Test Subject — Chapter no 6

Chapter 6

Door Number Two

It’s lucky that I don’t have to go far to get to my new apartment, because I can barely walk or think.

When the door closes behind me, it’s dead silent. And I’m in awe.

I walk around, giving myself a tour of the various rooms; I bet it’s ten times bigger than my former apartment. The bedroom alone is bigger than the entirety of my old place.

I see a pile of boxes and bags. Each one is neatly labeled in black marker, words like “Kitchen cabinet 1,” “Bedside drawer,” “Hall closet.”

This is everything I own.

I don’t have the energy to comprehend how they did that already. I just need to lie down now.

I flop onto the bed and press my face into a pillow. I can’t believe what just happened. I…I’ve never been able to feel pleasure with a partner before, any of my human partners. I even thought I was asexual.

I never thought a sexual connection like this was possible for me. Now, all I want to do is run back to door number one and let Sylvan fuck me out of my mind again.

But I can’t do that. I am working here; I need to take care of the test subjects, but not in this way.

It takes a long time for my body to settle down—my pussy is still twitching with the aftershocks of so many orgasms, my throat feels stretched and sore in the best possible way.

And it’s almost like Sylvan rearranged my insides too, to make room for him.

But finally, I feel calm enough to get up, take a long shower, and then collapse back into bed for the night. I can’t eat anything; I feel like my whole stomach is still full of Sylvan’s semen.

***

The next morning—after waking up horny and wet from an intense dream about Sylvan—I get dressed, do my hair, and leave the apartment. I still can’t eat anything.

“Miss Woods,”—Mr. Sire hands me a glass—“you know the drill.”

“It’s blue now,” I say in confusion as I take the glass and gulp it down.

“And it tastes sweeter.” This one’s almost palatable, though it has a tinge of the sickly-sweetness of cough syrup.

“Each beverage is tailored to match each subject. And since you will meet subject number two today, you will need a new drink.

“Good luck with Number Two. I’m sure you will find him… chattier than the last.” Mr. Sire grins and points to the door.

Warily, I put the glass on the desk and head out into the now-familiar hallway.

The clinic’s sign is turned off again; I wonder where Richard is. Didn’t he say I could always come and ask him things?

Then again, I can’t imagine putting any of my questions into words right now. Maybe it’s better not to have to face anyone right now.

Just as I get out of the locker room, though—wearing the weird, Middle-Eastern-style, half-transparent skirt and bra that I found in locker number two—the sign above the clinic turns on and the door opens.

“Cat, please.” Richard smiles at me and waves me into the room.

“Come in. I’ve received the blood from Number One. I’m in awe of how quickly you got that bonked off your list.”

I flinch a little at the expression. “He was very cooperative,” I say simply.

“I’m sure,” Richard replies. He points to the machine. “Would you get in there again? We need to test you for any infection you might have caught.”

I eye the machine warily. I’m already worked up this morning; I don’t need the laser to malfunction and start messing with my privates again. But with little choice, I climb inside.

“I have fixed the mechanism, but this time you will need to be strapped into place, so don’t worry,” Richard explains as he shuts the door.

Sure enough, I feel cold, metallic straps snaking along my thighs and arms, pulling them up and spreading them. Maybe they are checking my muscle function?

Then I feel a slight tickle between my legs. But Richard said the machine was fixed! Maybe it’s just the aftermath of my time with Sylvan; I’ve been feeling phantom twinges down there on and off since last night.

Great. The last thing I need is for the machine to somehow sense my arousal. I don’t move any muscles in my face, trying not to give anything away.

“Perfect, you’re done.” Richard lets me out again and smiles. “I’m sure you’ll be done with Number Two in no time as well!”

I simply nod and leave the clinic. I’m feeling very exposed, and this weird outfit doesn’t make it better. Only now do I realize that Richard could probably see my nipples that whole time through the gauzy material of my bra.

I sigh and go to the door across from Sylvan’s, labeled with a number two. Quickly I knock, unlock, and get inside.

This time, a voice greets me immediately. “Miss Woods, welcome.” I guess that answers my first question: this test subject can talk.

The voice is soft and feels like a warm hug on a cold night. I turn to look toward the origin.

I raise my eyebrows for a moment, then relax my face into a smile. I am looking at a blue human. Or…I would say human, but I can’t be too sure about anyone’s humanity in here. Also, he’s blue .

“You must wonder who I am,” he says, and I nod.

“I met an incubus for the first time yesterday. Other than that I’ve never met any supernatural beings, so I’m curious,” I say. The subject chuckles.

“Oh yes, I know all about your encounter with our incubus friend.” His eyes look at me with a hunger inside of them, but I ignore it for now.

“I am a djinni,” he tells me. I’ve never heard that word exactly; it sounds like Arabic. But it also sounds a lot like “genie.” I wonder if it’s offensive that I’m now thinking of him like the genie from Aladdin .

I nod. Slowly, I go to the table and pick up the file from the wall.

It’s true, it says he’s a djinni, a spirit created by fire. Djinn come to Earth to hunt and possess humans, driving them crazy. He is supposed to be

very evil, spreading lies and deceit.

I turn again and look at him.

“What is your name?” I ask. He looks surprised.

“No…body has ever asked me that,” he realizes. He stands up; his arms are chained to the wall just like Sylvan’s were. He’s wearing a pair of loose, Middle Eastern pants that could be straight out of Aladdin , and no shoes or shirt.

“Do you have a name?” I wonder, and he nods.

“I am Mehdi,” he says. I smile.

“Guided to the right path,” I say. Now his jaw drops.

“You know the meaning of my name?” he asks in awe.

“I do. When I was younger I went through a phase where I really liked looking up the meanings of different names. And some of the Arabic names really stuck with me. I think they’re beautiful,” I explain. He tilts his head.

“I am very pleased to see that you are now here, Miss Woods.”

“Cat,” I correct with a smile.

“Cat.” The word sounds like music from his lips, and I get goosebumps just from hearing him say my name. “Since you have shown both Sylvan and me quite the gentle side…I want to give you

something back.”

“You…know that I named him Sylvan?”

“Oh, yes, I know many things.” He smirks. “In fact…I know it all .”

I see a flash of hunger from him again, and I feel naked under his gaze.

Well, I’m not wearing much, but still.

“So…what do you want to give me?” I ask, and he smiles.

“Advice, amongst other things. Do not believe a single thing you hear in this facility,” he says. I frown. “They have been lying to you. I’m sure you guessed as much.

“But rest assured, nobody wants to do you any harm. You can trust Mr. Sire—he is good people—but you shouldn’t trust his words .

Same for Richard. They say one thing, but they mean another.”

“What…do they want me for, then?” I ask, and now Mehdi laughs.

“Oh, it would be too easy to tell you that now, wouldn’t it?” He comes closer, but I take a step back. He raises his eyebrows. “Do you know the power of a djinni?”

“Only what movies say,” I admit, and he smiles.

“They don’t even know half.” He opens his eyes a little wider, and suddenly I feel a hand running up my leg. I jump and look down, but there is nothing. Still, I feel it, very prominently.

“I can make myself invisible whenever I want. Send just a hand, to please you however I want, however long I want,” he purrs. I feel the hand pull on my panties. I try to get rid of it, but there is nothing to touch or push away.

“What…are you doing?!” I shriek, but Mehdi laughs and closes his fist.

At the same time, the invisible hand pulls at my panties, tearing them apart.

Is all the underwear this thin around here?

“Come here and I will make you scream like never before,” he murmurs. When I look at him in shock, he adds, “Don’t think I haven’t seen what you did with the incubus. How you were fucked by him, and how you enjoyed it. How you willingly took in all his juices.” He gives me an impish smile and continues,“I can go even longer than he did.”