil's sources still didn't know whether Alex was actively wanted by the government, they'd be stuck doing it for a while. Unfortunately even hackers can't do anything when there's bureaucratic indecisiveness.
A man stopped and grabbed a pamphlet from the stack in front of Alex. "Hello," he smiled. "So what can you tell me about-" he glanced down at the paper in his hand "-registering to vote?" He was cute in a nerdy way, and his clumsy flirting made Alex suppress a smile. His hands shook slightly in nervousness and the paper slipped from his fingers. They both leaned down but instead of reaching for the pamphlet, the guy grabbed Alex and clamped his hand over her mouth. She was momentarily stunned but snapped out of it when she felt herself being dragged toward the door. She bit his hand hard, causing him to loosen it as she let out a muffled scream.
Drew was fighting the urge to take a nap but once he heard her panicked voice all his senses were awakened. He instantly sprang up from his seat and looked for her. The scream came from the front of the library so he leapt over the table and bounded toward it. A few split second strides later and he was at the front doors where he saw Alex being shoved into a car. The car sped out of the parking lot, onto the street, and flew around the corner at the next block.
Drew ran to the corner in time to see her being pulled into a different waiting car. Tires squealed as the vehicle raced down the street but he easily followed. The car unexpectedly pulled into a gas station where Alex was yanked into a SUV. This time Drew hadn't seen the exchange. He guessed she had been moved but wasn't sure which of the cars she was in. He closed his eyes, inhaled sharply, and concentrated. As if it were a ribbon fluttering in the breeze, he caught her delicate fragrance in the air - a trace of citrus shampoo, a touch of floral body lotion and her natural warm, earthy scent. There. Black Toyota. He took off like a shot after it but the car tore onto the freeway, and he finally lost sight of it.
He took a deep breath. He wasn't out of breath from running but if he didn't make a conscious decision to calm himself down he knew he'd be feeling violent. Very violent. He grabbed his phone and growled out "Neil. They have Alex. We need to find her now before I tear this city down."
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Alex was riding high on adrenaline and she was using it as fuel for maximum damage. She bit, scratched, slapped, punched, and kicked until finally one of the guys overpowered her and injected her with a sedative. She woke up to find herself in a hospital gown, held down with metal cuffs to a table similar to one you'd find at a doctor's office. The room looked like a cross between a hospital room and a laboratory. She saw the guy from the library walk up to her with a clipboard. He was wearing a lab coat and an eye patch. There were two other people in lab coats milling around behind him, one looking through a microscope, the other typing on a computer.
"What's with the eye patch? Are you some kind of Bond villain?" she sneered.
"No, I'm actually a scientist. My name is Patrick Lee. The eye patch is because you scratched my cornea in the car," he replied.
"Aw, want me to kiss it and make it better?" she hissed mockingly, baring her teeth at him.
"Ms. Daniels, I'm sorry for the way you were brought here. I wish there was a way we could have persuaded you to come willingly. But now that you're here I want you to understand how important you are to future generations and how much we can learn from you."
"That whole 'It's all for science!' speech won't work on me. That's just a bullshit excuse to perform whatever science experiments your DIY Frankenstein kit came with on a woman you kidnapped."
"Regardless of whether you approve or not, this research opportunity is too valuable to pass up. We took blood and hair samples while you were unconscious to minimize your discomfort but we need you to be awake for the next test." He suddenly looked flustered. "Ah... It's...ah...slightly unorthodox, but you must understand that we believe this test could provide a lot of valuable data for our research."
Alex could see out of the corner of her eye the assistants start to move a heavy machine. Once she saw clearly what it was she started desperately trying to pull her limbs out of their cuffs. The machine looked like a vibrator out of a futuristic sci-fi movie. The protruding phallus had what looked like sensors on the tip and along various parts of the shaft. It was connected to a huge monitor and what looked like a complex computer.
Patrick reached out to comfort her but pulled his hand back, realizing that wouldn't help. "Ms. Daniels. Please calm down. We aren't trying to harm you."
"Fuck you, you sick fuck. Raping me with a machine isn't considered harming me?"
He winced and tried to look contrite. "I assure you, the only reason we're performing this experiment is to gauge your response to sexual stimuli. We have crude information that creatures like Mr. Elias are highly sexual beings and have different responses than humans. We'll do our best to make this process as comfortable for you as possible. We also hypothesize their condition is transferred through coitus so we will need to collect vaginal fluid samples afterwards. We can have Charlotte, our female lab tech, collect those if you prefer."
"So being violated by a woman is supposed to make it ok? Fuck you!" she screeched.
Patrick continued looking apologetic but rolled the machine directly in front of her. The assistants appeared at either side of Alex. They placed small electrodes on her scalp, chest, and arm, and wired her up to a smaller machine, presumably for monitoring. The male assistant mumbled "I'm sorry for this" before pulling the front of her gown down. They attached a small cylinder to each nipple. The cylinders had wires and tiny knobs and gears attached to it. As soon as they were done the gown was pulled up to give her a small amount of modesty back. Patrick typed a lot of information into the computer, then adjusted the table Alex was lying on. She felt herself being leaned back, with her knees slightly bent, and her legs raised and parted. Pillows were positioned behind her back and neck for support and comfort. Alex noticed there was a TV attached to the ceiling where porn was playing. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Mark," Patrick said, waving over the male assistant. "Show her how to work the remotes."
Mark leaned over Alex and smiled shyly. She felt him place long remotes in both of her hands. "I'll explain how these work. You'll control exactly-"
Before he could continue Alex let them fall from her hands. Instead of the satisfying thud of them hitting the ground that she was expecting, she heard quiet clinks. She felt Mark gingerly push her right hand down and she realized the remotes had a holder just beneath her hands. "As I was saying," he continued in a kind voice, "these remotes control the machines. You'll control the main machine, the... er... the... " he stammered, searching for a scientific or technical term for it.
"The scary vibrator. Got it," she stated, cutting to the chase.
"Er, yes. These buttons here position and angle it" -he slid her fingers over the appropriate buttons- "and these control the speed and strength." She could hear him walk around her and felt him place the remote in her left hand. "This remote is for the sensors on your breasts. They can do everything from rolling, pinching, or simulate sucking."
"I'm so glad to see our tax dollars are being spent wisely," she snarked under her breath.
The TV screen was lowered and positioned right in front of her. Patrick's face popped into her field of view. "We're about to get started, Ms. Daniels. If you'd like a specific type of genre played, or the volume raised or lowered, please let us know. We'll be recording the results behind privacy screens so call out if you need us. I know this isn't ideal but please relax and try to enjoy it as much as you can."
Alex frowned and tried to spit at him. Unfortunately he moved his head before it could make contact. He again gave her an apologetic smile then backed away, presumably to begin the test.
Alex let go of the remotes again, closed her eyes, and tried to breathe steadily. For about five minutes she lay there, pointedly ignoring everything around her. Suddenly she heard whirring as one of the machines clicked on. She opened her eyes in fright but felt nothing. After a minute the sensation of very light electronic impulses skated across her nipples. They were slightly ticklish. She shivered and grabbed the remote for the nipples. She desperately felt it with her fingers and mashed random buttons but couldn't find an 'Off' button. She dropped it in frustration and attempted to ignore the sensations. This continued for several minutes before she heard the other machine also kick on and begin whirring. Her blood ran cold and she couldn't help screaming out in terror.
Patrick hovered over her again, quietly murmuring comforting words to calm her down. "Ms. Daniels. Please don't be scared. No one here is going to hurt you." She looked at him with tears in her eyes, which he gently wiped away. It took a minute before she realized that both machines had been turned off. Patrick patted her arm reassuringly and sighed. "I know you think we're being sadistic and cruel, and I'm sorry. I'm just trying to understand more about these supernatural creatures. Haven't you wondered how they are able to do the stuff they do? Aren't you curious why they are different?"