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Subject 13 (Don Voltonus/EvaRose)

"And if I were to die then you'd be able to snatch up another like me anyway? Humans aren't exactly scarce after all, well, not on Earth anyway." She took the robe from him and slipped it on her shoulders, wondering if there were others like her being made to do these things. There was no way she could be the only one, right? She pulled the robe over her, getting a bit tired of doing that by now but not saying anything. It wasn't like she was going to keep it on it front of other...things anyway.
 
He led her calmly to a room with a small bed, having her lie back for a moment, just as something stirred in her womb. "Ahh, it's coming now." Something pushed through her cervix, swelling up and stretching her inner walls. It grew longer and thinner, forcing the front down her passage, swelling again as it pulled it's back end in.
 
If it wasn't for the liquid she was just soaking in then she would have been screaming in pain. All she had to do though was grit her teeth and bare with it, closing her eyes tightly as her cervix was stretching by the thing inside of her. Here she was thinking she'd be cut open and the thing pulled out before it decided to be born and pop out on its own. No, that wasn't about to happen though, and she would have to live with it. Strangely enough though, her teeth stopped gritting and her cheeks flushed a light shade of red as a soft moan escaped 13. After the last few incidents, her mind was starting to connect pain and pleasure in a way that was strange for her.
 
The creature continued, until she could feel it slip out of her, Donovan holding up a large, slimy creature, not dissimmilar from a large brown maggot. "Very nice, quite healthy too." A girl who looked human walked to him, taking the massive larva into another room of the lab. "Only one for that species...the one in your heart needs more time."
 
She felt sick when she saw the thing too. Her hand covered her mouth in a effort to keep something in but nothing would rise up of course because she hadn't eaten for some time. After a few deep breaths she was calmed down and looking up at Donovan. "So the one in my...heart? I-It's in my heart?! How the-?! Why-?" She couldn't finish any of her questions and instead her fingers rubbed her eyes in frustration. "What else am I doing today?" She asked, knowing he had to have her doing something else. 13 didn't expect him to give her a "natural weapon" like he said he would.
 
"The first beast implanted it directly into you." He offered a hand to help her up. "You're going to pick out that natural weapon. Nothing you could actually use against me of course, but a defense for yourself." He chuckled.
 
"You'd probably kill me if I tried to hurt you," she said softly. "But I am making money for you scientist too I guess, so that's a tough call." She took his hand for once, deciding she might as well go with it instead of being her usual bitchy self. How could anyone blame her when she was thrust into this life? When she remembered what he did to her though her hand quickly moved out of his even before her feet touched the floor. In a way, she would rather of had her virginity taken by an incompetent beast.
 
"At the very least I'd have you declawed." He chuckled, leading her back to the operating table. "Any idea what you'd like?" He asked, having her lay back. "Whatever you can think up, the worst you'll get is a no." He smirked, knowing it would be best to let her decide.
 
"So, I can get whatever I want?" She sat up a bit though, looking a bit eager now that her mind was at work. "How about actually claws? That retract like a cat's, for both my hands and toes?" She remembered what happened with the lizard man of course, and having claws on her feet definitely would've helped in that situation. 13 realized that she was being too eager about this and quickly laid back down on the table. It wasn't her favorite place to be by then, memories of her first death were soon flooding back to her.
 
"Fingers I can do...toes, I'll have to brew up something special if you don't want paws for feet." He chuckled, hunting around and digging up a bottle. "This may hurt, more in your head than your fingers. It's basically going to burn new muscle information into your brain, like a computer taking on a printer driver." He filled a needle with the greyish liquid. "Without this, you'd need to learn from scratch how to use them." He injected it into her neck, spreading a throbbing pain in her head. He moved to retrieve another vial, injecting black fluid under each fingernail. Her hands grew numb, and he covered them with a sheet. "You really don't want to watch this."

The pain subsided, and he helped her sit up, her fingertips and nails tinted slightly back. "Now just concentrate..." The flesh of her fingers shifted forward, forming sharp looking black tips at will. "Not quite cat claws, but this lets you keep your own fingernails."
 
"In a strange way, they look "stylish" too," she said softly. She looked at her nails and winced as she drew them back so they looked back like ordinary fingernails again. She just hoped that if she did has to use them then her fingernails wouldn't break easily. 13 sighed softly as she laid back on the table, wondering how long she had been there for by then. There was no way for her to keep track of time in there. What were her parents and friends doing? Were they all searching for her while she was used by aliens to make money? "While you're brewing up that thing for me, can I possibly sleep? I can't remember the last time I slept not being in liquid."
 
"I'll have to order some things to make it work, it will be awhile before I can give you more claws. Sleep I can do." He chuckled, helping her stand, leading her to a simple bedroom, with a surprisingly soft bed. "Do you need something to help you sleep?" He hissed.
 
"Peace and quiet would do. I would say that you can help me but You've been so mean to me, there's no way I could do that." She yawned and stretched her arms a bit, teasing him a bit and thinking nothing of it. She went to the bed and laid down on it, closing her eyes as starting to relax. Even if they were using her to breed with strange aliens, they knew how pamper someone at the same time.
 
Her dreams would disturb her, violence and bloodshed, both recieving and dealing death. She would likely wake in a cold sweat. Oddly enough her pussy would be wet from the twisted dreams, a large patch of the bed very well soaked with her juices.
 
She woke up a bit sooner than she wanted to, which was never actually. She felt the wet patch and screamed before jumping up, thinking it was blood for a moment until her head cleared and she saw that it wasn't staining anything red. "Damnit, I bet they're all sadistic freaks, just watching me on a monitor," she muttered to herself. her dreams came back to her before she pushed them to the far reaches of her mind, deciding to say that whatever was injected into her before affected her dreams.
 
The door opened, and Donovan entered. "Are you alright? You screamed." He seemed genuinely worried, though whether about her or his investment, one couldn't be sure. "You look fine...so how about we get to work?" He asked calmly, as if it were a perfectly normal conversational transition.
 
"Oh wow, you're so concerned about the precious fuckin' larva growing in my heart! And no, I don't want to work." She laid back down on the bed with a huff, annoyed about all of this and wanting to be stubborn again. 13 was more confused than ever after those dreams she had. Her eyes were closed tightly and she dug her newly sharp nails into the bed.
 
"My dear, it would be a great loss if anything happened to you." He smiled. "Your genes are one in a billion, perfect for the work I do here. And I wasn't asking if you want to work...I was asking are you going to? I can persuade you if you don't want to."
 
"Then persuade me, professor, because I really don't want to." She sighed softly and closed her eyes, unable to fall asleep again though she could still relax on the soft bed. It felt better to move now that the larva that had been growing in her womb was now gone, there was no enlarged belly in her way with a precious thing that couldn't be harmed lest she wanted to be fucked by that first...second alien again.
 
"But you do want to kill again, don't you?" He hissed, his voice seeming to echo in her head. "Your staining of the bed shows that much. Every girl I use has the same dreams...most fear them...you grew wetter than even. You want to test those claws, I can see it."
 
She shook her head quickly and sat up before getting off the bed. "You know what? Nevermind, I want to work. What do you want me to do next?" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, wishing truly then that she could kill him. Or at least rip out his tongue so he couldn't say anything more. And that thought itself sent a strange shiver down her spine and warmth to the area between her thighs.
 
He smirked. "There it is, the need. Sure, it's directed at me now, but that will fade with time." He chuckled, walking to the door and waiting for her. "I'll find you something to kill, and if you don't want to, simply don't." He grinned.
 
"I don't, so I won't," she snapped at him. "And you promised me claws for my feet." She was pouting a bit now, like a child that didn't get what they wanted for Christmas. She was anything but that though. She was a angry young woman who had some maggot pop out of how not too long ago and killed somebody. She wasn't the same person she was when they took her.
 
"As said, unless you want a set of paws or talons, I'll have to mix up something new for you. Now come along, we'll test that resolve of you." He chuckled.
 
"Then give me paws if you must," she said softly. "I don't want my feet to be shaped weird though, fur will be fine but I want the human shape. Okay?" She ignored his last statement of course, her owns claws starting to dig into her skin by then.
 
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