Chapter 6

It seemed an eternity before Rachel felt the table come to a halt. Through the thick veil of darkness that engulfed her, her heightened senses indicated she was not alone. Her ears detected faint movement in the distance. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch dark environment, her nostril detected the foul stench of death and decay. Slowly she was able to make sense of the shapes and shadows in the darkness.

She realized that she now lay in the center of a circular dungeon which was surrounded by 4-5 heavy oak doors. Several CCTV cameras were positioned on various corners of the room, no doubt relaying images back to Moriarty's lab above. Moriarty's voice pierced through the darkness; "Ahh Rachel, the time has come to introduce you to some of my creations, you should be honored that you are part of this historical event."

Rachel: "You are mad, what are you raving about you lunatic." Moriarty laughed: "The divide between sheer brilliance and utter lunacy is a very thin one Rachel. Tonight we will bring together elements from two different worlds and species which will produce a new supreme line of evolution. Now the moment has come."

Rachel heard a slight click as Moriarty depressed a button, and she could see one of the heavy oak doors swinging slowly open. Almost immediately it released a foul odor, giving a hint of what would emerge from its unholy depths. Still immobilized by Moriarty's cocktail, she could only peer anxiously into its dark interior but she was not able to make out any shape immediately.

Something inhuman stirred within and she heard what sounded like a heavy body slowly and ponderously being dragged across the floor. It did not sound human, or even alive and her heart was in her mouth as mortal terror engulfed her.

Then she caught her first glimpse of the macabre horror. It's face emerged slowly from the darkness, and Rachel let loose an ear piercing scream. It had the shrunken head of a man, with a few strands of hair on its withered emancipated skin, but the rest of it defied description. The thing had no neck, its head was joined immediately to a thick slug like torso. As it finally came within full visual range, she could see that it resembled a huge pink slug, slowly pushing itself painfully along the floor with two human hands. Moriarty's voice crackled form the overhead intercom: "Ahh I see you have met my first creation, Igor. He is the result of splicing and recombining genes and DNA of the common slug with human DNA. Most of Igor's anatomy is that of the common slug. But his mind and cognitive skills are those of a 7 year old boy, and like any human boy he also likes sweet things, which is why he is making a bee line for you my sweet."

Rachel called out desperately: "Please what is it you want, I will do anything but please stop whatever it is you are doing please." She begged.

Moriarty laughed again: "Well my dear its not that simple. Igor is now almost 5 years old, and he is sexually mature, for a slug at least. But I need to find out how he reproduces. Of cause he cannot mate with another slug, that's physically impossible given his massive size human side, and it is not surprising at all that he is attracted to homo-sapien females. Which also confirms my theory that sexual procreation is at least 50% mental in nature. Igor likes watching the TV, especially the Playboy channels, but off late he has became very sexually frustrated, and that's where you come in tonight my sweet."

Igor had now made its way to the edge of the table and Rachel could feel the table shake as it proceeded to hoist its immense bulk up on to the ledge. As it emerged over the edge of the table, and drew level with her, she finally saw the creature in its entirety up close. Igor was even more repulsive. She could feel the putrid stench of its breath as it moved still closer to her helpless form. But all Rachel could do was to turn her face away in disgust. The rest of her body still lay paralyzed and dormant, under the influence of Moriarty's drug.

Instinctively, Igor wondered from her face, its flared nostrils and fork like serpent's tongue quickly detected Rachel's musky fragrance and it slithered over to her exposed right arm-pit, where much of her scent glands were concentrated. The fine wet tongue flicked across Rachel's sensitive cleft as Igor's webbed fingers grasped her breasts and nipples. Its movement was slow and ponderous, and Rachel realized Igor was cold blooded like a reptile.

Moriarty's voice filtered over the intercom: "So my dear you have met Igor, but as it is cold blooded, I have to raise the humidity levels and ambient temperature of the room to above 36 degrees to er... start its juices flowing. So don't get alarmed when things get a lot warmer." He laughed.

Almost immediately she could feel the air around her growing warmer. Igor had now moved slowly down her right side and started tracing the gentle contours of her breast with its cold wet tongue. It was a long thin flexible appendage and it soon found the tip of her breast and coiled itself around her unresponsive right nipple. Rachel shut her eyes tightly as she felt the cold wet slimy touch of the creature against her bare skin as it moved over stomach to seek out her left breast.

Moriarty suddenly appeared beside her with a syringe in hand. With her eyes shut, she had neither seen nor heard his approach. He smiled malevolently at her: "You don't seem to be having a good time Rachel. Given a chance, Igor can be an infinitely better lover than a conventional human being. Well, here's something to also "kick start" your juices again."

Rachel: "No, please, you have already pumped me full of drugs, no more please."

But he ignored her pleas as he applied the needle to her unresisting arm. She grimaced as she felt the painful sting of the needle. After long seconds he withdrew the syringe, and droplets of blood formed on the small punctured wound. "Igor can clean that up, I have just given you an aphrodisiac, it will increase your sense organs ten fold, you will have quite a blast I assure you."

Almost immediately, Rachel could feel her pulse rate accelerate. Every pore on her skin seemed to come alive and her body temperature also rose. Moriarty chuckled in triumph as he saw Rachel's previously unresponsive left nipple becoming partially erect as Igor's forked tongue coiled itself around the now sensitive nub and lashed again and again at the tip. In short seconds, the nipple had grown to full erection.

With her accelerated pulse and metabolic rate, Rachel's body temperature climbed and fine beads of perspiration appeared on her skin as her sweat glands became active. The cocktail of drugs also affected her ability to focus and concentrate and lowered her mental resistance.

Moriarty's voice drifted into her hazy mind again: "Well Rachel its time to introduce you to the rest of the "family", they are all very eager to meet you."

She sensed rather then heard more dungeon doors sliding open, and the scampering of inhuman feet and claws. A huge ape like creature took its place on her right side and started lapping at her right breast and nipple with its warm wet tongue. She cursed as she felt a bolt of electricity shooting through her as the nipple was coaxed unwillingly to full erection.

Webbed fingers and claws parted her flaccid legs, and more eager wet tongues traced the sensitive inner soles of her ankles, moving slowly to the most intimate region between her legs. Rachel again tried to will her legs shut, but paralyzed by Moriarty's cocktail, they remained wide open rendering her totally vulnerable to the assault by the demons.

She flinched sharply as she felt a thin forked tongue make contact with the entrance of her vagina, and realized that Igor had repositioned its misshapen head between her legs, while another insect like creature (like a giant fly) had taken its place by her left side and fastened its long beak around her left nipple. Rachel's mind was in a state of chaos, under the numbing influence of the aphrodisiac, she felt warm wet tongues, claws and hands everywhere on her body, prodding and exploring her most intimate places, slowly teasing her unwilling body into a state of sexual frenzy.

They took their time to explore every nook and cranny of her body, teasing and prodding her, lingering in her most sensitive and intimate regions, and she was at their complete mercy. She inhaled sharply as Igor's roaming tongue finally found her clitoris. It quickly coiled itself around the small sensitive nub, teasing it mercilessly again and again. Rachel felt a warm urgent wetness between her legs as her body succumbs inevitably to the combined assault which totally overwhelmed her senses.

For a second time this evening a delicious warmth engulfed her body. But this time, the need for release was a hundred times more urgent. She cried out in frustration as the fork like tongue continued its merciless assault on her quivering clitoris. The sensitive organ was already fully erect, but Igor's tongue was far more flexible and dexterous then any human tongue and it was able to tease the quivering nub into a state of heightened sexual frenzy, as it coiled itself in an even more intimate embrace around Rachel's clitoris.

Moriarty took hold of the scene from the vantage of his CCTV. It was like a massive orgy scene from the very depths of hell. Rachel's supple form was now buried beneath 4 of his devilish creations who were in a feeding frenzy. Only her head was visible as she turned it from side to side under silent protest.

He checked to ensure that the entire scene was recorded on tape. That was the deal he had with Madame Tussard. And he had to admit it really worked out very well. Except that he could not guarantee if the sanity of the subject would be compromised after this assignment.

Another nameless faceless lizard like aberration joined Igor caressing Rachel's left inner thighs with clammy webbed fingers. She detected the Lizard's pungent odor and moaned as it's forked tongue found her engorged clitoris. Its touch was a thousand times more intimate then a human tongue, as if penetrating her every pore, caressing her nerve endings with microscopic fingers. The sweet torment was overwhelming her and she felt and will and resistance crumbling fast under its provocative seduction.

"Please don't tease me down there, you are driving me crazy!!!... Oh god..." she pleaded. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

A slow narcotic desire seeped through her reluctant flesh as another forked tongue wound around her thigh. The Lizard sent questing fingers to explore the folds of her labia. Igor moved slightly to the side, allowing the Lizard to join it. Rachel shuddered as this new tormentor lashed out at her clitoris. Both forked tongues entered into an elaborate sensual dance with her small engorged nub, teasing it mercilessly as others explored her anus.

Like tendrils they caressed her clit, tentatively at first, then bolder, undulating with an unflinching rhythm that soon had her shuddering helplessly on the edge of orgasm. Other tendrils wormed their way up her vagina, swelling to fill her while another slid into her anus. Unconsciously, she bucked her hips straining against invisible ropes and the slick sanguineous embrace.

Rachel was barely conscious now as her feverish body had a will of its own, responding to an overwhelming intense need for sexual release that over-rode all else. But there was no end in sight as the nightmarish creatures around her stoked the smoldering flames within her, feeding her hunger, slowly unleashing a primordial lust that had lain dormant within her genetic matrix for hundreds of years, buried under centuries of evolution.

Her pupils were dilated as her system was on the verge of nervous shock, kept on only by the cocktail of drugs Moriarty had pumped into her. In her sexual frenzy, her fists were clenched and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and perspiration as the intense waves that engulfed her rose to higher and higher heights.

Suddenly she shuddered violently as the Lizard extended it fine tail into the moist and dewy entrance of her vagina. The final invasion was too much for Rachel and tipped her over the edge of the immense orgasm. Her body tensed convulsively, her back arching off the table as the massive release overwhelmed her. With his tongue buried deep within Rachel, Igor could taste her musky wetness and feel the violent spasms as her vagina contracted again and again.