"Are you certain this is the pairing that you want to use?" Vassenhilo looked at his small companion. She was setting up all of Quadrant 34 breeding pair-ups for the next season. Vassenhilo stood behind her as he watched her quickly, read through the selection details and paired them up. He leaned down closer, hovering his head just above hers to get a better look at the screen.
"I am positive." She continued working, focusing on what was in front of her face. Her mind ticked back to the male she had in her tower, wondering if he was settling into everything. She then sent a message to Vassenhilo's electronic pad. "That needs to be confirmed by you." the tall alien floated back to his desk, his bulbed fingers making splatting sounds as he typed along the specialised keyboards. Ruma stretched back, looking up at the ceiling, her mind buzzing as her thoughts jumbled together due to the lack of sleep. She remembered an illness that needed to be contained. "Did we get the containment sealed on Quadrant 38 last night?" Her memories scattered as she thought about what they had done the past twenty-four hours.
Vassenhilo turned from his desk, "Yes, we did; in fact, you handle the issue. Do you not remember helping implement the quarantine?" Ruma looked over the top of the monitor to her owner, and shook her head; usually her thoughts were picture perfect, but in her sleep deprived state, she had nothing coming to memory. "You need sleep, my pet" he said, seemingly unconcerned by her failing memory.
Ruma laid her head on the corner of the large computer. The chill of the metal mimicked that of a cold pillow against her head. Her eyes drooped as she started nuzzling her head side to side.
Vassenhilo wrote down some notes, before sliding his tendrils across the keyboard in front of him, sending a signal to the guards waiting outside the lab. He watched behind the reinforced stained glass pane that separates him from the test subjects as several of his men walked into Quadrant 34 to take the two selected specimens to the breeding chambers. The two inside struggled against the guards, in a vain attempt to resist, eliciting a sigh from Vasenhilo; It was going to be a long and slow process.
"Look at that; we have finished before the midpoint of this planet's second celestial body cycle." Vassenhilo said, shutting off his lab computer system.
Ruma made an unenthused whoo sound, then moved back to stretch and cracked the joints in her spine. She turned and started to trot off away from her handler.
"Ruma stop." the Soruvet ordered, "I know you are wanting to sleep, we are not done yet." Ruma halted in her tracks, flopping her head over to look at him. He waved her back towards him. He pointed at the small medical bed that often doubled as one of his experiment tables.
She huffed at him, walking past him. Ruma snorted to show her irritation, followed by a lowly growl and grumbles, the closest thing to actual speech she could manage without hurting her destroyed vocal cords.
"We have your check-ins to do. Do not act like you do not know that." The tall alien seemed to float by Ruma. "You had just finished a cycle, without a partner, might I add." he vocalised the last part with a hint of annoyance.
Ruma just snorted. Until recently, there was only one man on this rock she wanted to let touch her, and only one she would even think about letting have her during her heat. "Unless they hold me down, I am only laying with a select few during my cycle."
Vassenhilo blinked, "Such a spoiled thing you are, there was a time when you would barely look in my direction" he pointed to where he needed her to move on the table to make his job easier.
The lab was simple, but made with the highest quality technology Vassenhilo's black market contacts could get their hands on.
Ruma trotted up to the silver table and lay down; the cold metal made her skin prickle. She heard the sounds of Vassenhilo clicking at the computer station. Soon, the low hum of the tech coming to life caused the air to buzz with electricity.
A large arm unhooked from under the table moved swiftly up to her head and slowly moved down as it thoroughly scanned her body. After it beeped twice, the arm retracted; another was pulled up before it was entirely away, sticking a needle in her arm.
Her arm flinched at the sudden assault, but she allowed it to continue pulling blood from her. When it was done, she had lost a pint of blood. Ruma could feel her stomach twisting and turning in circles, while her head became too light.
"Do not forget to get something to eat after this. I do not need you fainting again. Like you did last time."
After a barrage of tests, and several more machines passed over and through her, she was finally done. All in all it had taken two hours for Vassenhilo to be satisfied, however the worst was yet to come.
Ruma sighed and began to mentally prepare herself for what was to come, , but she did what was expected of her. This next one was focused on keeping her in top condition to continue being an easy breeder. The process was invasive and caused her to feel sick everytime. She flipped over to her stomach and pushed up onto her arms and legs. Another arm came up, and she pushed her rear against it.
It began to buzz, the sensation travelling across her thighs, and up into her crotch. After a moment, the machine beeped and she could feel the familiar, but unwelcome touch of a long cold metal rod, sliding out of the arm and underneath her loincloth, before unceremoniously shoving its length inside of her.
The rod pushed her walls open as the cold chilled her to the core. The metal started to vibrate at a frequency that helped her produce her natural lubrication. Before it began to move back and forth. She could feel a second smaller rod poke out the side. It rapidly pressed and pushed into the walls of her insides while proceeding in circles.
She grunted and tried to stomp her foot back, which didn't help her as Vassenhilo sternly reminded her what would happen if she didn't remain still.
Ruma's body started to shake at the onslaught of the assault caused by this process. From the extreme amount of blood lost earlier to her actively and quickly losing any remaining fluids in her body.
She grunted and dropped her head to the table as it continued gradually increasing. The smaller rod kept jabbing into her insides; she whimpered in pain, wanting to be left alone. Her energy quickly left her until she was limp against the machine.
A gooey substance was coated deep in her womb before the rod retracted. She curled in on herself sleepily, trying to fight to stay awake.
"Seems like everything is in order; nothing new has arisen." The alien moved around her, looking down.
"I supposed I'll send the bear beast to come retrieve you. I'll see you in the morning." He left the room, leaving her passing out alone on the cold table.
--Edited
YOU ARE READING
Selective Breeding | EDITING
Random*The 1st Draft is completely finished! Now I am working on editing the next draft. It'll be posted on my wall what chapters are editing. As well as at the bottom, it'll say has been edited.* Alien abduction, human experiments. This Adult Sci-fi has...
