Page 15 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

But what would happen to her now that she’d refused to let the droid collect all of the “samples” it wanted?

She didn’t know and she was afraid to find out.

9

SYLVIE

About an hour after the collection droid had made its appearance, another of Dr. Barbarous’s “treetures” came into the small, dim room. He was pushing a cart with five metal bowls and he also had an armful of clothing. He shoved the clothes at Sylvie.

“Change now. Dr. Barbarous says.”

Sylvie thought about telling him to fuck off, like she’d told the droid. But she was probably already in trouble for that little piece of noncompliance.

Unhappily, she slipped out of her protective white coverall. She was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and panties under it. But when she tried to leave them on, the treeture shook a long, branch-like finger at her and growled,

“All off! All off!”

Very unwillingly, Sylvie took off the rest of her clothes and quickly slipped into the garment he had brought her. It turned out to be the same kind of shift, made of tan plant fibers, the other women were wearing. The fibers were silky if you stroked with the grain but extremely rough and scratchy if she ran her fingers up the dress instead of down it. Sylvie felt incredibly vulnerable in it.

The treeture took away her clothes and boots and handed out the silver bowls. Then he pushed the cart out of the small room and shut the door behind him, locking them in again.

Dinner was some kind of protein mush served cold. It tasted as bland as cardboard and Sylvie didn’t really want it. But when she offered her portion to Lorna, the goat-girl’s slotted eyes went wide.

“Oh, no—you can’t give it away. Youhaveto eat it,” she said earnestly, shoving the offered bowl away.

“But what if I’m not hungry?” Sylvie protested. She usually never skipped meals, but recent events had completely robbed her of her appetite. She felt like she might actually be sick if she tried to eat the bland protein mush.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re hungry or not—you have to eat every bite they give you,” Hersha lectured. “If you don’t want to end up like Grolla, over there.”

She nodded at the girl with long green and yellow hair who had been rocking and keening on the far bed when Sylvie first came in. Her skin was pasty pale though Sylvie couldn’t tell if it was her normal coloring or the pallor of long captivity. She was eating her own bowl of mush slowly but steadily, though her big green eyes were filled with tears that kept dripping down her cheeks and landing in the bowl. It was a pitiful sight and Sylvie wished she could help the girl, though she had no idea how.

“What…what happened to her? She refused to eat her meal?” she asked in a low voice.

“Refused for days and days. She was washing it down the sink or the toilet—trying to starve herself to death,” Hertha answered.

“Not that we blame her—Dr. Barbarous killed her fiancé when he captured their ship,” Shredda, the third goat-woman murmured.

“None of us said anything, but somehow Barbie found out,” Hertha said grimly. “And then he punished her.”

“Punished herhow?”Sylvie demanded in a whisper. She wanted to know what kind of treatment she might receive herself for refusing to allow the collector to take samples from between her legs.

“He gave her to the treetures for breeding—allof them at once,” Hersha said and shivered. “They’re all male you know. He keeps trying to make a female one, but he can’t seem to get the formula right. So he lets them have one of us if we’re disobedient.”

“Hewhat?”Sylvie felt all the blood drain out of her face. “You’re kidding!”

“Wish I was.” Hersha shrugged. “Bet you’re wishing you’d let the collector take those samples now, aren’t you?” she added, raising an eyebrow at Sylvie.

“Hush, Hersha—don’t be unkind,” Lorna said, frowning.

“So he just…gave her to them?Allof them?” Sylvie remembered the huge member swinging between Manlow the moss-man’s legs and felt sick. To be used by a creature like that—something that wasn’t even fully humanoid…and not only one but all of them at the same time…

“He’s a sadistic bastard,” Hersha said angrily. “He claims to be ‘asexual’ and thinks he’s above it all just because he doesn’t assault us himself. But helovesto watch. Fucking creepy perverted asshole!”

“Hersha, be quiet! What if he’s listening through the screen?” Lorna hissed. “You don’t want to be chosen out of turn, do you?”

“Chosen out of turn? What doesthatmean?” Sylvie asked anxiously.

Hersha sighed.

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