Dark Angel: What if?

I’m trying to get back into writing DA fic, and hopefully will be starting a new multi-chapter DA story once I narrow the ideas I have down to something writable. In the meantime this is just a fic from awhile back, written by request that I never got around to posting it because it was quite short and I was never too fond of it. I’m hoping the feedback (good or bad) will help inspire me to write something new.



It hasn’t been beta’ed forgive the blatant grammatical errors. I lost all my email contacts so if my old beta is still out there and still interested in betaing please give me an email.



supmansup@gmail.com reviews / requests / feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated.



Max/Other, Oral, Ncon, Machine, Drugs.

Pointless Plotless Sex, Turn back now if that’s not your thing.



Takes place sometime during Max’s stay in Manticore.



Manticore’s breeding program.



Max tugged on the bottom hem of the short gown rolled onto her side. Manticore had took away her other clothes, the standard issue pants and shirt replaced with the scratchy hospital style gown that covered less than half of her thigh. It was more Manticore mind games and she wasn’t going to let it get to her.



From her cot she watched the thick steel door that trapped her inside her cell, she had no clock, no way to tell the time other then counting the shift changes from the guards just outside her door. It was the second shift of the day so she knew they would be coming soon.



As if on cue the door’s lock tumbled open and in walked the same two men that had every day for the past week. They were built bigger than X5’s, maybe they were a different year, or something else all together but Max didn’t really care.



Sitting up Max contemplated whether to fight them this time, they reached out for her, a hand wrapping around each of her arms. Instinct took over and she twisted away and pushed herself to her feet. She threw a punch but the brute shrugged it off like I was nothing. Max’s legs kicked out wildly as they lifted her then carried her from her cell.



By the time they reached their destination, a small room on the east wing of the facility, they had pulled her hands behind her back, crossing them before strapping them together. Max knew what awaited her inside the room, Renfro’s sick idea as punishment for destroying the DNA lab.

Inside was a single saddle shaped seat with a phallic object protruding from its center. Max squirmed, but without the use of her arms it was little use. They parted her thighs and slowly forced her down onto the machine. Quickly they strapped her legs down leaving her no way to pull herself off of the seat. To make her humiliation complete they tore off the thin gown exposing her body to whoever watched behind the two way mirror that covered most of the far wall.

“Thanks!” Max grunted sarcastically at the two brutes before they left her alone with her reflection.



It wasn’t painful. It would have been easier it was. In fact it was the exact opposite; it felt good, too good. It was more of Renfro’s mind games, trying to shame her into breaking. They told her that it was a part of the new breeding program, to increase the chance of pregnancy they would bring the female to climax before insemination. But Max knew it was more than that for Renfro it was about control, Renfro would love to hold this above her.



“Mmh,” Max gasped slightly before clenching her teeth. The chair shifted slightly and began to hum, vibrating softly inside of her. Leaning forward she closed her eyes and tried to block out the slow thrusting movements. Just like all the times before she would wait it out until-



Before Max could finish her though her breathe caught in her through and her hips jerked against the machine, her body clenching tightly around it.



“God,” she cried out. This wasn’t like the other times, something was different, it had been only minutes but she could already feel herself losing control. She let out another strangled squeal and tried to stand, only moving an inch before her restraints forced her to let her body sink back down onto the machine.



“Stop,” she pleaded at the window, her body trembling, she was unable to hide her signs of arousal. Her mouth agape her leaned forward once again and fought the urge to try to slam herself down against the fake cock inside her.



Now almost panting Max was about to give in when she felt the chair begin to slow, its movements becoming less intense, within moments the door behind creaked open.



“They drugged you,” the familiar voice of the lab tech announced from behind Max, “in your food or something. They’re trying to figure out why you’re not pregnant yet”



Still gasping for breath Max barely managed a grunt for a reply. She had figured as much. Finally when she could muster enough energy she looked up at her visitor. He had been there since day one, she figured he worked the device from the other side of the mirror, and in his sick little mind took a liking to her and didn’t want his daily shows to end.



Too her surprise Manticores security was lax, and he was able to fake the reports as he pleased, he would turn it off, or unstrap her enough so she could pull herself away before it had finished. For the longer she stayed not pregnant the more he could watch her.



“I can’t turn it off this time, they changed too much, they’d find out if I tried, and they locked the straps on your legs. I only reset the cycle; it’s going to start again.”



The fact that he was lying didn’t get past Max. It seems he had gotten tired of simply watching. “There’s gotta be something you can do.” She sighed.



“Well my old offer still stands,” Everything in Manticore came at a price.



“No,” Max replied, she couldn’t she wouldn’t. “HMm,” she gasped against as the machine began to hum back to life. “UMmn,” Max cried out unable to hold it in, as if they had a mind of her own her hips grinded hard against the saddle. “Fine,” she finally cried out, she couldn’t end up pregnant, no matter what the costs.



The sound of a zipper being made her flinch, wincing she looked up to where the labtech stood. His cock was already rock hard waiting for her mouth. Knowing she wouldn’t last much longer she parted her lips and leaned over.



He tasted bitter and let out a low howl as her thick lips surrounded his shaft. Leaning back Max the machine slid deeper inside of her. Max moaned her stomach contracting as a wave of pleasure washed through her. She couldn’t hold on much longer. Slurping around his cock she pushed her tongue against the sensitive underside of his his dick forcing him to rub against the roof of her mouth. She did the best she could with her hands still behind her back bobbing up an down on his cock, her hips now jerking on the machine, the straps around her legs digging into her flesh as her body refused to stop trying to fuck the machine back.



“Ohfuck,” the tech bellowed cuming, pulling back Max spat out the disgusting fluid only to be rewarded with another shot against her cheek.



“Turn it off,” she yelled knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold don for much longer.



“I can’t,”



Max looked dup in disbelief, “What?” she gasped, the taste and feeling of his cum on her lips becoming even more disgusting knowing she had been had. “No, no,” she moaned she jerked away from the machine which only pushed it harder against her.



“It’s okay,” the tech said leaning in to touch her, unable to stop himself he reached down to cup her ass, his other hand going between her legs, she was so wet, her clit swollen, it took barely more than a touch to send her spiraling over the edge. Her face buried in his neck she moaned no wildly as she came.



Sensing the contractions of her body the machine did what it was meant to do and erupted inside of her, emptying its self completely.



Max couldn’t believe it, she wouldn’t believe it. She was going to kill the labtech.



“I switched the fluids, there’s nothing in there that could get you pregnant.” The tech admitted finally, before Max could respond he wiped the mess he had made off her face and hurried out the door.



Exhausted Max slumped forward and awaited her escort back to her cell.





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The lab tech hurried back to post, he knew what would happen to him if anyone found out. Without looking he quickly opened the door to his post only to run straight into one of Renfro’s brutes. Staggered he looked up to find Renfro looking down at him.



“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” Renfro asked



His first thought was to run, but before he could even turn on his heal one the brutes grabbed him from behind, easily picking up his small frame.



“Dispose of him,” Renfro ordered.



“And her?” the brute asked nodding his head at the window that looked into the room Max was in.



“Psi ops, have them wipe everything that has happened in the past week. She can’t know that insubordinates are running around Manticore willing to be bought off with a few sexual favors. She has to believe she’s alone in this. When they’re through with her pair her up with 494, see how she likes breeding the old fashion way.”