Exactly one week later
Claire was again seated in what she now knew as the waiting room. With her were
the men and Anne. She was dressed in a white short dress that would have looked
appropriate on a teenage virgin but knew better than to complain. Complaints
brought pain, and she had had enough of that. Anne held a syringe in front of
her. "A dog can't ordinarily get a woman pregnant as you know Claire. But
with this stuff," she paused long enough to make sure that Claire was
focussed on the syringe which contained a bright yellow liquid, "anything
can get anyone pregnant." Claire
stared first at the syringe and then at Anne and slowly started to shake her
head from side to side. Would you like to have puppies Claire? Again Anne waved
the syringe. Claire shook her head numbly and then managed to find her voice.
"No, its . . . its impossible....it's .... "
Claire's voice feel away when she realised that Anne was perfectly serious. She
shuffled
forwards nervously to the front of her seat as if ready to make a run for it
but the two men moved in closer and she sank back again in extreme and obvious
panic. "If it's impossible...then this cant hurt you, can it Claire?"
"No. You wouldn't...you couldn't...for God's sake...you're a woman
too...don't you feel any pity..." Claire glanced around her ring of
captors in a plea for help, but saw instead faces distorted by lust. The two
men held Claire's shoulders and upper arms whilst Anne took off the blue needle
cover, held the syringe upright and squirted a small jet of the yellow
iridescent liquid into the air. She eyed Claire and was satisfied to see that
her frightened eyes were locked on the syringe, and laid the needle gently but
firmly along the inner side of Claire's outstretched left arm. Instinctively
Claire struggled but one of the men held her arm even more rigidly and Anne
insinuated the needle tip into a vein. Claire winced but didn't take her eyes
off he needle as it disappeared into her vein. The
yellow liquid was slowly expelled into her bloodstream and only then did the
men release their grip on her. Claire rubbed at the injection site and looked
up at Anne who was
smiling confidently. "No . . . it won't . . . work . . .it
won't. Oh please, for God's sake say
it won't work? Please...oh please." Claire looked desperately at each of
them in turn for
agreement but she was regarded without compassion. Slowly, as if going into
shock, her entire body began to shake. "Please . . . don't . . . don't
make me ..." she started to beg
hysterically, "please don't get me pregnant ...
not with ... not with ...oh God NO!" "Don't
make you pregnant with a dog?" Anne responded hatefully, "why Claire, a dog can't get a woman pregnant. You said so yourself so why be so concerned? Or perhaps you've changed
your mind about that?" From behind Grant stroked lasciviously at Claire's
shoulder. "How many could she have?" He asked without looking away
from Claire's heaving chest: her breasts were almost spilling from the top of
the low-cut bodice. "A whole human belly full, I would guess." Anne sniggered,
"six, maybe eight, or even ten?" Claire's gaze flashed from one
captor to the other.
Finally it rested upon Anne and tears started to stream from her terror-filled
eyes.. "No,
please Anne," Claire blurted out, "Ill do
anything you ask, anything, but don't do this to me.
Please, I beg of you?" Anne pursed her lips as if considering the matter.
"You'd allow us to torture your tits with electricity Claire, would you
offer that?"
