No feeling is final

Chapter 4: No feeling is final

After the eighth rape:

Ritsuko had been a strong, healthy woman at the peak of her sexuality. She felt drained and old. Used up. Her body swollen. The drugs the clone had injected no longer worked. She was barely conscious but couldn’t quite pass out. A massive injection of stimulants almost stopped her heart.

“You asked me why Doc-tor?”

What was left of Doctor Ritsuko Akagai no longer cared, but she retained enough of her self to want to delay the inevitable. And the clone was dying, it was obvious to her. She had killed enough of them during her experiments to know the signs.

The clone and Shinji smiled. They knew what she was thinking.

“You used to come into our tank when you were pregnant, we knew before you did.”

Ritsuko’s eyes went wide. She thought she was immune to any more shocks. She was so wrong.

“We felt that life within you. It was so sweet and light. We sang to it and it heard us. It was different from us. It had soul, essence. We worshipped it.”

“No, no, no. Shut up!” Ritsuko panted, she didn’t want to hear this.

“It couldn’t commune with us, not yet, it was too precious and new.”

“Stop-stop-stop” her teeth were chattering.

“And you killed it. You killed it. It grew inside you and you killed it. It sang to you, but you wouldn’t hear it. And you killed it. We heard it die. We saw it’s light go out.”

“We sang to her like she was our sister, she was something new and beautiful in our world.”

Shinji went over to the still unconscious Maya, rummaged around in her medical kit and came back with something in his hand.

“Oh no”, Ritsuko thought. It was a mouth prop, a bite block. They had used it on Shinji before a few times to keep him from biting down and injuring himself while in the breeding stage. He waved it front of Ritsuko’s face. “Open wide Doctor,” he taunted.

She clenched her jaw shut, so hard she actually broke a couple of teeth.

The clone brought the scalpel within a millimeter of her eye and waited. Then waved it back and forth. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

With a shudder, Ritsuko opened her mouth so Shinji could place the dental dam in place. There was no doubt in her mind what was going to happen next.

“A few loads down the gullet and you’ll be right as rain, right Doc-tor?” Shinji taunted.

The clone continued, “Only 17 more to go. That number has special significance to us.”

Shinji was kneeling astride her now, resting his cock on her face, wiping it across her cheeks, her lips, teasing her open mouth. She could taste it, taste his cum and her own juices. She hated oral. She sometimes did it for Gendo, between meetings. He never asked, just pushed her to the floor and opened his zipper or dropped his pants. It was never a good experience; he at least didn’t force her to swallow. She knew without asking that she wasn’t going to be given a choice this time.

“In we go,” Shinji said and hell began again. He pinched her nose shut, cutting off her air, allowing her to breathe only between his thrusts. His swollen balls rested upon her chin. She wondered if this was how she was going to die… and if she cared anymore.

“You have killed 17 of us. 16 of my sisters and your daugh-ter. By your own hand.” The clone was unable to remain upright anymore, it stumbled towards the wall and crumbled as if its puppet strings were slowly being cut.

“When you told him, he was the fa-ther… he ordered you to get rid of it. You hesitated, but only for a moment. Then you did as you were ordered.”

“Did that please you? Did it please him? No. He continued to look at you as a flawed creature. Unworthy of him. What did you gain Doc-tor, from all those deaths? What have you learned, Doc-tor? My sisters don’t care if we die because our communion goes on. But you have soul, you have essence. Your daughter did too. You wasted it. For what?”

Shinji, or the clone speaking through him, continued. “I’m here to remind you that what you do to living things should have consequences.

Five, ten deep strokes, Shinji grabbed her head, forcing his cock as deep as he could inside her mouth. She was gagging now, no air. No air! NO AIR. He trembled as his load sprayed fast and warm down her throat. NO AIR! Choking! He pulled out them slammed back in for another load. Death. She was going to die and knew it. He pulled out. She tried to breathe but his spew prevented her. She wanted to vomit up his cum, but couldn’t. A couple of coughs and she finally managed to swallow everything. It was foul, due to the drugs she had injected Shinji with to increase his breeding potential.

Her eyes were red, she had no more tears.

Shinji raped her mouth again; it went easier this time. He allowed her to breathe as long she swallowed his cum, put up no resistance. He did it again, she tried to vomit. He began squeezing her throat. She swallowed until she was under control again.

He raped her mouth, her throat again.

And again.

And suddenly rolled off of her. His breathing was labored, shallow.

The Doctor finally vomited great quantities of cum, her distended belly visibly shrunk.

The clone laughed, “I guess Shinji and I still owe you a few…  how many more, five? Eh, Doctor?” And winked it’s one undamaged eye. "Guess... write an IOU."

It was dead.

The Doctor crawled to a locker. She couldn’t allow anyone to see what had happened here.