Dark Wrath (3 page)

She amused
herself for a while by letting out the slack and jerking the chains tight again
when he tried to grab the tray.  He glanced up at the camera eye stonily
the third time, suppressing his fury with an effort.  Abruptly, the chains
when completely slack.

He waited,
certain that if he tried to reach his food again he would be jerked upward to
dangle above the floor where he could only stare at the food beyond his
reach.  When several minutes had passed and the chains didn’t so much as
creak, he made a dive for the food and wolfed it down quickly before she could
jerk the chains and make him drop it.

* * * *

“Doctor Wagner!”
Freda exclaimed as if pleasantly surprised by his sudden appearance, hitting
the release on the pulley abruptly as the man poked his head into the
observation room door. “What brings you down?”

To her relief, he
didn’t seem to have noticed what she’d been doing.  Plainly, he was too
excited by his thoughts to notice much of anything. “I just wanted to have a
look at the subject to see how he’s doing.”

Freda gestured
toward the observation window.  “As you can see, he seems to have decided
to eat.  I was growing concerned about his refusal,” she lied smoothly.

Wagner clasped
his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels as he watched the creature
below.  He shook his head.  “It amazes me that they seem so human at
times.  And yet, observe the way he gulps his food.”

“Trust me, he’s
more beast than man, whatever his appearance.”

“That’s not
altogether a bad thing, though, is it?  Do you think we’ll be able to
collect another specimen tomorrow?”

A flicker of
dismay went through her as she remembered she’d let her temper get away from
her and taunted him about Erin.  Belatedly, she realized it might not work
to send the cunt in again.  If the rage she’d seen in his eyes was any
indication, he was more likely to kill the bitch than fuck her senseless. 
She forced a confident smile.  “I’m sure we won’t have any trouble at all
from here on out.”

* * * *

Jesse knew what
was coming the moment the injection surged through his blood and a red haze of
lust washed over him instead of unconsciousness.  He’d suspected as much
when he and his cage had been thoroughly hosed down, but then the stench of
rotting food had grown so pervasive that he wasn’t certain but what they had
simply decided they couldn’t take the smell anymore.  They had no
compunction about forcing him to live like an animal, no consideration for his revulsion
of the filth, nor any apparent concern for the health hazards of the
conditions.  The toilet in the corner seemed almost as much a taunt as the
infrequent feedings.  He was only allowed access to it once a day. 
The rest of the time he either dealt with the discomfort or relieved himself on
the floor if he couldn’t bear it any longer--not that that was anything he had
to worry about very often.  He was lucky if he got fed once a day, and he
only got water when he was fed.  He lived on the edge of dehydration.

He had to wonder
how they thought he could produce their fucking specimens even if he’d wanted
to without a decent intake of fluids.  He could barely piss.

Despite every
effort to focus on anything other than the drug creeping through him, he felt
it winding tighter and tighter through him, felt his self-control slipping.

He shook his
head, as if he could shake the effect of the drug off by doing so, gritted his
teeth as he felt his balls tighten and his cock become semi-erect.  He was
lowered until his feet touched the cold, still wet floor.

The wheel above
him stopped.

They knew he was
just waiting for the opportunity to kill whoever walked through the door.

He leaned back
against the wall, allowing his head to loll against his shoulder, struggling to
allow the appearance of being firmly under the influence of the drug without
actually allowing it to control him.

The door
opened.  He knew even before he opened his eyes that it was Erin they’d
shoved into the room.  Her scent hit him even before he realized he’d
detected it and his body spiraled out of his control.

She was drugged.

She was also
naked.

He forgot all
about trying to feign the level of the drug’s control.  His gaze moved
over her hungrily, devouring every inch of exposed flesh as if he could touch
and taste her even from across the room.

The scent of her
arousal drew his gaze to the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. 
His cock responded by engorging so rapidly with blood that darkness swirled
around him.

It took every
ounce of will power that he could summon to tear his gaze from her cunt.

His eyes locked
on her face as he struggled to call forth his beast, to resurrect the fury he
had felt toward her since the cold bitch had taunted him with her deception.

Even with his own
mind reeling from the injection, though, his body screaming with the need to
yield to his urges, he could tell by the way she was moving that she was
scarcely aware of where she was and, briefly, it flickered through his mind to
wonder how willingly she worked with them if they had to drug her to send her
in to collect the specimen.

But then the cold
bitch had said she could barely stomach coupling with him because she thought
of him as an animal.

She looked up at
him at that moment.  Her eyes, already dark with desire, grew darker
still, glazed.  She moved toward him unsteadily.

He stiffened as
she nuzzled her face against his chest, trying to brace himself, trying to hold
on to the anger he’d managed to summon.

She began
stroking him with her hands, rubbing her body against him.  “Jesse,” she
crooned breathily, curling her fingers around his cock and making his belly
clench spasmodically.  “I need this.  I hurt.  Please, Jesse.”

He ground his
teeth, squeezing his eyes tightly as pleasure akin to pain went through him. 
Mindless, driven purely by instinct, he reached for her.  The chains
thwarted him, jerking his mind back to his goal.

He didn’t want to
fuck her.  He wanted to throttle her.

He was almost
relieved when she ceased to stroke his cock, sliding her hands upward along his
body.  The relief was short lived.  She slipped her arms around him,
plastering her body against his.  A groan escaped him in spite of all he
could do as she curled around him, pressing her hips rhythmically against him
so that he could feel the moist heat of her cleft teasing his cock.

He held his
breath.  He struggled with his beast.

He lost control
as she grasped his cock and pushed it between her thighs.  Uttering a
guttural growl, he began moving in counter to her thrusts, trying to push his
cock inside of her when he could get no leverage to do so.  The effort
cost him, drove him beyond the ability to reason.  The certainty hit him
that, like the food and water he was taunted with and not allowed to taste, the
cold bitch had devised a new torment for him, to tease him with Erin, her
smell, her touch, with the possibility of assuaging his need for her and dangle
it just out of reach.

He strained
against the manacles again, this time with no goal in mind other than
penetration.  He scarcely noticed the abrupt release of the chains beyond
the fact that his efforts to grab her were rewarded.  He dug his fingers
into her buttocks, bending his knees and driving upward as he pulled her thighs
apart.  His cock slipped along her cleft, just barely penetrating the
opening of her body.  It was enough, though, to send him over the
edge.  Seizing her, he turned as he lifted upward for leverage, braced her
against the wall drove into her in a series of desperate lunges.  A
shudder went through him as he felt her moist heat closing around him.

He sought her
mouth, nipping her neck with the edge of his teeth as she twisted her face
away.

She groaned with
a mixture of pleasure and pain as he plowed ruthlessly past her resisting
muscles, heaving against her in hard thrusts until he was buried inside of her
to the root of his member.

He couldn’t think
beyond his own burning need.  Scouring her tender flesh with his lips, his
teeth, and his tongue, he began pumping into her with barely leashed savagery,
his movements as frenzied as his need was desperate.  She cried out,
jerking as her body convulsed in pleasure.

The sound drove
him beyond even the tenuous hold that remained to him.  He groaned
hoarsely as his orgasm caught him and he felt his body pumping his seed into
her.

Weakness washed
over him as he spent himself on her, his arms and legs beginning to tremble
with fatigue.

Through the
darkness of expended ecstasy, a thread of reason emerged.  He dragged in a
shaky breath, allowing her to slide down the wall until her feet touched the
floor.  Even as he reached for her beautiful white throat, however, the
chains tightened, pulling his arms over his head.

He let out a roar
of fury, surging against the manacles.

Her eyes opened,
widened slightly as she slid weakly to the floor.

Awareness
flickered in the depths of her eyes, and terror--and revulsion.

“Next time, I’ll
kill her,” he growled furiously as he watched them enter the room and drag her
away.

He meant
it.  He dwelt on little else while he waited for them to bring her to
torment him again, ruthlessly quashing the memories of all the times he had
waited and watched for her return as the only highlight in the hell they had devised
for him.

They doubled the
injection the next time they brought her to him.  By the time they had
shoved her through his cage door, he was writhing on the floor, his body and
mind on fire.  The moment she came within his reach, he dragged her down,
pinning her to the cold stones with his body and thrusting inside of her until he
found release.

After they had
brought her to him again, he ceased to think of much beyond taking her. 
He craved her more than food or water, with or without the drug.  He hated
her almost as much as he wanted her and he made no attempt to hide it from her.

* * * *

Disbelief
dominated Erin, filtering out much of the emotions that she was certain she
would have felt if her life had not become a nightmare she couldn’t entirely
grasp.  When the drug had finally worn off, she’d found herself in her own
bed in her own quarters.  Despite the aftereffects of having been drugged,
however, right up until the moment she tried to move, Erin had convinced
herself that she’d had some sort of ‘bad trip’.

The protest of
her muscles, particularly those along her inner thighs, made it impossible to
even hold on to the dubious comfort of worrying that the drug they’d given her
had damaged her mind.

She hadn’t
dreamed it. She hadn’t hallucinated because that bitch had pumped an untested
drug into her.  The moment she slipped her hand down between her legs to
cup her bruised nether lips, she knew beyond any doubt that they really had
thrown her in with the beast.  She actually
had
fondled him and
begged him to fuck her and he had been all too willing to do so.

She had become
their newest pet project.

She didn’t know
what they had given her beyond the fact that the bitch had called it Formula
9.  Undoubtedly, it was something that had been developed here, something
most likely developed for the creatures, not humans.

She had barely
been conscious of anything at all beyond a frantic need to be penetrated. 
She had needed it so desperately that she suspected she would have been willing
to try to rape him if he hadn’t seized the initiative and assuaged the need.

She hadn’t been
pushed to that, though.  Almost as soon as she’d begun to rub herself on
him, he had yielded to his animal needs.

She shuddered at
the memory, feeling warmth and shame flood her all over again as she recalled
the pleasure she’d felt when he had pummeled her.  She’d ‘done it’ with a
creature that wasn’t even human and gloried in it, begged for it.

He
was
an
animal.  As human as he appeared because of the silver that controlled
him, that was all he really was and the savage fierceness of his possession was
proof of it.

It was more
demoralizing to have to accept that she’d actually enjoyed coupling with the
beast than if she’d merely been savaged by it.  By the time they came to
take her back to him, she had convinced herself that she would die before she’d
let that thing near her again.  The moment she saw the two guards with
Freda she knew the forlorn hope she’d held out that they wouldn’t dare try such
a thing again had been a pipe dream.  When the guards grabbed her, she
began screaming, biting, and kicking.

Beyond a demonstration
of her reluctance, the exercise was useless.  The guards held her down
impassively while Freda injected her.

The drug went
through her and set her blood on fire.  She was breathless with arousal,
every touch burning her up with need.  By the time they hauled her to her
feet and led her down to the beast’s cage, she was almost ready to tear free
and race to him.

Fear washed over
her briefly when she saw the look in his eyes, but the urges were far too
strong to resist.  If she had known positively that he would rip her to
shreds, she didn’t think she could have refrained from going to him and
demanding that he ease the ache inside of her.

D
uring
the times when she was completely lucid, Erin was certain nothing could be
worse than what she’d already experienced.  She discovered that she hadn’t
reckoned on Freda’s penchant for tormenting anybody and anything within her
power.

She had lost
track of time since she had been confined in her quarters, lost track of the
number of times they had taken her to pleasure the beast, but she knew weeks
had passed, perhaps as much as a month, maybe even more.  The day arrived
when the guards came and she was injected not with the drug that drove her wild
with need, but a mild sedative instead.

It made very
little difference in her ability to fight them off.

It made a world
difference, however, when she was shoved into the beast’s cage. She was far
more aware of her surroundings, far more conscious of the threat she faced, and
she did not have the drug driving her libido out of control.

Such was not the
case with him.  She could see they’d given him a powerful dose to overcome
his resistance.  The moment his gaze settled on her his eyes darkened and
his features hardened with barely leashed desire.

But she saw there
was wildness in his eyes, too, something she had not noticed before in her own
state--and hate and rage.

It was small
wonder considering what they’d done to him.

She huddled near
the door where they’d left her, afraid to approach him.

He seemed to
sense her terror, as hard as she was trying to hide it, sensed that something
was different.  He ceased struggling against the chains, breathing deeply,
raggedly.

He still watched
her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, but she could see he’d begun struggling
with the drug they’d injected in him.

They were
watching.  She knew that the moment the pulley overhead began to churn and
the chains went slack.  His arms dropped to his sides.  Pain
contorted his features.

Despite her fear
of him, pity twisted hers.

He saw it when he
opened his eyes.  It enraged him and she saw his control slip. 
“What?” he asked in a low rumbling growl.  “You think you’re so good,
chère
,
you can collect your specimen from over dare?”

Erin moistened
her lips.  “They drugged me.  I didn’t know what I was doing.”

His lips
curled.  Amusement didn’t touch his eyes, however.  “Coulda fooled
me,
chère
.  Seemed t’me you knew just what you wuz doin’.  You
spread them purty white thighs real nice.”  His gaze flickered down her
body to rest on the curls at the apex of her thighs.  “They gave me three
hits,” he added broodingly. “What you think about that,
chère
?  You
think, maybe, they’re figuring they don’ need you no more?  Think they
figure I’ll take care of their little disposal problem?”

Erin shuddered,
sorry now that they hadn’t drugged her out of her mind.  The sedative did
nothing more than disorient her, slowing her reactions, muddling her thoughts.

He bared his
teeth in a parody of a smile. “Come closer,
chère
.  I got a little somethin’
I wanna share wi’ you.”

Erin shook her
head slowly, backing away until she was plastered against the door.  The
cold metal sent a shiver through her.  She glanced up at the camera.

As if it had been
a signal, the churning of the pulley began again.  Alarmed at the sound,
Erin’s head snapped toward him just as the beast bounded toward her.  She
didn’t have time to scream.  Before she’d managed to do more than suck in
a sharp breath he was upon her, his hands closing around her arms, pinning her
to the door.

She squeezed her
eyes closed, expecting any moment to feel pain explode inside her mind as he
shredded her flesh.  She jerked all over when she felt his heated breath
against her ear.  “Now I get ta do a little experiment of my own,
chère
.”

Her eyes opened
wide as he lifted his head, capturing her chin and forcing her to look up at
him.  His face closed in on hers as he dipped his head toward her. 
She felt the heat of his ragged breaths on her face, the scent of his
breath.  Her body reacted instantly to the chemical it had been taught to
respond to--his.  Warmth displaced the fear, unfurling like an opening
blossom in her belly.

“You don’ wanna
kiss the nasty beast, do you,
chère
?” he murmured, nibbling her lips
with his.  “Too personal?  Too intimate?  It’s not like jus’
fucking the beast, is it,
chère
?  Cause din you cain’t pretend you
don’ really want it, cain’t be all scientific and detached.  It’s too much
like makin’ love, ain’t it,
chère
?”

Her lips tingled
from his touch and his nearness.  Her mouth had gone cotton dry from the
short, quick breaths she took.  She licked her lips to moisten them,
inadvertently touching his lips as she did so.

He fitted his
lips to hers more firmly, flicked his tongue out to tease the seam that posed
the only barrier to his intimate caress.  Dizziness washed over her that
had nothing to do with the drug they’d injected her with.

When he opened
his mouth over hers and parted the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue,
delving inside to explore the sensitive recess of her mouth, she offered no
more than a token resistance, her thoughts too chaotic to consider anything
else.  The warmth became heat.  The heat became need.  The
resistance inside her fled.

Her body
remembered the pleasure he’d taught it to feel and opened to him as if he’d
uttered an incantation.

In a sense it was
just that.  The rake of his tongue along hers filled her with his chemical
essence.  The thrust of his tongue evoked keen echoes of his possession.

She didn’t know
when she ceased to accept him passively and became a willing participant, but
one moment she was merely unresisting and the next she found herself stroking
her tongue along his.

He tensed,
immediately suspicious, but as she lifted her hands and skated them lightly,
tentatively over his belly, she felt his wariness crumble, felt his needs
supplant his reason.  His hold on her upper arms relaxed.  His hands
moved to her back, pulling her more tightly against him.  The kiss, which
had begun with gentle persuasion, sharpened with hunger.

He broke from the
kiss abruptly, lifting his head to stare at her.  With an effort, Erin
lifted her heavy lids to look up at him.  Raw need glittered in his
eyes.  Behind them was a war zone.  The drugs threatened to slip the
leash he held upon it, his natural desires working against his reasoning mind
and joining forces with the effects of the drug.  He swallowed
thickly.  “That was … a mistake,
chère,”
he muttered, dipping his
head abruptly and fastening his mouth over the flesh along the side of her
neck.

She felt the
sting of his teeth as he scored her flesh.  Goose bumps broke out all over
her, making her more acutely sensitive to every slight brush of his skin
against hers.

He sucked the
sting away, lathing it with his tongue, moved lower, nuzzling the upper slope
of her breasts, sucking tiny love bites and then moving on.  “The floor or
the wall,
chère? 
One’s as cold and hard as the next.  Either
way, I’m gonna have ta have you now.”

The question
filtered through her mind dimly, sluggishly. By the time she’d grasped the gist
of it and tensed, it was too late.  Her head swam as he pushed her to the
floor and covered her body with his own.  She gasped as her back met the
cold floor.  He seized the opening, covering her mouth with his in a kiss
as he unleashed his beast upon her.  The savagery of his possession,
instead of frightening her as it should have, evoked a similar need inside her.

He broke from her
lips and moved down her body to taste and suckle her flesh, teasing her with
the sharp edge of his teeth.  When he reached the sensitive skin of her
belly, she gasped, tangling her fingers in his dark hair.  Ignoring the
tug, he moved lower still, pushing her legs apart and parting the petals of
flesh around her cleft with his tongue.

A wall of need
slammed into her as he teased her clit.  She cried out, writhing beneath
him.  He caught her wrists, disentangling her fingers from his hair and
bearing her arms to the floor.  She struggled to close her legs, fighting
the insidious heat racing through her, making her heart pound.

Releasing her
wrists, he caught her thighs, pushing them wide and then wedging his arms
between them and grasping her wrists again.  She groaned, bucked as he
settled his mouth over her clit.  Within moments she ceased trying to
escape and began to writhe with fevered need.  He teased and suckled her
unmercifully, until she began to jerk and moan with release.  Before the
convulsions had even died away, he slid up her body and began to tease first
one and then the other painfully erect nipple, stroking her cleft with the head
of his cock and then wedging it into her opening.

She gasped,
panting for breath as he began working his way past the tightly clenched
muscles of her channel, moving deeper with each foray.  He was shaking as
badly as she was, a fine sheen of moisture coating his body by the time he’d
claimed her fully.  He hesitated, as if struggling to regain control and
then released a harsh breath.  Slipping one arm beneath her hips, he set a
frantic, pounding pace as he began thrusting and retreating.

Erin cried out as
her body convulsed again in climax, this time harder than before.  He
ground his teeth, faltered briefly and then began to thrust harder and faster
than before as his body exploded with rapture.

Erin went perfectly
limp in the aftermath, fighting to catch her breath as he slumped heavily
against her, his own breath sawing harshly in and out of his laboring lungs.

She roused
slightly as he pushed himself slightly away from her.  When she managed to
pry her eyelids open, she saw that the fire of lust had ceased to glaze his
eyes.  They were filled now with barely leashed rage.  “One day I
will kill you all for what you have done to me,” he said in a menacing
whisper.  “But you,
chère--
you I will save for last.”

* * * *

The drug had all
but worn off by the time Erin was shoved into her quarters again and left to
dwell on her situation.  Foremost in her mind was the threat.  It
made her cold all over each time she remembered it.  She didn’t for one
moment suffer any doubts that he not only fully intended to do what he’d
promised, but that he was perfectly capable of it.

She knew they
would never release him.  They would keep him as long as they were
interested in studying him, and then they would destroy him.

The thought gave
her no comfort. It made her feel ill.

Whatever he was,
they had no right to take his life and yet after what they’d done to him they
would have no choice.  She had not been comfortable about the capture to
begin with, even though she’d known he wasn’t really human, but in the back of
her mind she had always considered that at the worst it was only a life
interrupted.  They would study him, find out what they could, and then he
would be released.

Up until he’d
uttered that promise, she had willingly made herself believe that what they
were doing wasn’t really wrong.

As fearful as his
threat had made her though, it had made one thing clear.  They had
tortured him beyond endurance, turned him from dangerous to deadly.  More
specifically, that twisted bitch Freda had.

Worse, she was
well versed with scientific studies.  They might continue to hold him and
experiment on him for years.

And she’d become
part of the experiment.

It almost seemed
to her that he hated her worse than all the others.  She couldn’t
understand why he would, but the things he’d said seemed to indicate that he
did.

She had never
harmed him.  Except for taking his food to him, she had scarcely even been
around him up until Freda had hatched her brilliant plan to use her.

But maybe that
was all it had taken to make her his prime target?  She had succeeded in
stealing his seed when he had guarded it in spite of every other method of
torture Freda had been able to come up with.

There was only
one conclusion to draw from that.  For some reason, he was particularly
drawn to her, and it didn’t take a great leap to get to the root of his
hatred.  He felt betrayed by her.  He had let down his guard, and she
had betrayed him.

He had to know
she had been drugged just as he was.  Surely, he had enough reasoning
ability to see that she couldn’t have been willing if they’d had to drug her?

But apparently
not.

And they hadn’t
had to give her Formula 9 this time.

She felt vaguely
ill.  She had responded to him and she couldn’t even comfort herself that
it was the drugs anymore.  It revolted every feeling to realize that they
had forced her to couple with that creature until she’d become chemically
dependent on him, until she’d begun to crave the feel of his flesh pumping into
her.

She shuddered,
wrapping her arms around herself.

What was she
going to do?  She couldn’t escape.  The place was guarded like Fort
Knox, maybe even worse.  Even if she could manage to break out of her
quarters, she’d never escape the facility itself.

The alternative
was to give up and allow them to use her until they were through with their
little experiment--at which time they would probably kill her, too, if the
beast didn’t get tired of playing with her and take care of it for them.

He’d implied as
much when they’d thrown her in with them without dosing her with Formula 9
first.

Was that
it?  The fucking bitch, Freda, had wanted her to be completely aware of
what was happening?  She’d expected the beast to rend Erin limb from limb
when she’d given him the freedom to move about his cage freely?