When Hailey’s eyes blinked open after what seemed like at least a few hours, she noticed several things right away. First off, she was no longer in her prison cell. She was in a spotless white room and was lying on a padded, exquisitely comfortable floor. The room had zero furniture of any kind, and stranger still, it was fully illuminated without any visible light sources. For a moment she wondered where in the hell she could be, but then realization dawned on her. The agent must have told her story to the aliens, and they had taken custody of her.
Is that good or bad?
It was a fair question. She felt reasonably confident that her chances of going to jail for petty theft had gone down significantly, but her chances of being held captive at Area 51 for the rest of her life had probably jumped dramatically. In fact, as she thought about it more, she began to seriously reconsider the wisdom of playing the get-out-of-jail-by-telling-them-about-the-aliens card. Nothing about this room made it seem likely that she was going to Pass Go or collect $200.
What it did look like was that she was going to be a captive here for a while at least, because as she had just now realized, the room didn’t even have a fucking door.
That concern was rendered moot moments later, when the same large, handsome asshole who had started this whole debacle suddenly appeared out of thin air and began to speak in his patronizing yet somehow still sexy tone.
“Hello, Hailey. As you can see, you’re no longer in the county lockup. You’re welcome.”
“Yeah, thanks for nothing, fuckface. Where am I now, your planet?”
She’d said it sarcastically, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that, for all she knew, she probably was on his planet.
He smiled a smile that wasn’t condescending, but wasn’t not condescending, either. “No, little one. You’re still on Earth.”
“So… where then?”
“If I was to call it a top-secret government facility that wouldn’t be entirely correct, but it would probably be the best way to explain it to you. Leaving that aside for the moment, are you aware that I tried to wipe your memories and was unsuccessful?”
“No. Why would you try to wipe my memories, asshole?”
“Well for one, if the memory wipe had been successful, I would have been able to delay my return to collect you by at least another week, and that would have given me the opportunity to complete my analysis of our previous encounter in a less hurried fashion.”
“You never even told me your name,” Hailey said. She was instantly embarrassed by how pouty that sounded.
“My name is Soren Virex. But you may call me ‘Doctor’ for the time being.”
“How about I call you sh—”
Apparently tiring of her comebacks, he waved a hand, and she felt her lips lock together tightly.
“And as a bonus, wiping your memory probably would have kept you from spending a night in a jail cell,” he finished as if nothing had just happened.
Soren gestured again, and Hailey’s lips came unglued. She considered starting a new tirade but opted to just glare at him instead.
“The memory wipe failed because your Korrathian DNA is starting to activate.”
“My what?”
Soren ignored her question. “I’ll need to examine you more thoroughly than I did during our first encounter. Let’s go ahead and stand you up,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken.
Hailey suddenly found herself being manipulated like a puppet, her body moving without her permission and in defiance of gravity. When it was over, she was floating an inch or two off the floor in an upright position in the center of the room with her hands at her sides and her legs slightly parted.
“Hey!”
Her clothes dissolved. They weren’t ripped away or pulled off, they were just gone, as if they’d never existed. One second she was fully clothed, the next she stood completely naked.
“What the fuck!”
“I need to see you properly,” Soren replied unapologetically as he circled her slowly, hands clasped behind his back. “Try to relax. There’s no need for this to be unpleasant.”
“Unpleasant? You think I give a shit about unpleasant right now?” Hailey tried to move her arms to cover herself, but they remained locked at her sides. Her legs refused to close. She stood there, utterly exposed and unable to do anything about it. “Let me go, you psychotic piece of—”
Her jaw snapped shut mid-sentence.
“Better.” Soren moved closer, his gaze traveling over her body with clinical detachment.
She wanted to scream, to kick, to resist in any way really, but she was helpless to do anything but stand there like a mannequin while he examined every inch of her naked form.
“The changes have already begun.” He said, reaching out and letting his fingers hover near her collarbone without quite touching her skin. “Your cellular structure is shifting. Can you feel it?”
Hailey wanted to tell him she couldn’t feel shit except rage—her growing arousal needn’t be mentioned although he could probably see it—but her lips were still involuntarily locked.
“Let’s see the rest of you.”
Her body rotated, smooth and controlled. She felt like a puppet, strings pulled by invisible hands. The helplessness burned even hotter than the embarrassment of being bared to his gaze.
When she was facing him again, Soren’s expression had shifted. The clinical expression had been replaced, for a moment at least, by one that told her his cock was rock hard.
Before she could scold herself for how much she’d enjoyed the thought of him being painfully, throbbingly erect right now, she felt her legs part further, leaving her obscenely exposed.
“Hybrid DNA activation in a human female requires extreme sexual arousal of the kind that in almost all cases requires not just a single sexual experience with a Korrathian male, but rather an escalating series of them, each more intense than the last. Your recent orgasms over my knee served as merely the first of those experiences for you.”
Hailey’s stomach dropped. “What the hell do you mean by hybrid DNA?”
Soren paused, his expression unreadable. “For now, all you need to know is that your genetic code could provide the data necessary to develop a cure for a deadly illness.”
Frustration with this vague answer burned through her embarrassment. “You can’t just tell me I’m part alien and then brush it off like—”
“I can, actually.” His tone held that infuriating patience that made her want to scream. “Your understanding is irrelevant to the process. What matters is continuing the activation.”
“By making me horny? That’s your big scientific plan?”
“Crude but more or less accurate. Your body has begun the transformation, but specific hormones and neurochemicals are required for the next phase of genetic expression to begin.”
Her face heated. “So what, you’re just going to touch me until I get wet? Is that it?”
“Eventually.” Soren’s fingers traced the air above her inner thigh, not quite touching. “First, I need to establish a baseline reading of your current arousal patterns.”
“I’m not aroused,” she snapped.
“Your elevated heart rate and dilated pupils suggest otherwise.” His hand moved higher, hovering near her exposed sex. “As does this soaking wet pussy.”
Hailey wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but his sudden shift from clinical to… not clinical… had both caught her off guard and deepened her blush. Despite the humiliation, she could feel her own wetness now dripping down her thighs and her clit throbbed almost painfully.
“Fuck you,” she whispered.
His only response was to move her into a new position. Over the next few seconds, she was rotated slowly backwards until she was flat on her back in midair, as if lying on a doctor’s exam table, after which her arms were stretched out above her head. Then, to her utter horror, she felt her knees lift to her chest and then part as widely as they could without causing discomfort.
Once absolutely everything was exposed to his view, Soren reached up and rested a hand gently on one of Hailey’s quivering breasts. He brushed his thumb over the rapidly stiffening nipple softly, then looked at her with a gaze that was almost possessive.
“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.
“Parts of it,” he replied simply. “But I think we both know those parts will only make you wetter.” And with those words, he pinched her nipple hard enough to earn a yelp… and another gush of arousal.
“I’m going to tease your body for a little while, Hailey. Then I’m going to make you come in a few different ways. This will give me the data I need to complete my assessment.”
“Are you going to fuck me afterwards?” she found herself blurting out.
Why the hell had that sounded hopeful?
“Would you like me to fuck you afterwards, Hailey?”
Embarrassed and irritated by her previous way-sluttier-than-intended question, Hailey snapped back, “What I’d like you to go fuck is yourself.”
“I’m going to especially enjoy it when it’s time to fuck this tight little hole,” he said, apparently by way of reply. His words were followed by his finger roving over her exposed anus.
Goddamn him.
Partly to change the subject and partly out of curiosity, Hailey summoned the courage to ask, “I thought you said you were going to measure my responses. I don’t see any instruments.”
“This whole room is the instrument, Hailey. Every detail of every one of your body’s reactions is being measured at every moment. Perhaps if you’re a good girl, I’ll show you some of the data later.”
No sentence with the word data in it had ever made her pussy clench before, but that one did.
Straightening up, he switched to his clinical tone again. “We’ll start with this,” he said, brushing his thumb over her mouth, “And finish with this,” he ran his fingers down her body slowly until he was trailing them over her quivering labia.
She wondered for a second what he had in mind for her lips when she suddenly felt them begin to tingle intensely, as if they were almost begging him to crush his own lips against them.
“You’ve never been kissed properly, have you Hailey?” he asked.
His question made Hailey defensive for some reason, and she responded quickly with, “Of course I have. I had my first kiss when I was fourteen.” But her sharp tone didn’t seem to faze him.
Instead, he merely leaned down, brushed his lips over hers and said, “I didn’t say you’d never been kissed. I said you’ve never been kissed properly.”
Before Hailey could formulate a retort, his mouth claimed hers with an intensity that obliterated every half-assed make-out session she’d ever experienced. This wasn’t the fumbling, tentative pressure of teenage boys or the sloppy enthusiasm of drunk college students. Soren kissed like he owned her mouth, like he’d invented kissing and was demonstrating the correct technique.
His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring with confidence. When she tried to respond, to participate, he bit her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp.
“This is what a real kiss feels like.”
She remained frozen while he devoured her mouth, his tongue stroking against hers in a rhythm that made her core clench with need. He controlled everything—the angle, the pressure, the pace. Heat flooded through her suspended body. The tingling in her lips had intensified into something borderline painful, every nerve ending hyperaware of his mouth on hers. When he finally pulled back, she was practically panting.
“Your readings spiked,” he observed, his voice detached despite the obvious bulge straining against his pants. “Interesting. The lip stimulation amplifies arousal by more than forty percent.”
“Go to hell,” Hailey breathed, though the words lacked conviction. Her pussy throbbed, empty and desperate.
“Note the continued verbal resistance despite physiological surrender.” He spoke as if dictating notes to an invisible recorder. “Subject’s vaginal lubrication has increased significantly.”
Humiliation burned through her at his narration of her body’s betrayal.
Then she felt it.
An insistent pressure against her entrance. She craned her neck as much as she could and looked down to see his magnificent cock poised to drive deep into her sopping pussy. Somehow it appeared even larger than she remembered from their first encounter.
“What are you—” The question dissolved into a shocked cry as he thrust into her roughly, his cock thick and unyielding, stretching her open without warning or preparation.
He withdrew slightly, then thrust deeper. Hailey’s back would have arched if she’d been capable of movement, but she remained immobile. She could only take it, suspended and helpless while he violated her.
“Please,” she gasped, though whether she was begging him to stop or continue even she didn’t know.
“Heart rate elevated. Respiration increased. Vaginal walls contracting hard. You’re clearly enjoying this.”
“Fuck you!”
He merely slammed into her harder and faster. The rhythm became punishing, each thrust hitting that special spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Her pussy clenched around the pressure, slick sounds filling the sterile room as he pounded into her.
“Increased aggression correlates with higher arousal,” Soren noted. “Your verbal defiance appears to be a coping mechanism for processing your sexual needs.”
He wasn’t wrong, which only made it worse.
Suddenly, she felt his cock inside her simply… change shape? It grew thicker, the angle shifting to grind against her clit with each brutal thrust. Hailey’s vision blurred. Too much. It was too much and she was going to…
“Subject approaching orgasm,” Soren observed. “Pelvic floor contractions increasing in frequency and intensity. Shall we see what happens when I stimulate multiple erogenous zones simultaneously?”
Before she could process his words, that tingling sensation from her lips spread throughout her body. Her nipples, her clit, the sensitive spot behind her ear—everything lit up at once. His shape-shifting cock still fucked her relentlessly while pleasure assaulted her from every direction.
“No, no, I can’t—” Her protests dissolved into incoherent sounds as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down, pulsing violently around the unforgiving pressure as Soren’s cock continued to swell to impossible size inside her.
Hailey gasped as another orgasm racked her body. The pleasure felt relentless, battering her senses as if determined to rewrite her very being. Just as the waves of heat began to recede, they surged again, cresting higher and stealing her breath. She shattered, her hips quaking.
“Second peak achieved. Intensity increasing.” She barely registered his voice, lost in the swell of sensation. Her thighs quivered, helpless and vulnerable, and her consciousness melted into fragmented ecstasy.
His cock adjusted itself again, widening, and then she could sense it seemingly begin to vibrate. Hailey screamed incoherently as yet another climax brought her to the edge of unconsciousness. Wave after devastating wave pummeled her, erasing the outside world until her mind was adrift in blissful oblivion, spasms rolling through her like an electric current.
When his relentless thrusts finally ceased, she went limp. Barely registering Soren pulling out of her, Hailey floated on the edge of consciousness, completely and utterly spent.
“Intended sexual response achieved,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just orchestrated the most intense orgasmic experience of her life. “Subject will require rest now.”