Page 25 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“Why not? I have superior subjects now—you and Mr. Kross.” The mad scientist shrugged as though killing the other women in the compound would be nothing to him. “Of course, the treetures would be upset if they had no more playthings to fuck, but they can all take turns withyou, my dear,” he said, giving Sylvia an evil smile.

She went pale and her eyes were huge with fear. But she lifted her chin and glared at the screen.

“You’re a psychopath!”

“Actually, I’m more of a sociopath,” Barbarous said. “And an unrepentant one at that. Now are you going to allow my droid to take samples or shall I kill your new friends?”

Kross wanted to protect her from this—he balled his hands into fists, wishing he could punch the fucking scientist in the mouth! But he knew it had to be Sylvia’s choice.

“All…all right,” she whispered at last, her voice trembling. “What kind of samples do you want?”

“You know what kind, my dear,” Barbarous said, smirking. “Kindly lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”

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SYLVIE

Sylvie felt sick. Was she really going to have to go through with this? It seemed she was if she didn’t want her companions in the women’s prison to die.

Kross was looking at her anxiously as she made up her mind.

“You don’t have to do this, Princess,” he rumbled softly.

“Yes, I do,” Sylvie said, wishing her voice sounded less weak. She sounded like she was going to cry, even to her own ears.

The silver collector droid hovered closer, extending an arm from the center of its bottom sphere as it did. This time, instead of a needle or a spoon, the instrument at the end of the long silver arm was a metal phallus—abigone.

Sylvie felt her eyes grow wide as she took in its size.

“Surely you don’t expect to fit that thing in me!” she exclaimed.

“Actually, I believe it will fit quite nicely,” Barbarous said, still smirking. “And considering that you orgasmed twice just a few minutes ago, there shouldn’t be a lubrication problem.”

Sylvie flushed, looking down at her hands. How had he known that she was coming? She hadn’t even wanted Kross to know that! It wasn’t like she usually came when someone sucked her nipples but the gas they had been given had made her tenderpeaks much more sensitive—until it almost felt like they gave her as much pleasure as her clit. So much so that when Kross had been sucking on them, she couldn’t help coming.

Speaking of Kross, he had an angry, frustrated look on his face—an expression that spoke of how upset he was that he couldn’t protect her from this.

“Fucking bastard,” he growled, looking balefully at the image of Barbarous on the screen. “If I ever get my hands on you…”

“Kross, it’s all right.” Her words came out sounding high and trembly. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’ll be fine—honestly.”

“Time is wasting, Sylvia,” Barbarous said from the screen. “Are you going to lie back and spread your legs or should I alert my treetures to start killing your friends?”

“No, no—don’t do that!” Sylvie exclaimed quickly. “I’ll do it. Look, see? I…I’m doing it.” As she spoke, she lowered herself to the bed and spread her thighs. But her last words ended in a half-sob of humiliation and horror.

Then Kross was beside her. He slipped his left arm around her shoulders and cupped her cheek with his right hand.

“Hey, baby—it’s okay,” he murmured, swiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Sylvie didn’t see how it would be okay. The droid hummed closer, the arm with the thick silver phallus attached pointed directly at her, and she couldn’t help watching it. She felt like a small forest animal, hypnotized by the menacing sway of a snake—unable to look away from the awful thing that was coming.

Then Kross turned her face towards him.

“Don’t look,” he said softly. “Don’t watch it, Princess. Look at me.”

Biting her lip, Sylvie did as he said. She looked deep into his eyes, which were a soft purple-blue at the moment. She wishedshe knew what the different colors his eyes turned really meant and what emotions they corresponded to. She wished?—

“Oh!” she gasped as the cold metal of the silver phallus touched her pussy. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to clamp her thighs closed and deny it entry.

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