86 - The Surrogate

"There is more than one way to raise the dead," Asenath said with a smile. "As a friend of mine at university found out. Money was an issue, and she answered an advertisement for a job that would pay her schooling, room, and board for the rest of the year. This story I call

THE SURROGATE

"Problem, Miss Robinson?" Doctor Henley asked.

Doris Robinson sat on the edge of the chair, on the opposite side of table, staring at the last of the forms. A full-figured woman, twenty-one years of age, dark of eye, hair, and skin. She had brought her best dress for this interview, and Dr. Henley had been very patient as she had carefully read over every page of the contract. Medical consent forms, compensation, the contract itself—she wasn't a lawyer, but it all seemed straightforward. Except for the last form.

"A non-disclosure agreement?" she asked.

"Yes. I admit, that's a little unusual, but I'm afraid it's absolutely necessary in this circumstance," Dr. Henley said. "I can explain everything after you've signed it. And you can still back out of the surrogacy before the actual insemination, if you so choose. The contract specifically allows that. The NDA is simply a guarantee that you won't share the details of the surrogacy with anyone else."

Doris chewed her lip. But the idea that she could still back out was reassuring. She signed the NDA. Dr. Henley smiled as he took the form and placed it atop the rest of the stack.

"Excellent. Now, as I promised—the explanation. This position is for a surrogacy, Miss Robinson, but not a normal one—hence the generous compensation. As you must be aware, Miss Robinson, homo sapiens has not always been the only hominid on this planet. Homo neanderthalensis, australopithecus, the small homo floresiensis discovered in Indonesia—there were many species related, closely or distantly, to humanity in prehistory. And perhaps more recently than that, in some out-of-the-way places. Relatively late survivals of these cousins to humanity. On an anthropological expedition, our university discovered the remains of such a previously unknown species. The remains were not completely fossilized. We were able to extract and study their DNA. Do you understand?"

She swallowed hard, not liking where this was going. But she nodded.

"We were able to successfully insert that DNA into a donated egg cell. The resulting embryo was viable. You are the second woman the university approached for this surrogacy project. The first, under my predecessor Dr. Ivanov, successfully carried her child to term, and gave birth by Cesarean. Now, we would like to replicate that same experiment with you. Knowing that, are you still willing to continue?"

Doris pressed her thighs together, in **** denial. She wanted to scream no. She didn't want some half-ape baby.

Then she thought of the money.

"I'll do it," she said, after a moment.

Dr. Henley beamed. "Excellent. I hoped we could count on you. We'd like to schedule the procedure for this weekend. Does that work for you?"

Doris nodded. There were a few additional details. Refraining from sexual activity. An initial down payment. She left there with a check for five thousand dollars. And returned Saturday morning with a change of clothes.

The exam was no worse than her first visit to a gynecologist. They'd already processed her bloodwork as part of the initial medical assessment. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she lay on the table, naked except for a paper smock.

"We're going to anesthetize you for this procedure," the technician said, as he pressed the gas mask against her face. "Just count backwards from ten."

She made it to six.

When she awoke, it was not in the stirrups, or in the medical office. Her head and hands were trapped in a wooden board. Dois could not feel her paper smock. Her knees and feet rested on the cold floor, her ass hanging in the air. She looked around and saw bare cement walls and floor. Opposite her was a steel door, and before that a chair, and sitting in it was Dr. Henley.

"Awake at last," he said, with a small smile. "I'm afraid there's a part of our program I misled you about. You thought that you were going to be implanted with an embryo. The truth is, you're going to be inseminated. Rather directly. You see, the child of our previous experiment has come of age. He needs to mate."

Doris didn't make a sound. She was frozen in fear. Shivering, unable to scream, to shout, to strain against her bonds.

"If it makes you feel any better, you're doing a great thing. Not just expanding the cause of science, but helping to bring back an entire species from extinction!"

Dr. Henley checked his watch.

"Anyway, the offspring will be released shortly. Please understand that we'll take perfect care of you, whatever happens."

With one last sad smile, Dr. Henley walked through the door. Doris stared stupidly at the empty chair. She heard the bolts click.

"This can't be happening," she said, as she finally found her voice.

From behind her, there was the creak of a door. A heavy, bare foot padded onto the floor behind her. Then another. Something snuffled the air.

"Please. Someone. Help me," her voice came out as a whisper. Desperately, she tried to stand, to bring her feet up into a squat so that she could push down against the floor. Behind her, the sound of those bare feet, that curious snuffle. Growing closer.

"No. I don't want this. I didn't agree to this. Please let me go. I won't tell, I won't, no..."

Something hot and wet dripped onto her lower back. A warm hand grabbed her hip. She screamed. It had six fingers.

Doris wailed as something hot and spongy ran over her slit. Two hands gripped her tight, though too late, she tried to wiggle back and forth. Then the thrust.

She had been with a few young men. Not a virgin. Yet she felt like a virgin again as that prick pushed into her. There was something wrong about it. Too smooth. Oddly curved. The tip scraped along the top of her tunnel. Something furry slammed into her pussy. It was the creature's balls. Warm, wet, stupid tears ran down Doris' face. Yet whatever the thing was, it was not an animal. As it found its rhythm, the six-fingered hands moved up her body. They grasped and squeezed her dangling tits. It made sounds. Weird, almost human sounds. Noises she had heard from frat boys, drunk and in the rut as they pounded away at whatever stupid cunt had spread her legs for them.

That's me, Doris realized. I'm the stupid cunt.

How long it lasted, she didn't know. Six minutes can feel like six hours in such a circumstance. All Doris knew was that it went on and on...the pain and discomfort grew and grew...and at last, her mind could take no more, and sought oblivion.

Doris blinked as the afternoon sunlight hit her eyes. She found herself beneath the covers of a hospital bed. Dr. Henley was by her side, checking his watch. As she stirred, he looked up and smiled.

"Ah, there you are! How do you feel?" he said.

She stared at him. Too shocked to scream.

"A little sore," she said, honestly.

"That's too be expected. You probably had some quite intense dreams, too. The anasthetic can have that effect. The doctor says that the procedure went well, though we'll need to verify that it took."

Doris nodded. Tired realization came to her. It had been a dream. Hadn't it? Something brought on by the ****. She'd gone through the procedure and only dreamed it was that thing that had mated with her.

"Of course," Dr. Henley said. "if the initial insemination doesn't work, we'll need to try again. Your contract authorizes up to six attempts, with applicable fertility ****. But I have a good feeling about this one."

Instinctively, Doris' hands went to her stomach. She looked at the hospital bracelet. At the red line on her wrist beneath it that hadn't been there before.

"I hope it takes," she said earnestly, her voice shaking.

"What really happened? Well, I suppose only Dr. Henley knows," Asenath said.

With that, she blew out the candle.