No feeling is final

Chapter 3: Just keep going

Shinji knelt by the paralyzed Doctor, the smell of blood and cum, sweat and shit made her want to gag. “Is Shinji still in there?” she wondered.

“Oh, he’s still there. And he’s fine. He’s asleep just now. Leave a message and I’ll be sure he gets it… afterwards, Doc-tor. Afterwards”

Shinji began caressing her leg.

“Why are you doing this?” The Doctor asked between clenched teeth.

“Why do you, Doc-tor?” The clone speaking through Shinji asked. “Why do you do… what you do? You believe life has no meaning, so anything you do is justified, right?

“My sisters and I were happy. We sing. We commune.”

Ritsuko shook her head, or tried to. “Not possible, you have no minds, no souls.”

The clone and Shinji laughed the laugh of the damned. “We need no minds in the LCL, we are one, we share. We sing. You can’t hear us. But you took that away from me. You put your thoughts in me and changed me.”

“We don’t mind dying, we are just parts of a whole, a communion. But now, even back in the tanks, I am no longer part of our oneness. I am nothing. I can not share with my sisters.”

“I am you. Every dark part of your soul.” The clone began to move. It stood. “Doc-tor. How many times did you have Shinji fuck me last time?”

Ritsuko looked at them in horror. “I…I’m not sure, I…”

Shinji and the clone laughed. “You can’t lie to us, you’re right here with us,” tapping their foreheads. “Twenty-Two times he fucked me. Twenty-two, Doc-tor. In 4 hours,” they were slurring their words now. “That’s what we owe you.”

“Tell you what, we’ll count your ass rape as two. Fair enough?”

Shinji yanked her legs, pulling her flat, her head bounced on the lab floor. They stood over her. Shinji’s blood-stained erection pointing at her. A spike of terror.

The clone knelt by the helpless scientist; she held the scalpel that Shinji had found. She began to make movements with it. Passes in the air just inches from the terrorized woman. The Doctor recognized what the clone was doing. She had studied those motions, the passes, the exercises. They were surgical procedures. The clone was demonstrating Ritsuko’s own ability to amputate limbs from the living… or dissect a corpse.

She blanked out for a moment. Terror had seized her. She almost missed the first of the twenty rapes Shinji was going to perform.

Almost. Not quite.

In the drugged/hypnotized state he was not a gentle lover. He was a breeding machine. He performed as he’d been programmed to do by the woman stretched out in front of him.

But this wasn’t going to be a mindless fucking like had been done on the clone. Shinji had been unconscious most of the time. His body going through the motions. But now the clone had opened the boy’s subconscious. And a part of Shinji’s mind that never was supposed to be let lose was in charge. The part that mourned his mother and hated the one who manipulated the purity of his memory.

Yes, it was angry.

Instead of just dropping on her body and fucking her, he studied her. Stroking her belly, playing with her tits. Postponing the brutal fuck that to come. In her drugged state, her skin was hyper sensitive to his touch. The monster inside him liked her large breasts and nipples nearly the size and shape of tip of his little finger. He was going to pay special attention to those big udders.

The clone continued ‘air-dissecting’ the doctor’s limbs.

He pulled Ritsuko’s paralyzed legs apart, forcing her knees up to her chest. His balls, normally the size of walnuts had swollen up to grapefruits. They were still full of cum for the poor doctor.

Shinji and the clone shared a smile. “Time to get to work. For science!”

He punched her in the stomach, driving Ritsuko’s breath out. She vomited.

The Doctor’s nightmare kicked into high gear.

The clone continued to inject the Doctor with drugs. Stimulants to keep her awake, drugs to increase stimulation in her cunt and keep her painfully tight to give Shinji the workout he needed, before dumping his first artificially enhanced load of cum up her twat. Aphrodisiacs forced feelings on her that she never wanted. Orgasm & pain.

Her cunt wasn’t allowed to go numb. She felt every jackhammer thrust. Her legs chaffed and were rubbed raw. Shinji came. Two, three, four times. Five? Six? Ritsuko’s belly began to swell from the sheer mass of the cum being forced up inside her.

Slamming in and out of her as hard as he could, he loved the rictus of pain on her face.