Anotherwhere Chapter 7: Retribution

Trigger warning: This one is pretty dark and has graphic depictions of rape.********************************************************************************************<

The crew of the Dragonstone got to spend a few well needed quiet weeks on Nueva Madrid, just long enough so that when things did hit the fan, it was a surprise.

Astra and Forest were walking from the ship to her apartment after a long day of integrating upgrades. Dee was spending the night on the ship. She had said that she wasn’t tired and was planning on working in the engine room. Astra, amused, didn’t believe that for one bit. The only engine that she suspected Dee would be working on was the one in Rock’s pants. She wasn’t at all upset, she was happy for her, and it opened the door to her finally getting a shot at Forest. She absolutely loved his mind. She supposed he wasn’t a ‘man’ per se but she could no longer think of him as an AI or an NCI or an Arty or whatever. He was Forest and she thought she just might be falling in love with him. Lust at any rate. He seemed a bit oblivious to that so she was planning on making thing perfectly clear once they got back to the apartment.

“OK, I understand what you’re saying regarding late empire period history, but what if Julius Caesar HAD been killed?” Astra asked. “Sure, he listened to his wife and stayed home so the conspirators just killed Antony, but what if he had gone to the Senate that day?”

“Counterfactuals are fun, I agree,” Forest replied, “but ultimately sterile, you can’t begin to…”

A flash cut him off and suddenly the tall figure of one of the Others appeared before them both. It had some kind of weapon in hand which it raised, pointing at Astra.

“No!” Forest yelled as the alarms began to blare, shoving Astra aside he leapt at the creature attempting to knock the weapon aside.

It flashed and Forest took the full brunt of it’s force as he fell on it, knocking it out of the monster’s hand. The creature hissed, looked around quickly and then stepped back into the circle of darkness it had appeared from which promptly vanished.

“Forest!” Astra cried, scrambling over to the prostrate figure.

Rory walked home from her meeting with the port authority. It was late and she was tired. She noticed a woman with purple hair walking towards her. She looked familiar, Rory nodded as they passed. She recalled her as one of the bartenders from the Reentry and was about to turn around when she was grabbed from behind. She felt a sting at her neck and then all went black as alarms began to blare.

Consciousness returned to Rory in stages. Her first sensation was cold which prompted her to realize she was naked on her back spread eagle. She tried to sit up and felt sharp pain at her wrists and calves. She opened her eyes. She was on some kind of table with bright lights focused on her. Her arms were secured above her head to the table by sharp-edged clamps. As long as she didn’t try to move them she was fine, but if she tried to pull them out the sharp edges dug into her skin. Her shoulder muscles ached so she realized she must have been there some time. Similar clamps held her legs open. None of the equipment looked familiar until she accessed her shared memories with Rory B. Then it looked all too familiar.

“Fuck,” she softly cursed.

“So you know where you are,” a feminine voice said from above her head.

Rory craned her neck to see the purple haired woman standing by the table.

“She’s awake,” the woman called out.

A hissing sound came from a piece of machinery next to the woman. Rory sensed the approach of another and looked. A twin to the creature that had attacked her a month ago strode to the table. Vaguely reptilian and almost three meters in height, the creature loomed. It grinned, showing needle like teeth. Rory didn’t think the expression meant it was happy.

The creature made a similar hissing and this time the machine spoke, “You are the creature that murdered my creche-mate.”

Rory said nothing, schooling her expression to be as bland as possible.

“Nothing to say?” It went on through the translating machine. “No matter. You are here now and will not be leaving. You will be very useful to me and to The Race.”

Rory stayed mute and just glared at the creature.

“You do not wish to know what I have in store for you?” It went on. “I shall tell you anyway as it will bring me great joy to see you suffer, murderer.”

A mechanical hum came from above her and, in spite of herself, she looked up. Three metallic tentacles descended from some machine suspended from the ceiling. The first came straight down and positioned itself over her abdomen, pressing her down against the table tightly. The other two descended, one had a needle and syringe filled with some green fluid and the other was some sort of phallic shaped probe. An armature extended from the side of the table and stopped over her head. A red coherent beam flashed out, centered on her forehead. She immediately lost the ability to move below the neck. She could still feel, but she couldn’t move.

“I’ve researched you,” the creature went on as it turned dials on a wand like device in it’s hand. The tentacles began to descend.

“You’re a leader among your own people. Independent. That is important to you. I’m going to take all of that away from you and reduce you to an animal serving the Race. You see this female of your species here. She has no longer has a will of her own, she is our vessel. I could do that to you, remove your will, but I have a better plan in mind.”

The tentacle with the needle came closer.

“You are a female of your species. Your species is aggressive and dangerous. It will be modified for the safety of The Race. Humans can be useful servants properly adjusted. We will modify your genetics to eliminate your aggressiveness and to make you more docile. We require females to produce this new hybrid. You will be one of the first. This serum will induce your body to become fertile, releasing ovum. We will then fertilize the ovum with engineered sperm and you will produce for us.”

The needle hovered over Rory’s lower abdomen and then plunged into her.

Rory screamed in pain.

“Yes, this is a painful procedure. I could anesthetize you. The emitter holding you paralyzed could easily block the pain signals, but I want you to feel pain.”

The fluid in the syringe began to be injected into her. It burned horribly and she sobbed in spite of herself.

“Normal human physiology has built in safeguards when intense pain is encountered. Your body becomes unconscious as a way to protect you. I’ve overridden that response. You will feel everything.”

The needle withdrew and Rory twitched involuntarily as her body responded to the chemical triggers from the serum. Her pussy began to burn, almost an aching parody of arousal.

“Your body is remaking itself as a host. In a moment we’ll inject the modified genetic material. You body will enjoy the feeling, which, if I’ve evaluated your correctly, will create even more distress to you which I shall savor. Your body will be an accomplice in it's own impregnation."

“Fuck you you overgrown iguana!” Rory spat, trying to fight the feeling of arousal. She tried to hold on to the pain of the injection but it was rapidly fading leaving nothing but the burning in her sex to focus on.

Rory mentally struggled against the emitter, trying desperately to move in vane. The tentacle with the phallus began to move, it lowered between her legs and began to penetrate her. The serum had made her wet and ready for it and her body accepted it hungrily. In spite of herself, she moaned.

“Your body welcomes its own servitude,” the creature said smugly. "Your will has no effect on your actions. It will be thus for the rest of your life."

The phallus began to stroke in and out.

“Oh come on!” Rory hissed between gritted teeth.

“Yes there is no reason for this other than to humiliate you,” the creature replied happily. “I shall force your body to sexually climax then I shall impregnate you.”

“Fucking rapist asshole, I’ll fucking kill you like I did your partner,” Rory screamed at it.

It merely turned a dial on the wand and the phallus started thrusting faster.

“Oh fuck!” Rory groaned, responding. She felt an orgasm building and her fury built with it.

“Yes, you will climax and I will impregnate you,” the creature taunted her. “Then you shall become a breeding entity for the race. You will no longer have need for your limbs so I shall remove them while you are awake and conscious. If that doesn’t cause your mind to break, I shall capture your friends and your mate and I shall do the same to them. I've already killed one of them. I shall kill the rest one-by-one in front of you. I shall geld your mate as you are forced to watch and then I shall destroy his mind and all the while you shall know it was your actions that caused this retribution.”

Rory’s anger surged at this threat to her loved ones just as her climax built. Her brain focused to a white hot point of hatred to the Other just as her body climaxed. She screamed a primal surge of emotion and the world flashed white. The Other stiffened, shrieking and fell to the ground immobile. The purple haired woman also dropped, insensate and sobbing to the ground.

The probe still ground on mechanically inside Rory but all feelings of arousal or anything at all were gone, channeled into that burst of…whatever it was.

“Hey!” She called to the purple haired woman, “Hey! Hey you. Hey!”

Eventually the woman looked over at her.

“You, let me out of this,” Rory said.

“But the master…” the woman protested.

“The master’s not going to be doing anything. Let me out of this and I can help you.”

After some coaxing, the woman stirred from the floor and groped over to where the other lay sprawled. Tentatively she took the wand and when it didn’t move she pulled the wand to her and turned the dial. The phallus abruptly stopped thrusting and withdrew.

“Thank fuck for small favors,” Rory murmured. “Hey, release me. Please.”

The woman fiddled with the wand and the emitter shut off and the clamps on Rory’s arms and legs opened with a ‘snick’. She got up shakily and stood. She hurt, both her abdomen where the needle went in and her pussy from the stretching of the phallus. She cautiously moved closer to the Other. When it didn’t move she kicked it in the head as hard as she could.

“OWE, fuck my toe!” She yelped. Limping. She probably had broken it but she didn’t care. She spat on it. "You didn't study me close enough asshole! I'm sterile! All spacers are. We freeze our ovum before we got to space. Piece of shit!" She went to kick him again but thought better of it. She turned to the woman instead, who cringed.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Where are my clothes? My things?”

Purple led her to a cabinet where Rory’s clothes and the contents of her pockets had been secured. She immediately grabbed her handgun and checked to ensure a round was loaded, then found her comphone. She hit the emergency button.

“Hello, any station, emergency,” she spoke into it.

“Captain!” Astra’s voice immediately responded. She could hear Colin yelling in the background. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll live,” she said. “A T Rex grabbed me, I’m in some kind of lab someplace. I don’t know where.”

“You’re in an asteroid in the system’s belt,” Astra replied. “We tracked you here and were about to mount a raid.”

“Come on in, I’ve secured the place. There’s me and a human woman here. She’s in no condition to put up any resistance and if she fucking tries I’ll blow her fucking head off.”

Purple hair cringed.

“What about the Others?”

“There was one. It’s dead. Tell Forest he’ll have to get a prisoner some other way,” Rory replied.

“Ah, Captain, a lot has happened since you were grabbed,” Astra said, something ugly in her voice.

“Fill me in when you get here,” Rory replied.