Prisoner

Rayne awoke to find herself hanging from a ceiling in a rusty room. Her eyes took a few moments to settle to her new surroundings. ‘Argentina’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m still in Argentina.’ The last thing she remembered was fighting Mengele on the roof top. She had just jumped, and everything was black.

She wondered what the chills were for a little while before she looked down. Naked. Somebody had stripped her clothes off. ‘I’ll kill that fucker’ she thought to herself. But the more important thing was finding an escape. She saw two auras beyond a door that looked like it could only be opened from the other side. She studied the wall, seeing only a sink and a few cabinets. She looked towards her feet. Her eyes focused on a small puddle of blood before she saw two square holes in the ground, equally spaced. As soon as she visualized the table that was once there, she realized where she was; a laboratory.

Footsteps drew nearer and Rayne tried swinging herself loose. A large mechanical shriek warned her that the door was opening, and she steadied the rope. It was the blonde woman she fought on the roof top. Bathory Mengele. She carried with her a black case. Rayne saw a moving aura in the case.

“Got a bit of a soft spot?” Rayne asked.

“Of course,” Dr. Mengele mused, “To let a specimen like you go to waste, well, I don’t know if it’s something I can do.”

The doctor walked up to her, her nose at the level of Rayne’s behind. She stared at it from the side, as if trying to make a ‘scientific analyses’. She walked to the front, looking up from Rayne’s crotch, past it, to her face.

“Now you know. I’m a natural red head,” Rayne said, just to keep her wits up.

“The guys already informed me that you have some body,” Mengele smiled. She looked up as a brief look of anguish came to Rayne’s face, before it was replace by her usual sneer. “Don’t worry, I order them to leave you intact. I disappointed a lot of people.”

Mengele smiled. She started to pet Rayne’s pubic hair as if it was a kitten. She smiled, and bent all but two fingers. With a quick motion she thrust those two fingers inside of Rayne, pushing up and down. Rayne bit her lips, unable to give the doctor the pleasure of hearing her cry out. The doctor bit deep into her leg, piercing her. She licked the blood. All but satisfied, Mengele walked away.

“What do you think your superior will do,” Rayne began, “When they find out you’re a dyke?”

Mengele bent over to the sink with a small spray bottle. She filled it up and walked back towards her captive.

“I didn’t think you cared,” she mused. She put her first two fingers inside of the girl, and spread her lips. She sprayed in a small bit of water. Rayne cried out as it felt like acid was burning her clit apart. Sympathetic, Mengele put her tongue inside and started licking it.

The Dhampir remained silent, while her legs began to twitch. Mengele backed off.

“You have movement in your legs again,” She said. She walked to the cabinet and took out a length of rope, and tied them together. She slapped Rayne’s buttocks. “That should take care of them.”

The mad doctor took a few steps back.

“Now, Rayne, I will ask you to do a few things so that I can make my report,” she said, smiling. She pulled a small cup from the bag and placed it below the dangling dhampir.

“First, I am going to need a urine sample.”

A wicked grin crossed her face. Rayne hissed at the woman, who simple sprayed her with the water bottle. She shook around in pain, watching her skin bubbling. “Now, I asked you to do something, I expect you to do it.”

“Get lost, you bitch,” Rayne shouted, no longer in control. The woman just sprayed her again. After just a few seconds, a third spray was aimed near Rayne’s anus, and yellow liquid ran from her slit, down her leg, and dribbled into the cup. Mengele just laughed, and took her finger down Rayne’s leg. She then put the liquid in her mouth, tasting it.

She grabbed the sample cup and walked towards the door.

“I’ll kill you,” Rayne promised.

Doctor Bathory Mengele left the room.