Page 14 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

But again, the droid didn’t let her finish. It darted forward and stuck her in the vein again.

There was another sharp pain but this time, she managed to hold still as the blood was sucked out of her arm. It seemed to take forever and she wondered how much it was taking. At least as much as the leaches had drained on her last mission to Minerva Twelve, she thought.

Thinking of that made her wonder about Kross. Was he also enduring the same thing? If so, she wondered how much he hated her for it. After all, this was all her fault. If she hadn’t insisted on going to Gim’bab Orious in the first place and if she hadn’t run away from him they wouldn’t be in this situation!

My fault,she thought as the collector droid sucked what felt like a gallon of blood out of her arm.All my fault. Kross must hate me and I don’t blame him!

Finally the needle was withdrawn but not before the droid squirted something sticky on her arm, presumably to seal the wound it had made.

Sylvie thought the ordeal was over but then the tinny voice commanded,

“Open your mouth and push out your tongue.”

“What? Why?” she asked, feeling more anxious than ever.

“For epithelial cell collection. Open!” the droid demanded.

Feeling horribly vulnerable, Sylvie did as it said, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue.

The droid hovered closer to her head and a new arm protruded from its silver belly. This one seemed to have something like a spoon at its end. Before she could see it very well, the droid jammed it between her lips and into her mouth.

The spoon-like instrument scraped painfully against the inside of Sylvie’s cheek. Then it withdrew and disappeared back into the droid.

This time she was sure it was over…but the worst was yet to come.

“On your back,” the droid demanded. “Spread your legs.”

“What?” Sylvie backed away from it. “I don’t think so!”

“You’d better do it,” Hersha warned. “It’s no fun but it doesn’t take long.”

“What…what is it going to do to me, though?” Sylvie demanded.

“Take samples from between your legs, of course. What else?” the other woman said dryly. “Come lie on one of the cots—it’s easier that way,” she added.

Feeling sick and horrified, Sylvie shook her head.

“No! I won’t do it!”

“You’ll be sorry if you don’t,” Hersha warned and the other women murmured ascent.

But Sylvie simplycouldn’tmake herself do what the droid was demanding. It would be like being complicit in her own rape, she thought. She wasn’t going to make it easier for that bastard Dr. Barbarous!

“You refuse to comply?” the droid asked in its mechanical voice.

“That’s right—you can fuck off!” Sylvie told it in a shaking voice.

She was afraid the silver droid would shock her or poke her with needles again to make her obey but instead it simply hovered in front of her for a long moment.

“You will regret this disobedience,” it said at last.

Then it turned and hovered back into the hole it had come from, which irised shut behind it, leaving what looked like a smooth, wooden wall.

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry for that,” Hersha remarked. “I’m surprised it didn’t shock you.” But she and everyone else in the room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Sylvie could almost read their minds.

‘At least it wasn’t me’—that’s what they’re all thinking.

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