Chapter 2

It was quiet.

Barbara watched him sigh, his muscles flexing and releasing. He looked a little bit disappointed with her answer. Did he want to kill her? Fuck! She feels unsafe sharing the same cell with the new menace. She looked upward, meeting his gaze again. "What a shame. I can't kill you-"

The blood was smeared on her tender flesh as he reached his other hand to touch her cheek. It smelled just like he desired to mark her. The grip on her throat loosened. He caressed her throat, collarbones, and then down to her shoulders. His hand moves closer and closer to her breasts. "Or torture you. But, it would be a waste to destroy such a beautiful female. The fragrance of your skin is sweeter- sensually attractive" He grinned, "Beware, doctor. I can smell you."

A whimper escaped her lips when his hand cupped her breast. She felt numb and sexually frustrated. He squeezed and massaged slightly before his fingers curled on her stiff peak under her shirt. He stroked and pulled gently. Barbara panted when he leaned closer to her neck and nibbed at her flesh. His saliva soaked her skin, and the feeling of his sharp teeth kept her still. Fuck! She surprisingly liked it. She wished she could argue the logic with her brain, but she was powerless. Up close, he appeared even taller, boarder. She had never before experienced a sense of frailty, but now she had. "Did they give you a breeding drug?"

She blinks. That question makes her sober and instantly alarms her. She lifted her hand and pushed that broad shoulder. Her sharp nails sank into his muscles, breaking the rough skin. She shook her head, "N-No!" then added, "I am telling the truth! I-I was here for years without a daily check-up."

He narrowed his eyes, "Why?".

"Why?" As she raged, "I'm the end product of a botched experiment." Then, she said in a mocking tone, "So they ignored me."

The door opens before he speaks. Two guards stepped into the room and stopped in front of their cell. Barbara looked at them over his shoulder. He ignored them and continued his exploration of her body. His hand was on her breast, trailing down to her round stomach, then her hips. She yelped, pushing his shoulders when he lifted her onto his thighs. Her legs spread apart between his hips, and he pulled her closer until her womanhood brushed against his stiff shaft. Her cheeks flushed.

Barbara struggled harder to move away from him but incessantly rubbed intimately on his length. Finally, he groaned and secured his grip on her hips. She instantly panicked, shamed, and abruptly told him to release her. She watched, horrified, as the men entered the cell, taking away the insensible body. They muttered in disgust and hurriedly locked the cell before leaving the room.

"Y-You're crazy!" She snapped.

He ungraciously chuckled and released her before standing up. The blanket fell to the ground as soon as he stood. Fuck! Barbara curse. His cock was thick and long and had a compelling ridge. It was a scar. She quickly turned away from his private part, trying to ignore his erected part pointing directly in her direction.

With a bark of laughter, he returned to his previous posture. He sat in silence, but Barbara could feel him peering at her. She disregarded, closed her eyes, and tried to steady her heartbeats. Her ignorance amused him. He snickers, breaking the silence between them. "All the best people are crazy. Keep that in mind, doctor."

She proceeded to disregard his presence for the remaining of the day. Thankfully, he keeps to himself and doesn't bother anyone else.

Numerous questions frequently bugged her, starting from his identity to his idea of knowing her. The man was a dangerous predator, a monster, a mysterious one filled with rage. She could feel his anger whenever the men came to take the subject individually for a check-up. Yet, she was unconcerned until they came back and unsealed the cell.

"Subject 96"

Incredulity, she stared at them. Then, as if sensing her rigidity, the naked man opened his eyes, peering at the men, emotionless. Her body shivered when a recollection surged through her head. Barbara wanted to extinguish that thought- they had overlooked her for years. So, why reconceived? She hesitated before standing.

They frowned. "Subject 96, you need to follow us now."

She clenched her fists and quickly approached them. A hand grabbed her arm before she could walk out of the cell. Barbara flinched under his sharp gaze. Then, he leaned closer to her ear, "Are you lying to me, doctor?"

Barbara shivered under his murderous tone. Instantly, terror stung her. His eyes changed to an unreadable emotion when he noticed her trembling body. "What's wrong?"

She gulps, hoicking her arm from him, "I swear I-I don't know..."

Barbara clenched her hands, scampering away under his sharp eye. The man hastily locked the cell before he could yank her back. He flared up, hitting the bar while glaring at the men between her. They disregarded him, handcuffed her, and dragged her out of the room. She palpitated when they walked along the white corridors, passing by many doors, then waiting in front of an elevator. A moment later, the elevator opens, and they step into it. They continue to the third floor, causing her somersaults when they stop at the familiar metal door.

A soft hum greeted them as soon as the door opened. The lab was perpetual. The floor was brown like sand on a beach, while the wall was red like a bloody tortured hell. To one side, a woman is seen standing in front of a bookcase. One of the men pushes her into the room before shutting the door.

The torment begins with her hands tied up, revealing her bareback. Barbara waited until she spoke, "Conditions were tough, but we are stubborn." Then, she grins wickedly, "Come on, you know what we want."

Wounds painted her skin, but she refused to give up. The woman enjoyed torturing her. She chuckled, battering her with the whip- more arduous and forcefully. So to the point, her flesh is torn and bleeding. Barbara gritted her teeth, "I-I'll never...give i-it to...you."

"B-Bitch!" and then she fainted.

She was unaware of how long she had been unconscious. A wet tongue moved against her round left breast. She released a soft moan and arched her back, offering more of her flesh. A low chuckle caressed her ear, carrying on with licking her flesh. She cannot stop the dampness on her-

Barbara's eyes snapped open when she realized that she was naked. She was back in the cell. The cold air blew through her bare skin. Trembling, she moves to the warm body. One hand was on her right inner thigh while the other was on her right breast, pitching on her tight peak. Again, she moans against it, this time louder.

A long black hair caressed her arm as he leaned forward, sucking the little button into his hot mouth. Her claws came out and sank into his muscles. She could smell the sweat, blood, and arousal in the room. Strange! Something was happening to her body. Her flesh was burning, yet every touch, every stroke from him brought an undeniable pleasure over her. Things that had not occurred to her body before.

Her hands were trembling, and tears clouded her eyes. She moans incessantly, getting louder and louder due to the suction and bites on her peak. A deep growl startled her when her body shamelessly swayed, ridding the thigh that tucked in close to her wet cunt. She was starving. She wants nothing except that mouth on her clit. Devouring her like the beast in him. As if reading her thought, he trailed lower, licking down the narrow closed slit, and plunged his tongue deep into the tight depths of her vagina as he drew all her silky cream into his mouth. "Delectable"

His voice was low and dangerous. He drew his nose closer to the small hole and inhaled deeply, trying to memorize the alluring smell of arousal. Barbara barely heard him. The touch of his tongue was like a bolt of electricity searing her womb. She gasped at the sensation, her body tightening, drowning in the pleasure that washed over her.

There had been nothing like this in all her life. She bucked against his mouth, feeling his tongue circle her aching clit, his lips suckle at it. His hand parted the folds, his fingers running through the juices that wept from her body, caressing a path from her hidden entrance, then lower, shockingly lower, to the tight pucker of her anus, causing her to jerk.

He growled warningly into her flesh, sending vibrations of ecstasy echoing over her body. Then she arched when his tongue stabbed into her vagina, and his finger slid a forbidden inch into the lower entrance.

She gripped his shoulders, her claws digging into the muscles as her vagina tightened, desperate to hold his tongue in place as she marveled at the feel of his finger lodged just past the entrance of her ass. It didn't hurt. She would have thought it would. But, instead, he moved it, pulling free of her body's grip, his fingers moistening themselves in the juice that ran from her cunt, then returning to slide into the tight hole once again. All the while, his tongue thrusting hard and fasting inside her, driving her closer to completion. Yet, simultaneously, his finger droved her closer to insanity.

Barbara was dumbfounded.

She tossed, bucking against him, her hands in his hair again, pulling him close as she felt the bite of sensual pain in her ass, the thrust and drag of his rough tongue in her vagina. Torturous need clawed at her insides, burning her alive as he fucked his tongue hard and fast inside her dripping channel. She would come as hard as she would die with the sensation of it. But, instead, she groaned, burning, reaching, half screamed, half growled at the unbearable pleasure, and exploded into his mouth as his finger forged deep inside her ass an instant before her muscles clamped tight in orgasm. Fiery fingers of electricity sizzled inside the tight hole as her hands anchored in his hair, easing his finger free of her anus before rising quickly over her.

"Glad to see you again, Dr. Barbara," He whispered against her flesh.

Sanity came back to her like water dumped onto her. She blinked and growled warningly. Pushing the male away, and slammed him onto the floor. Claws sunk deeper into his skin until they bled. Anger burned inside her accompanying red-hot lust. Barbara gave a stern look to the man and shook her head. "Who the fuck are you? How the hell do you know about me?"

His calcite eyes were glowing in the dark like a predator. He let her sit beside him, feeling her wet clit brushing against his abdomen. Barbara ignored the moans that threatened to come out when those fingers caressed her nipple. She quickly gripped his wrist to stop him. The scent of his blood hit her nose, yet he remained calm and proceeded to pinch her peak- harder. He chuckles as she growls at him, "Dr. Barbara, it is not like you at all to forget one of your lab rats. I thought I was your favourite experiment, but you gave me up."

She holds herself from flinching due to his harsh-toned. The answer she got from him makes no sense at all. As far as she knows, she never ditched anyone, at least not when she was still a responsible scientist. She did her work professionally and never mistreated people, especially the subjects.

His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers gripping the hard points of her nipples and pinching them gently- bringing her back from her thoughts. She tried to move his hands, but the male was crafted like steel. She growled at him and queried, "Did she send you? You-"

She was staggered when the head of his cock brushed against her ass. It was moving seductively against her flesh and soaking her with his juices. She gazed at him with a slight choke of surprise. He seductively smiles, "Do you want it, little doctor?"

"How?" He whispered, "Suck it?...Or burying it into your hot-"

"I-I will fucking cut it!" She warned him, yet it came out in a whisper. It moved! His dick was fucking moving by itself! She was supposed to be scared of it instead of-

A shiver began in her womb, slowly working over her body, building, almost like a climax, until she gasped for breath, her fist clenching his wrist harder as her body rocked by a demand that took her breath. She was uncertain how long it lasted, how long she fought to breathe. Her eyes were wide, her vision fuzzy as the waves of pulsing lust swept over her again and again. She was panting and shaking her head.

It took a few minutes to clear her mind. But, the look on his face almost makes her moan. His eyes turned darker. Jaws clenched harder as he inhaled her scent. Finally, she opens her mouth and speaks in a hush, "W-What the hell are you?"

His lips twitched, "Doctor, you knew exactly who I am. You created me-" He rubs those furrowed eyebrows, "-Subject number 3. Did it ring a bell?"

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