The Creature in the Lab

Author's note: this chapter is from the POV of this story's villain, Dr. Hildebrandt, as she attempts to breed the alien creature with another human girl. For those looking for the monster-fucking, please see chapters 1 and 2!

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DR. HILDEBRANDT

The creature won't mate with anyone else but the girl, and it's becoming a problem.

The venom we extracted from it will prove to be invaluable in the development of Federation weapons. This--the creature's venom--is how we win at chemical warfare. It's how we keep conquering planets. It's how we become the ultimate power.

And those savage alien creatures, with their peanut-sized brains, have no idea what kind of power they hold. They're just wandering around their wasteland of a home planet like a bunch of imbeciles.

But because the Tbyor aliens are so difficult to capture, we have no choice but to breed the one we have.

Unfortunately, the creature we have in captivity seems to have formed a bond with the girl from the prisoner's ward--otherwise known as Subject 13. He's refusing to mate with anyone else. I've tossed three new girls into the chamber in the past week, and he's refused to go near them.

It's a problem.

I contemplate the situation as I walk from my private quarters on the space station to the lab. My footsteps quickly eat up the sleek, metal floors while guards and various workers quickly clamber out of my path. I don't have many friends here, but that's okay. I've got second-highest clearance on this station for a reason.

I arrive at my lab, and all conversation ceases.

Nobody greets me as I storm directly to the chamber.

I'm carrying a piece of equipment under my arm that's shaped like a mini, silver torpedo. It's a modified fleshlight, really. The breeding device was designed for horses, but it will work just fine for what I need to accomplish.

I press a code on the wall that prompts the chamber door to whirr open, and I step confidently inside, because there is no longer any danger of the creature committing violence.

He is now restrained--permanently.

It was quite the physical task, mind you. It took six of us just to pick him up off the ground. Now, he's suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the chamber by very powerful robotic arms. His four limbs are spread into an X shape to prevent him from attempting to escape, his wrists and ankles encased in metal cylinders. We had to put a muzzle on him too, of course.

But that's what he gets for killing five of my scientists.

"Hello, beast," I greet him.

He growls at me.

Are they capable of rational thought? It's one of the things I hope to learn from him over the course of our time together. The way he's looking at me--as if he knows exactly who I am and what I've done to him--suggests he's smarter than I give his species credit for.

Anyway. Onto today's task.

This morning, I collected arousal fluid from Subject 13.

There was a reason for this. I need the creature's seed to make more of him, and we can't extract it from him when he's unconscious. That means he has to be willing--and I know he'll need a bit of encouragement.

That's where the girl's fluids come in.

With a gloved hand, I uncork the vial of fluid I collected from Subject 13 after forcing an orgasm out of her. As soon as the scent of the girl hits his nostrils, the creature reacts. He thrashes against his metal shackles, sniffing wildly, trying to locate his mate.

I pour the thick, pungent liquid directly into the cylindrical opening of the breeding device and smear it all around with my hand. I want to make sure it covers every surface of the fleshy, life-like interior. I need the creature to think he's fucking his mate. It's the only way he'll fuck anything, it seems.

Once the device is fully lubricated, I turn my attention to my captive.

I kneel down and examine the alien's flaccid cock. Even in its lazy state it's quite impressive. God, it's truly massive. Nearly twelve inches long and wrapped in bulging, green veins, it's the largest reproductive organ I've seen on any of our captives. It's a wonder Subject 13 was able to take it all. I really wasn't sure she was going to come out alive that first time.

But she surprised me. Subject 13 performed exquisitely. She took this massive cock and those two tails like a champ, and now we've got a baby Tbyor on the way.

Carefully, with my gloved hand, I gently lift the creature's penis.

It's heavy in my grip. He doesn't like me touching him, which is unfair, because I'm a doctor and I'm being very professional about it. I give his cock a slight tug, like an owner yanking on a dog's leash, and he growls louder.

I point his cock towards the entrance of the breeding device. I let his tip make contact with the opening--with his mate's secretions.

Just as I hoped would happen, his cock begins to harden.

"There you go," I encourage, sliding his rapidly hardening cock into the device. I take the device with both hands and carefully fit it around the alien's member nice and snug.

His cock is now fully enclosed, and the device seals tight around him. A groan sounds from deep in the alien's chest.

I've got him right where I want him.

The machine begins to suck.

I continue to hold it, smiling when he begins to thrust into the fake vaginal tunnel. The metal shackles clenched tight around his arms and legs strain with the movement, but I know they'll hold. They're designed to hold monsters much larger than him.

He continues to fuck the breeding device while I hold it--essentially holding his cock for him.

After a few moments, the alien grunts loudly, and releases his seed into the device.

The device unlocks, and the alien's cock slips out. I peek inside the cylinder and am pleased to see that it's filled with thick, frothy alien cum.

"Great job," I say to him, unable to keep the condescending tone from my voice or the smile from my face. With his seed secured in my grasp, I can inseminate whoever I want to. I can make as many little Tbyors as I need. And the Federation will have an endless supply of venom.

I stand and face the most valuable lifeform in my possession. My eyes dip to his deflated cock, still leaking seed from the tip. I reach down and give his cockhead a little pinch, just because I can.

He looks at me with murder in his eyes.

"Pleasure doing business with you, beast."

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Now that I've got the creature's seed, I can proceed with insemination of a new test subject while Subject 13 carries her pregnancy to term. There's no time like the present, after all.

There's a girl already waiting in the insemination room. Subject 17.

The girl is simply perfect. At five feet tall, she barely clears my shoulder. Wisps of red hair curl at the nape of her pale neck, trimmed short upon her arrival to the prisoner's ward. The smattering of freckles across her cheeks is almost endearing. She's got a little button nose that makes her look younger than she is.

And best of all--she's ovulating.

She looks positively terrified to be in this room alone with me. She's completely naked, of course, her arms crossed over her tiny breasts in an attempt at modesty. Silly girl.

The nurses have already prepped her, which explains why she's pressing her thighs together like that--to prevent the lube from leaking out.

She finally works up the courage to speak.

"Do you know why I'm here?" she asks, teeth sinking into her lower lip.

I give her my best smile. I've been told it comes across as a bit forced. Bedside mannar is not my strong suit.

"You're here to be of service to the Federation," I tell her.

A crease forms between her eyebrows. "What are you going to do to me?"

"What have you heard?" I prod.

"There's rumors about... about girls being forced to mate with monsters." A shudder ripples through her.

I wave a hand to dismiss her concerns. "We've moved on from that phase. What we've got planned for you is a lot more streamlined. You'll simply have to lay on a table while I inseminate you."

"Oh," she says, breathing a sigh of relief. "Inseminate me with what?"

I use my thumb and pointer finger to pinch her right cheek. "You don't need to concern yourself with that, sweet girl."

She nods. "I won't have to go back to the cell, right?"

And that's another reason why Subject 17 is perfect--she'll do anything to avoid going back to her cell.

"If you do what's asked of you, you'll never see the inside of a prison cell again," I promise--lying through my teeth.

The breeding table in the center of the room awaits us. It's a flat, metal table like one would find at a veterinarian's office, only this one has a padded, raised block in the middle to keep her hips elevated.

"Go on, climb aboard."

She does, albeit awkwardly.

She settles, face down and hips raised, and I've got an unobstructed view of her shaved and vulnerable undercarriage. Delicate, pink folds peek out from between her pale ass cheeks.

"I won't have to tie you down as long as you cooperate. Okay?" I let the threat linger in the air between us. I want her to know that this can always be worse for her.

"Okay," she agrees hesitantly.

"Just relax," I tell the girl, giving her bare rump a pat. "This will feel good. You want to feel good, don't you?"

"Y-yes," she mutters, clearly nervous.

I bring over the machine, which is essentially a robot arm with a dildo attached to it. A dildo, I might add, that is now loaded with the alien's fresh seed. I bring it towards the table and point it directly at the girl's breeding hole, ripe for the taking.

This is going to be fun.

I spread her dewy pink pussy lips with one gloved hand and drive the dildo into her with another.

"Oh!" she squeals.

"Easy now," I tell her. "I need you to take the whole thing for me."

I gently slide the mechanical dildo all the way into the girl. She yelps as the fake cock settles against her womb.

"I'm going to turn it on now, alright?" I say, giving her a warning.

"O-okay."

The machine turns on.

I watch, fascinated, as the metal cock pulls out and immediately plunges back in.

Subject 17 takes it well.

The pace of the machine begins slow and deliberate, on par with the pace of a gentle, but firm, human lover. Subject 17 begins to moan softly, and I am not surprised. Our nurses are instructed to give the girls just enough stimulation to make them want more. She enjoys the feeling of being stretched just like I knew she would--I can always tell the whores apart from the others. The size of the breeding device--ten inches--isn't necessary to the insemination, but it was my idea to increase the size. Subject 17's tight pussy grips the dildo every time it slides out.

I press a button on a remote, and the section of the table that's supporting the girl's hips begins to vibrate.

"Oh!" she cries.

"Just relax," I soothe her.

I peek around the front of the table to get a glimpse at the girl's face. Cheeks flushed. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Little gasps slipping from between her plump lips.

I enjoy knowing that they're under my command. That I can do whatever I want to them, and they have to take it. For these reasons, the breeding program is my favorite of them all.

The dildo picks up speed, and Subject 17 is falling apart right before my eyes. Her tiny body twitches with need, desperately seeking release.

I stroke a hand through her hair. "Go ahead and come for me, girl," I command.

Not a half of a second later, Subject 17 convulses as the orgasm racks her body.

At the same time, the robotic cock releases a torrent of seed into the girl's grasping, spasming tunnel.

She sighs as the fluid drains into her.

"Thaaaaat's it," I tell her. "Great job. You're doing so perfectly." She squeezes out a few post-orgasmic contractions, and I'm hopeful the alien seed found purchase. The table keeps her hips tilted up to prevent anything from leaking out.

Subject 17 sags against the table, but only for a moment.

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head as the robot begins to thrust again. She was clearly expecting to be done after one round.

"How long do I have to...?"

I give her a pat on the head. "You'll need to come at least twice more for me, sweet girl. I want to give the seed a chance to reach your womb."

I stay right next to the table and watch.

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A week later, one of my blithering assistants knocks hesitantly on the door to my office to deliver the news.

"What?" I demand.

He peeks his head into the office, lips drawn down into a frown, and that's how I know it's bad news.

"We tested Subject 17... she is not with child."

My teeth grind together.

"We'll try again," I say confidently, like I've got everything under control.

But beneath my desk, my fists are clenched so hard that my fingernails draw blood.