0 comments/ 91715 views/ 10 favorites The Specimen By: Kip Carson James and Julie had been trying to have children for a long time, and she would miss her periods for a week or so, and everything would resume to normal. She had been tested by many doctors, and each came up with the same conclusion. They couldn't find anything physically wrong with her. Her ob/gyn told her that James really needed to have his sperm tested, because that could be the only remaining problem. Julie discussed this with James, and like most men, he refused to go to the doctor and have himself checked. "I can't jack off into a cup" he told her. "Oh baby, just one time, and a lot of guys do it" she replied. "I don't care" he said, "I am not doing it". Julie broke into tears, and he tried to comfort her. As he looked at his lovely wife there, crying he uttered "Ok, I will do it". "Oh thank you, honey" she replied. Julie wrapped her arms around her husband, and pressed her lips against his. They passionately kissed, and Julie called their family doctor. The doctor told them they had 2 choices. He could do the sample at his office and send it off, or they could go to a urologist, and probably get quicker results. The Doctor recommended a good urologist, and they called for an appointment. "Tomorrow at 2 ok with you?" the receptionist asked over the phone. "Yes, that's wonderful" Julie replied. "I can take off from work and go with you if you want" she said to her husband. "No, I'm a big boy, go to work, I will be fine" he replied. The next day a nervous James drove to the urologists office, and signed in. He sat in the waiting room, and looked around him. There were many men in there, and he wondered if all of them were there for the same reason. Finally they called James's name, and a nurse took him into one of the examination rooms. They checked his vitals, and gave him a physical first. Finally this large breasted blonde nurse, who looked much more like a beach bunny, handed him a cup. "Follow me" she said. James followed her to another room. Inside the room was a large screen TV, with a VCR, and a stack of the latest issues of men's magazines. He glanced through the titles: playboy, hustler, penthouse, swank, club. He was impressed at the trouble they go to, to help the man do his deed. The nurse pressed play on the VCR, and it immediately showed a large breasted black woman sucking a white man's hard cock. James felt his cock swell as he watched the video. He raised his thin gown upward, and began to stroke his cock. James watched the video and stroked himself furiously. He stroked and stroked, but for some reason couldn't cum. Kind of like the stage fright one gets while taking a urinalysis test. 20 minutes or so later, there was a knock on the door, and James quickly covered his erect penis with the thin gown. The door opened, and the same blonde walked in. "Sir, are you finished yet?" she asked. "Uh, no, I can't uh, get off" he said. "Oh, a little stage fright, don't worry it happens a lot" she said. He watched as the nurse slid on a pair of latex gloves, and removed a bottle of hand lotion from one of the drawers. She pushed James's gown upward, revealing his semi erect cock. She unzipped her top, and pulled her large breasts from her bra. James looked at the huge milky white globes, and his cock began to swell. She squirted a generous amount of the lotion onto her latex gloved hand, and began sliding her hand across his thick swollen shaft. "Mmm, you have a really big gorgeous cock" she purred. James softly moaned as the nurse slid her hand more quickly up and down his thick shaft. She firmly gripped his swollen cockhead, and began to twirl it in her hand. As her hand twirled around his sensitive cockhead, he moaned louder. The nurse was pinching her nipples with her free hand. She moaned, and continued to tell him how beautiful and large his hard cock was. James grunted, and began thrusting his hips against her well lubed hand. "oh yes, shoot that hot cum for me" she seductively moaned. James hadn't been this turned on in a long time, and he grunted loudly, and she aimed the head of his cock into the cup and his hot cum erupted. She moaned and stroked him even faster, watching as the white sticky fluid squirted in massive amounts into the cup. She stroked his cock until the remaining droplets of his cum oozed from the tip. She then removed the gloves, and tossed them into the trash. James still lay there with his cock hard and throbbing, and she still had her large breasts exposed. "Mmm thank you so much" he whispered to her. "It was my pleasure" she softly moaned. "Sir, would you mind if I got myself off?" she asked. "I get pretty horny when I do this, and it makes for a rather long day, if I don't take care of myself" she explained. "Oh by all means, go right ahead" James said. She quickly slid her skirt upward, and James looked at her luscious long legs, clad in the white nylons. She wore no panties beneath, and her golden blonde bush was fully exposed. James could see how wet she was, as he saw her pink swollen pussy lips glistening with her moisture. She sat on the couch next to James, and began rubbing her clit. James watched as her long red fingernails lightly rubbed up and down her wet pussy slit. He began to stroke his aching cock, while watching her finger disappear between the pretty pink pussy lips. She softly moaned, and began fucking herself rapidly. She was now thrusting 2 of her fingers deeply into her pussy, moaning loudly. Her other hand rubbed furiously on her swollen clit. James watched as she threw her head back, her long blonde hair, lightly brushing against his cock. He continued to stroke himself as she climaxed. The nurse moaned loudly, and her hand was moving rapidly against her pussy. "oh yes, God yes" she moaned. James grunted and his cum erupted into his hand. She continued to finger fuck her self until she came again. James could smell her sweet pussy aroma in the air, and it kept him aroused. He continued to stroke his cock, long after his cum had erupted. As her second orgasm subsided, she began to calm down a bit. She removed her hands from her pussy ,and they were covered in her wet juicy pussy cum. She pressed her fingers against James's mouth, and he licked her sweet pussy juices from them. She quickly kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for allowing her to "get off too". He just moaned, as he watched the nurse straighten her skirt up, and she began to put her large breasts back into her bra. Once she was totally ready, she started to leave, and quickly turned back around. James looked at her, with a puzzled look on his face. "Oh, I forgot the specimen," she said. She grabbed the cup full of sperm, and left the room. James, began to dress, and was still very hot. He quickly drove home, and waited eagerly for his wife to return. He heard Julie's car pull into the drive way, and he hid behind the door. As she walked in, he grabbed her and immediately led her to the couch. He pulled her skirt and panties downward, revealing her pretty shaved pussy. He thrust his tongue against her wet pussy, and began to slowly lick her. "Mmm, baby," she moaned, "what has you so worked up?" she added. "Oh I am just pretty horny" he moaned. His tongue resumed working on Julie's wet swollen clit, and she softly moaned as she began to cum. James had his eyes closed tightly and imagined this was the nurse's pussy that he was eating. Julie moaned loudly and her body quivered wildly as she came. "Oh God, yes baby" she yelled. James could feel her hot pussy juices as they gushed from her pretty pink lips. She thrust her hips, grinding her pussy against his face. She continued to rub her pussy against his tongue until her orgasm was over. She quickly slid James's shorts and underwear downward revealing his long thick erect cock. "oh yes, I am gonna suck you dry" she purred. James moaned as his wife took his long thick cock deep into her mouth. Julie had always been an excellent cock sucker, and she quickly brought him to his climax with her talented tongue and mouth. James grunted and thrust his cock deeply into his wife's throat. She hungrily swallowed the precious hot cum as it squirted wildly into her mouth. James moaned and continued to pump at her mouth. Julie expertly sucked him until the last of his cum had flowed into her mouth. She then moved her mouth up his body, and pressed her lips over his. Their tongues passionately met in a wet kiss. James slid his hand inside of her blouse, and began pinching her erect nipples. Julie softly moaned, and she quickly climbed onto James's lap. She straddled him, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto his thick cock. James softly moaned as he felt his cock enter his wife's tight wet pussy. "oh yes" she moaned, grinding her pussy against his hard thick cock. James thrust upward, driving his cock deeply into her tight pussy. "Mmmm God yes" she moaned. He could feel her pussy as it tightened around his thick cock. Julie came furiously, grinding her pussy onto his cock. James grunted and shot his cum into her hot pussy. Julie grunted as she felt the thick liquid erupt into her pussy. She continued to ride him, milking his cock with her incredible pussy. Julie slowly slid from her husband, and kissed him passionately again. "mmm, maybe you should go to the urologist more often" she softly teased. "Mmm maybe I should" he replied. They both lay there on the living room carpet, softly caressing and kissing. The next day, the urologist called, and said that James's specimen was fine. They don't know what happened, but shortly thereafter, she became pregnant. The Specimen Below are the extracts from personal laboratory log of Dr. M.K. Stevens. Top Secret. Day 1 Today, the subject finally arrived. I'm so excited! As are the other members of my team, of course. When I was given the opportunity to research the first alien life form ever found by mankind, I couldn't say no. Even the highest security could not stop me. Actually, I didn't even know they do a live-in research programs these days, but, apparently, this is the case. We are so secret, that none of my friends or colleagues knows where I went. Apparently, they were told it's a promotion, but Top Secret. And a promotion it is. Frankly, when I became one of the top American biologists, I didn't think I will face any more promotions, but what do you know? I guess I'm lucky. My team is top grade too. I knew some of them personally from before, of others I only heard, and some names are completely new to me, but then again, I didn't get out of the lab much these last 5 years. It seems I will not get out of this lab easily, which totally suits me. Anyway, they are amazing guys, and I can't get enough of chatting lately. Lots of free days, but they are finally over. The specimen is amazing. It seems to be some kind of plant form that they found on Mars a few years back. First, the astronauts thought of it as a unique archeological finding, seeing as Mars is bare desert mostly, finding the remains of an organism was a breakthrough in itself. But I can imagine what happened when they eventually found out it was alive. That I know in retrospective, because, obviously, such a find was never reported to the public and it took them many years to design a ship that could actually extract it from Mars and bring it back here. Now it sits in a special chamber at our facility, and we are due to begin extensive research tomorrow. Boy, I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight. Day 2 The Specimen is 3.57 meters tall, and if you would ask me to describe it in one word, I'd say it looks like an egg. Yes, something like an egg with a lot of vines surrounding it. At the base there is a large root system, which already penetrated the soil we placed it upon. It's important to understand that we are acting almost blindly here. We don't know what soil does it need, or what temperature, but hey! Seeing as it survived Mars atmosphere and a sandy infertile ground, I guess it can handle itself. I wonder, how old is this thing? Must be millions of years old. The main thing we are concerned about is keeping it alive and healthy for now. Remember "War of the Worlds" and how bacteria killed the aliens? Well, that's why we keep the environment sterile for now, even the soil. Earth plants can't live on soil without bacteria, but we are not risking it, and, again, it can't need much. Today we took small samples from different parts of Specimen's body. We had no problem cutting a vine thing and the root, but the "shell" of an egg seems almost impenetrable. Eventually, diamond saw could produce a few grains of material it's made of. Boy, did that thing freak out! We thought it's immobile, like out plants, but it turns out the Specimen can move. It completely ignored us cutting into tentacles, but when we scratched the shell, one of the vines shot out and broke two Mike's, our technician's, ribs. This bad boy is strong! The samples should be analyzed within a few days, and first results will be tomorrow morning. Day 3 This is a carbon-based life form! Just like us! We also found that it actually breathes carbon dioxide, like plants on earth do. Of course, even if Mars's atmosphere is very thin, it consists almost entirely of carbon dioxide. The sensors detected the decrease of this gas in the otherwise sealed-off room. Our biologists are all over the cell samples. They said, that the cells of this thing can apparently freeze completely and still remain alive after warming up. Additionally, they regenerate to their previous state. We have yet to see one of the cells divide, but the small piece of the vine and root we've cut are apparently still alive, though it's a matter of time before they run out of nutrients, I guess. We will monitor them further in that regard. But what's truly amazing is that the damaged cells where we cut them are restored to being healthy and full again. Amazing! After yesterday's unfortunate incident, we exercise a great caution, and try not to approach the Specimen. Luckily, our top-of-the-line equipment allows us to do most things remotely, and the robots we requested arrived within hours. Clearly, we have an unlimited credit. Day 4 We ran all kinds of tests, and it's actually pretty silly, now that I think of it, that we left one of the simplest things for day 3. Probably we were just a bit too anxious to get to the fun part. If only we knew that the exciting was just a hand's reach away! Truly, the simple things sometimes yield great results. What we did is - we tried to listen to it. It took a very powerful sensor, and we used robot to attach it, but when we did - we heard our guest's voice. Well, of course it's unintelligible, yet, at least. Our specialists are working on it, and we requested a linguist in our team. No one actually thought we would need one. I'm not really sure if that will give any results though. For me it sounds like some kind of abstract humming, whines, groans. Personally, I think that it's something to do with organs rubbing against each other or maybe gases floating inside the shell, or who knows. Anyway, that's exactly the reason why we decided to schedule X-ray for tomorrow, and shift other tests to after that. We need to see what's inside that thing, and then we'll know where the sound is coming from. Day 5 This day was probably the best, and most tiring day of my life. Where do I begin? We did X-ray early in the morning, and at first it was a complete disappointment. The shell is too thick, so basically no particles are coming through to make an imprint. Well, almost none. If we used old-school X-ray film to see what's inside, we wouldn't see any. But we use best equipment, so we get a digital image that can be later edited and improved. And after a few minutes our expert made a shocking claim: there's someone in there. I wouldn't have believed such nonsense, of course, if I didn't see the image myself. Indeed, what the silhouette looks like is something similar to humanoid in embryo pose. Now, I was trying to not get excited there, because I'm a professional, but I felt even then that we may be onto something much bigger than just a plant. What if there's an actual alien inside? I mean, the plant is an alien too, but what if it's sapient? The schedule was cleared instantly, so that we could find a way to see the insides of it more clearly. We considered MRT, but that would require a large construction project. The idea came from one of our junior staff: the sound would be our friend yet again. The Specimen's body, apart from the shell, consists of water, mostly, just like human's. And water is a great medium for sound. Ultrasonography is used to inspect human's insides, so why not the Specimen's? And the best part - it's easy, non-intrusive and fast. It was already late when we equipped one of our bots with sensor and let him go in the chamber. The result was tremendous - it is indeed a humanoid being inside. The thirty seconds of footage we got today was worth opening a completely separate research facility just to study it. It is humanoid, and it's moving around. I bet my bottom dollar that the humming noises we recorded were from him... her... this. Unfortunately, the Specimen didn't like to be studied for long, and our robot was pushed away, but, notably, not as hard as Mike. His ribs are doing fine, by the way. We decided not to annoy the Specimen any more this day, especially that we would not get anything new from more footage. Some guys are pulling an all-nighter today just to study everything they can about the Insider, that's what we will call the humanoid for now. I almost envy them. Day 6 So what do we know about the Insider? It's not human, that's for sure. Anatomy is too different from ours. It has a developed body (by human standards), and may very well be sapient, judging by numerous evidence I will not go into detail. It walks on two legs, that's for sure. Gender - unknown, and who knows if that race even has genders to begin with; Age - unknown, but at least as old as the Specimen, so - old. What concerns me is that it moves hectically around inside the shell, but is obviously constricted to remain in position, so we are not worried it could damage itself. The movements look like spasms or convulsions, could it be in pain? Maybe the sound of ultrasonography caused it trouble? Who knows... We have no clue. We can only hope we can figure it out. Unfortunately, there's too much stuff in the way. There seem to be other organs and tissue inside the shell, so parts of the humanoid are obstructed, and the image is poor all in all. Nothing we can do about that. On another note, we resumed our testing program today, which was postponed and shifted for the last two days. Next up was environmental research. Up until now we kept the Specimen in the environment simulating Mars, where it was found. But Mars wasn't always a bare planet with dead core and thin atmosphere. We will slowly increase air pressure, temperature and other factors to see how it will react. The main problem is the lack of any feedback from the Specimen whatsoever. If we don't touch it, he just sits there on the ground without any movement. But we found a solution. One sensor he didn't yet reject (and in fact doesn't pay any attention to it) is the sonar that records the sounds produced by the Insider. The sounds seem to be random, but they have a pretty constant pattern to them. They don't seem to ever change in intensity or speed. By monitoring them we can have some feedback. Additionally, we put on an ultrasonography sensor. While it is switched off it doesn't seem to bother the Specimen at all. We can turn it on for a few seconds from time to time, to see how the Insider is doing. The environment altering will take a few days, we are taking it slow. It's a good thing too, because we have too much data already, and not enough time and people to process it all. Days 7-11 Several days of dull reports Day 12 Ok, I think we found a sweet spot with the environment. The sound bio feedback was very helpful. As I written in the previous entries, at first we didn't get any changes at all. Our original plan was to raise the pressure to two atmospheres, and temperature to 50 degrees Celsius. However after certain numbers the sound patterns of Insider change considerably. We started lowering them back, but, again, below certain point sound patterns now change. They stay normal only at a certain sweet spot which is very close to earth's tropical conditions. Now, it's about 30 degrees Celsius in the chamber, 1 atmosphere of air pressure, and a relatively high humidity. The Specimen doesn't seem to care for light much, so we kept it at the original level that allows comfortable observation. We still wear special costumes when we go in, though, to prevent any contamination with earth's bacteria. Even though our research shows the Specimen is resilient to all kinds of bacteria ns spores, we are not ready to risk it yet. Another thing of notice is that our linguist finally arrived. And a slight problem is that it's a quite frankly very attractive 27 years old girl. Her name is Alice Steele, she's a strawberry blonde with blue eyes. No, don't think I'm against women scientists - she has a great resume and apparently a natural gift for languages, which earned her the place here at such a young age. The problem is that she's now one girl in a closed-in base with 47 heads of male staff. I wouldn't want any romance starting between colleagues, because it tends to complicate things. Let alone, I don't want to see rivalry between my men. Luckily, she seems to adapt a very professional no-nonsense attitude. She's polite and sweet, but doesn't give affectionate signals to anyone, which is good, I think. For now, we will just continue working. Days 13-47 More dull reports. Day 48 Ok, today was the first day of complete quarantine lift in the chamber. The Specimen was introduced to all possible bacteria and coped perfectly with them. Now we can stop wearing biohazard suits when we go in the chamber, and of course I couldn't resist going inside and touching it with my bare hand. The vines, we call them tentacles now, by the way, feel slick and squishy to the touch, and the specimen ignores when you touch them completely. The shell feels slightly warm now, and as I touched it the specimen began to tremble a bit, so I decided to evacuate to safety right away. Still, I'm the first man to touch an alien with my bare hand. Yay! It's a success! Day 49 It's a disaster. An Emergency. Ok, I admit we were careless, and I hold full responsibility for what happened. At first the day was going as normal, we had staff going in to take a few measurements, and the Specimen behaved just like we were used to. Our big problem is that we relaxed and forgot just how fast and strong the tentacles can be. The problem occurred as soon as the team with Dr. Steele entered the room. The tentacles began to move, and I know I should have ordered an immediate evac, but we didn't expect it at all. The tentacles barely moved these past months, and it was always one or two at a time to remove the annoyance. This time they all came to life. I was so fascinated that hesitated just for a few seconds, and that was enough. The tentacles shot for the door and grabbed Miss Alice, then dragged her to the Specimen, as she screamed. After that, the specimen became unusually violent and the guys who tried to get close to release her were all slapped back like flies. So now the situation stands as follows: Dr. Steele is being held in the chamber, and we have not the slightest idea what to do. A tentacle is wrapped around her waist and right arm, and she can't seem to be able to free herself. Otherwise, she's fine for now, although, naturally, scared to death. She's not in pain, and the Specimen doesn't seem to take any more actions for now. As for us, we have no fucking clue what to do. We tried to send a robot in, but it was crushed as it approached Miss Steele. I send a report to the head center asking for advice. I think the best solution would be to restrain the tentacles and free her at once, but we would need additional equipment to do so. Day 49, entry 2 Update on the status. It's late evening now, and the situation has not changed. Dr. Steele will have to spend her night in the chamber, unfortunately, and we are still waiting for an answer from above. She's getting hungry and thirsty. All we could do is giving her some water with a well-aimed sprinkler; we can't get anything to approach the specimen for now. I guess I should write that Miss Alice had other needs too, naturally. Toilet needs. We can't risk losing sight of her, so I ordered to do all she needs to do in plain sight. Don't think I enjoy that kind of thing though. Clearly, she was embarrassed and red to the roots of her hair, but nature won and she did it. Now we have some golden rain and scat porn, ha-ha. It's not a funny joke... Day 50 I can't believe it. I simply can't. They are actually going forward with it. They discarded Dr. Steele just like that. In the morning I received a very long letter describing our course of action. The bottom line is, we find a way to sustain Miss Alice and feed her, but we are to leave her in the chamber and observe what the Specimen does. It does nothing at all for now, but for the science Dr. Steele was re-described from staff member to experiment material. It makes me sick a bit, and what's worse - the scientist part of me actually agrees. I try to shut it deep inside, but I must admit, I want to know what happens next. The higher-ups decided that this is a unique opportunity to study Specimen's behavior and learn a lot about it. And if I think of it dispassionately, I have to agree. There's no way we can study its behavior if it does nothing, and apart from removing annoyances, it's the first action the Specimen took. For the past 6 weeks it was just sitting there motionless, and there's only so much the sensors and probes can yield us. I didn't have a heart to tell poor girl she will not be saved. For now, she thinks we are preparing to rescue her. Maybe in a day the Specimen will release her and she'll be safe. I don't believe it, but who knows? I couldn't bring myself to crush her hope just like that... We found a way to approach her and get her some food. The key is speed, you have to move really slow. It took 10 hours for a robot to cross 10m distance, but it got her some food and a health monitor that she is to wear on her shoulder at all times now. Day 51 Today things started to progress. The Specimen is now slowly researching Dr. Steele with one tentacle. It basically just lightly prods her here and there once every few minutes. Poor girl is almost hysterical already, but there's nothing we can do. We observe. There was a loud debate about if we should listen to the higher ups. Some of the men said that we can't leave her in there, and as a human being I agree. But you got to understand our position here. Basically, we are trapped in the facility with this thing just like Alice, although we are not being held by tentacles. It's not like you can quit from something like this. And what I fear is that we are actually expendable. Even if we rise against this cruel decision, there's nothing we can do. We would be removed from the experiment, and other researches will take our place. I had a lengthy talk with Alice this evening. I lied to her again. I reassured her to hold together. The girl is exhausted, I can see. She has dark circles under her eyes, her hair and clothes are in disarray. She had to sleep half-standing for two nights now, because the Specimen won't let her sink to the ground. We continue to observe. Day 52 The studying of the specimen became more intrusive. Now a tentacle constantly searches Miss Alice's body, and I can only begin to imagine how disgusting that would feel. She cried a lot today, but se mixed some sedatives in her food, and she got a bit quieter in the evening. She began asking for help a lot, asking us to hurry up with the rescue, and it breaks my heart to hear it. The tentacles know no shame. They tug on her clothes and try to slide underneath them. They inspected under her skirt, which produced nothing but uncontrollable sobs from Dr. Steele. Her whole body is covered with some sort of slime now, and she got sick with her dinner because of it. The slime is in her hair, on her hands, on her mouth. The food got covered in slime very fast, and I can tell you that it has the foulest smell. It's light, tolerable at first, and you even barely notice it. But it nags on your subconscious constantly and after an hour you can't stand it. It's no wonder she's doing so badly. Stress, exhaustion - she's almost broken already. And one of these days I need to tell her that help is not coming. Day 53 The staff woke me up early this morning, there are changes. The tentacle still keeps covering Miss Alice with goo, just like the day before, but we noticed her clothes are starting to dissolve under it. Pantyhose went first, and closer to the evening she's basically covered with rugs, not clothes anymore. The Specimen She noticed, of course. She's crying and begging us to hurry, and all I could say to her is that we are doing all we can. We ARE doing all we can, which is nothing. Alice refused food today, she's constantly sick. Luckily, the goo doesn't seem to hurt her. Even the drops that get in her eyes doesn't seem to irritate them. Yet this thing eats on her clothes like crazy. The samples we got show that the slime is full of cells that attack any matter except Miss Alice's DNA. What that means is - the Specimen has a purpose. Even if not mind, it clearly can take steps to its goal, the first of which is getting her naked. I have to get some sleep, it is 3 AM already. I would say that I can't sleep, but I'm so exhausted, that I actually can. Day 54 The clothes are gone, and the searching tentacle too, which is a small relief. No one believes this is the end, but at least Alice got a few hours of peace now. She has a nice body, I must admit, and she's not shy anymore. After what she went through, the lack of clothes is the least of her worries, I guess. By the evening the slime has completely dried out and evaporated without a trace, which allowed Alice to take some food, first food for two days now. We will continue to monitor the situation. Day 55 This is amazing. I wouldn't have noticed myself, but apparently Alice's scar is gone. Records show that she had appendicitis surgery in her early teens, and now the scar is gone, which she confirmed herself. It seems that regenerative benefits of Specimen's cells are somehow passed onto her. We asked Alice to bite her arm as an experiment, and she reluctantly agreed. Poor girl managed to get a bite deep enough after a few attempts, so we can now see what happens. Needless to say, this discovery alone can change medicine forever. If only we could understand how this mechanism worked... On another note, we are noticing a strange flower bud-like thing on one of Specimen's tentacles. We will continue to observe. I told Alice she has to hold out just a little bit longer. God forgive me... Day 56 They woke me up at 4:37. The flower bud popped and was moving towards Alice. I put my robe right over my pajamas and rushed to the control center, from where we observe the Chamber. Inside the flower there appeared to be three smaller, very thin and long tentacles, which were moving much faster than their larger counterparts. They were now searching Alice's body again, her other arm pulled away by another large tentacle, and the poor girl was going absolutely nuts, screaming and begging us to do something. The tentacle prodded her navel and seemed to inspect it thoroughly. Then the flower bud went up, to her breasts, and took some time examining them. Squeezing everywhere it could, prodding and pulling her nipples. She was already crying and sobbing uncontrollably when it went to her face. I cringe just remembering that. "Do shomefing, pleashe shtop it!" - she begged through clenched teeth as one of the tentacles slid behind her lips and examined the mouth behind her cheeks, - "Pleashe Help me!!". After that Alice was reduced to whining miserably and groaning, moaning in pain as tentacles went down first her ears. I can't imagine how bad it feels to have something crawling down your ears all the way to the eardrums. Probably just as bad, as a tentacle going down one nostril and exiting via the other. All we could do is watch as it slid back and wend down deeper through the nose, causing a gag reflex eventually, as it reached soft palate. As if waiting for this to happen, the remaining two tentacles slid down her mouth, down her throat, causing Alice to gag and cough and struggle in agony. Her moans turned to anguished gurgling as we watched, unable to help her in any way. We were silently observing as her body gave in and she urinated in agony and fear. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the flower bud was satisfied with examining her face. But the torture wasn't anywhere near over yet. As Dr. Steele caught her breath, spitting the remains of vomit from her mouth, the flower went down her back and to her pelvis. We all knew what's going to happen. The anguished scream pierced the room, as the close-up camera view showed us that three tentacles were just enough to go down her anus, vagina and urethra simultaneously. "Stephens!! Do something!!" - she yelled at me, through tears - "Please, it's gone way too far!! Please!" Perhaps the shock of what I saw, or her addressing her plea to me directly, made me finally gather up courage to say, quietly: "We can't..." "What do you mean you can't?" - she sobbed, - "Do SOMETHING!!" "Alice we can't save you. We have orders. I hate it, but you are staying in, and what happens - happens. Sorry, my girl." She went absolutely still and silent for a few seconds, even despite the flower searching her crotch. And then, the scream... the wail. Almost non-human, a howl of a cornered animal, it still resonates in my ears, it seems. "CURSE YOU!!" - she screamed moments later, and started crying hysterically. Nothing I could say could have helped her, so I said nothing. Day 57 Alice refused food and water today. And the Specimen did not attempt to do something to her most of the day, although we notice two more flower buds growing. We can only guess what it will be this time. The morale at the facility is low as ever, some fight it by working themselves to death, but others are spacing out, and I have to make them work. They look at me with disgust, but we have to keep working if we want Alice's sacrifice to mean something at least. And then, who knows, maybe we will find a way to help her. In the evening, however, the flower started moving again, barely noticing Alice's kicking and screaming. It didn't seem to be interested with her face this time, but concentrated first on her breasts, taking over half an hour to examine them more thoroughly. Eventually, it found a way to make her lactate drops of milk by squeezing and pulling on a nipple, and seemed to be satisfied with the result, as it moved to her crotch after milking her for a few minutes. Alice was exhausted already from struggling, and she didn't eat nor drink this day, so the strength left her and she allowed the plant to harass her. I thought it would do the same thing as yesterday, but this time the Specimen took a gentler approach. It first penetrated Alice's urethra a few times, eventually making her to urinate. That seemed enough, so the tentacles went for her vagina, examining every part of it thoroughly. Alice sobbed quietly as the tentacles did their work. Eventually, the Specimen's tentacle found her clit, making Alice to jump moan loudly as it rubbed directly against it. That seemed to pique it's interest, as two tentacles proceeded to rub and pull her clit, making Alice's breathe faster. "Please, help me," - she begged us through tears, - "This thing is raping me, it's disgusting! Please... Please!" She kept on begging and moaning and crying, until eventually, 15 minutes later, she came loudly in front of us. The tentacles backed away instantly, and went for her anus instead. This part was not so pleasant for her. She screamed and struggled as one meter-long tentacle continued to sink deeper and deeper inside her. "Help!! Aaah!!~~ It's in my belly, it hurts!!" - our poor girl screamed, - "Please, make it stop!" Watching her agony, I decide that something should be done. At the very least, she shouldn't feel alone. Call it stupid or mean, or even hypocrisy, but I asked her: "Alice, please talk to me..." "Fuck you!! Ahh!" "Alice, please describe what is happening now?" - I know, stupid, but I got to get her talking somehow and I doubt weather topic would be welcome. "Why should I help you? You sons of bitches!" "The more we know about it the better we can figure out a way to help you" - I try to reason. "Good job so far!" - she spits, groaning. But after a pause, she actually starts talking, "It's, like, going up my ass as far as it can reach... Argh!! It hurts!" - she sobs, - "It feels like someone is pulling on my intestines, like there's a big worm inside me!! It's a torture! Please, help me, Please!! Oh, I beg you, please!" She gives up and starts sobbing uncontrollably again. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the tentacle starts to pull out, much faster than it entered, and Alice is once again thrashing in agony. "It hurts so bad!!" - she cries, - "Please, someone! Do something!! I'm gonna die here!" I'm not a violent man. I can't watch a girl suffer like that with a cold heart. But what can I do? Day 58 Another flower bud has bloomed today, and we had a "pleasure" to witness what it does first hand. Unlike all previous tentacles, this one is not for probing, but for a purpose, and how sick of a purpose that is! It seems that anything the Specimen does serves to enhance the misery of poor Dr. Steele. So, as I said before, Alice refused to take food and water after she found out that her predicament is not going to end anytime soon. That's a natural reaction. We were worried for her well-being, of course, and health monitor that is still attached to her shoulder showed extremely low blood sugar and severe dehydration. She actually fainted yesterday not long before the Specimen finished with her. This was a problem, and we were searching for a solution. Well, not anymore. What emerged from a flower bud was yet another tentacle, but this was shaped like a tube, and was almost transparent. This didn't bode well for Alice, and she knew that as she tried to back away from the new device as it approached her with scary slowness that inherent to most Specimens' movements. It was futile, of course. We watched in horror as the first flower, the one with small tentacles, grabbed her head and forced her mouth open. As she screamed and sobbed, the new "tube" tentacle went down her throat deep enough to reach stomach directly, and white thick fluid started slowly pouring down. As poor girl thrashed before our eyes, trying in vain to break free, gagging and muffled screams made every man in the room cringe with disgust. Thus, Alice was force fed today. We managed to get a sample of what it was, as the girl vomited half of it when the tube retracted, and it seems to be a very nutritional soup, rich with sugars and protein. It's safe to eat, actually, but it'd be hard to get someone to gobble it voluntarily. Problem is, it's basically a white sweet slime with an odd organic taste. I know, because my curiosity got on top of me and I tried it. If you try not to think of what it is, the taste is odd, but not really bad as per se. If I have to compare it, I'd say it tastes like flour mixed with sugar and milk, and then made into a thick kissel. Anyway, Alice's sugar and water levels are fine now. Not that anyone's particularly happy about it, but that's one problem solved. We are really worried about her mental health, however, and it's not something the Specimen could force-feed into her. Alice is a real broken mess now. I only wish I could help her somehow. Day 59 In the morning I got reports that the Specimen made Alice to cum again late this night, and he did it to her twice more today. Somehow, the thing really likes to make her orgasm, but we can't explain why. Surely, it can't get sexual pleasure out of its victim cumming, can it? She cries every time and begs us to help her. Other than that, Alice was fed two more times today, it happens roughly every 11 hours. She's starting to get used to it, as she didn't vomit the last portion. We also notice two more flower buds growing, and the one that we noticed previously is quite large already, but doesn't seem to pop yet. The bite that Alice gave herself two days ago has healed completely today. That is way too fast for a human being. It's something in her blood, because there was no slime covering her this time. We will try to take a sample tomorrow, because health monitor can't do that for us. The Specimen now moved Alice closet to itself, so she's pinned spread-eagle at its side. Perhaps, it got tired of her struggling too much. There's one thing that is bugging me though. It's the Insider - a humanoid inside the specimen. It doesn't show any signs of change in behavior no matter what is happening currently. We monitor it periodically, and we can't notice any pattern changes in sounds or movements. Surely, it has to react somehow? Day 60 We managed to obtain Alice's blood sample. As soon as we did, though, the specimen kicked the robot away. It's like it felt the slightest sting the probe did inflict on Alice. Perhaps there is the key to understand Specimen's obsession with making Alice orgasm. Perhaps their nerves are somehow connecting, and it feels what she feels, her pleasure included? Anyway, that's speculation. We retrieved the probe with her blood. It turns out that the same cells that populated the slime now populate Alice's blood directly. They attack any cell that is not hers, effectively protecting Alice from any virus or bacteria. Also we noticed that these strange cells rebuild damaged red cells in her blood. That is probably the source behind her regeneration. We created a special group that will busy themselves with finding a way to make this cells respond to other DNA, apart from hers. The Specimen and Alice are now fallen into a routine. He keeps her fed, and occasionally brings her to orgasm. Seems to be getting better at it too, she reports that this acts do not cause pain anymore, like they used to. And yes, we managed to persuade Alice to cooperate with us. She still hates us with passion, I think, but she has no choice. Only we can help her, so she tells us any observation she can make. For example, today she noticed that having to cum several times a day doesn't exhaust her like she would have guessed it would. Interesting. She still can't take it much longer, I fear. She's in emotional disarray, and cries a lot, and I don't blame her. Poor thing is being raped there, all alone, and we do nothing but watch her suffering. Day 61 Just when things seem to calm down, they get wrong again. The two small flower buds popped today, and they turned out to be devious. Just imagine a kind of triangle thing roughly the size of man's palm. It can cup inwards to kind of grab an object. The insides seem yellow and soft, but in the middle of it, three thin long needles stick out, roughly 3cm long each. These were meant for Alice's breasts. She has a nice B+ breasts, round and full, every man's dream. Well, they fit perfectly in these cups I described before, and you can guess where the needles go. That's right - they pierce through the skin right around the nipple and go deep into the breast. Needless to say, that causes unbearable pain, and the shrieks of Alice, as the cups went on, still resonate in my head. She seemed to have calmed down a bit yesterday - well, today she more than made up for it. She kept wailing and sobbing the whole day, and, apparently, the things start squeezing on her breasts every time the Specimen is trying to make her cum, making the needles move and cause more suffering for her. This is a sorry sight. Blood is streaming from underneath the cups and down her body. In the evening, the Specimen seemed to leave her alone, but she still complains about agonizing pain, especially if she tries to move. I fear she will not get to sleep this night. Can I get to sleep tonight? I don't know. The pictures of Dr. Steele's agony is too fresh in my mind, and her continuous pleas for help echo in my mind. "I'll do anything! Please! Save me, Please!! It hurts so bad... Please..." Day 62 Let us hope that yesterday was as bad as it gets. In the morning I found the devilish cups to be discarded. They lie, red with blood, limply on the ground beside Alice. I should say, that all other tentacles are kept in the air or wrapped around the specimen, so I hope that the ground is the place where discarded tentacles go. Alice was sleeping half a day today. She went through a lot yesterday. Her breasts look like a mess, but the scars are already healing. She's covered in her own dry blood. This scene is making me wonder, what are we doing? We, humans, are ready to let this girl suffer "in the name of science". Surely, there may have been another way? I filed a request to reconsider leaving Alice in there several times already, and I filed one yesterday too with a thorough description of what happened. The answer is always the same though. The worrying thing is the two new flower buds that started to grow today. A replacement for the cups? I sure hope not. The real problem is the large bud that is still growing. After yesterday, I fear to imagine what it may hold inside. It's strange how the Specimen backed away from its plan. It's even more strange, that today it didn't harass her sexually, as if giving Alice time to rest. If my theory is correct, it may, indeed, feel her pleasure or pain, and yesterday left it with a need for rest too. There's no way to confirm it, though, and I fail to see how it would help even if there was one. Day 63 The big flower bud finally popped, and at first it looked like a balloon filled with liquid. We couldn't see an implement for it at first. Some speculated it may be another type of food for Alice, that will be rich with vitamins. Others seemed to agree that this may be a fruit, a start of a new Specimen, because the round form of it was similar to the shell of the main Specimen. We were all wrong. The balloon was slowly deflating, and it took it several hours to be gone completely. I even thought that that would be the last we see from it, but that was, of course, not the case. The flower descended to Alice and we saw, that a very thin, almost as thin as a straw, tentacle is in the middle of it. The tentacle then went up her vagina. "Alice, what is it doing? Can you feel anything?" "Um... Not really..." - she shrugged. Now that was unexpected. All the implements before that caused some kind of agony or torture for Dr. Steele, but this time it was different? We got our answer a few hours later. "Um, guys?" - she called. She hardly ever initiated any dialogue now, so I jumped to the microphone at double speed. "Yes? What?" "I think it's growing inside me." "What? Like, in your vagina?" "No... Like, in my belly," - she said, - "I'm scared..." And that was it. We discussed it, and came to the conclusion that that a thin tentacle found its way through cervix into uterus, where babies normally grow during pregnancy, and there it started to inflate again. For today, it didn't cause Alice more than a lot of anxiety and discomfort, thankfully there was no real pain... yet. We all saw how big that thing was in the beginning, and we do not know how large or fast it will grow inside of her. At least for now, it seems to be growing very slowly. Day 64 It's growing too fast. Her belly grows much too fast. By the end of the second day after insertion of a new flower, she looks like a pregnant woman at 20 weeks. The uterus shouldn't be able to stretch this fast, but, then again, scars shouldn't heal in two days as well. Her breasts look almost normal now, and she got washed from blood (by being covered in more slime for the day). Alice is flat out panicking. And I can understand her very well. The only thing to comfort her is that it is probably not going to be a baby, because it's a balloon filled with liquid, basically. When I said it, I heard a lot of new and exciting things about myself from her. The Specimen The Specimen has resumed his orgasm obsession today, adding to her misery even more. She's hysterical, that unfortunate girl, and we don't really have any kind of psychotherapist on the tem to calm her down. And if I look at the chart I see that it is slowly decreasing the time between orgasms. We have yet another two buds growing now, which brings the number up to 4. I wonder, what are those? Do I want to know? No. The two breast flowers are rotting in the ground now. They got detached from the main body last night. Day 65 Her Belly looks like she's ready to give birth any moment. Luckily, it stopped growing. The new breast attachments, as I feared, have grown. But to the collective relief of all of us, most of all, Alice, of course - they don't have needles now. Instead, there are large suckers in the centre of each of them. Suckers are littered with small flat teeth-like spikes, but they don't cause Alice nearly as much pain as the last ones. She said they irritate her a lot when they start to suck, which happens every two hours or so, but it's bearable. She also said they help her cum faster, which is actually good, considering that she's still disgusted by tentacles going inside her vagina. After orgasm, the Specimen backs away immediately, so the faster she reaches climax - the less time the torture lasts. Tears still fall down her cheeks, when things get too sexual, but at least it's not hysterical uncontrollable sobbing anymore. Dr. Steele also made an interesting observation today. It's been over two weeks of her predicament already, and she said she never feels boredom. She didn't think of it before, being too busy enduring her daily tortures and misery, but come to think of it, she's still spending hours upon hours doing nothing at all, just hanging in there, spread-eagled. And she's not bored in the least. The hours pass by, she says, and it doesn't bother her. It surely is an odd side effect. She doesn't feel any muscle stiffness too, although she stays almost completely immobile. Overall, this seemed like a relatively quiet day. Day 66 Another flower popped, and oddly enough, it was, again, not that bad. It looked like a rather large long rigid object. It was made to fit the girl's anus, but turned up too large, so the Specimen actually struggled fitting it in. Alice squirmed and thrashed as the tentacle was pushed hard against her anus, and started begging us through tears to help her again, but eventually the insert took its place, and she calmed down. She barely defecates these days, because the goo she's being fed is mostly liquid anyway, so we don't expect problems in this department for now. As for the purpose of a new tentacle, we don't have a clue. It doesn't seem to do much, except sitting in her anus and making her life ever more miserable. Later, in the evening, I decided to find out if she's feeling alright. "It's too big!" - she complained miserably, - "It's pretty bad..." "Does it hurt?" "It does, but it's tolerable as long as it doesn't move." "Do you feel it doing anything at all?" "No, it just sits there... I want it out so bad right now... I want out so bad..." - she sniffed, - "I want to go home..." She also complained about the lack of sleep lately. She doesn't feel physically tired, though, but for someone used to sleeping every night, this proved to be a mental challenge. She mainly misses dreams, and being able to rest for a few straight hours, she said, but the Specimen keeps waking her up. It operates on an odd schedule, completely oblivious to night and day cycle. And with addition of breast pads, something happens every two hours or less. At least she's not panicked anymore, but her eyes are still constantly red from tears. Day 67 Well, as I said before, after any clearing always comes a storm, and it hits Alice with double force than before. The day started with deflating of her belly, which was considered a good thing by most of the observers. I wasn't so sure, because I already learned that nothing the Specimen does to Alice, ever is done for her benefit. Unfortunately, I was right. Closer to the evening the girl's belly was fully deflated, and her belly looked now just like after giving birth, which is: a little big bigger than normal, and looking very squishy. The inflating tentacle was removed from her vagina and immediately fell to the ground, where previous breast-cup tentacles have already almost decomposed. Just as some of the team exhaled, the next flower bud popped. What can I say? It looks remotely like a penis. A large one, but not too big to fit in our Alice. As she saw it, she started crying and pleading for help instantly, but by that time everyone learned to ignore her, the cruel bastards that we were. As it slowly descended, Alice fought her restraints to close her legs, but to no avail. How much agony can one human being withstand? I remember thinking that as the tentacle started it's punishing rhythm, pounding the girls pussy like it wanted to pierce her through. "Please, stop it! Please, help me! Save me, anyone!!" whined Alice in between moaning and panting. Come to think of it, she keeps begging for help like she actually have hope. It should be clear to her by now we are not helping, yet her pleading didn't cease since day 1. Odd. Alice came loudly, and the pounding stopped for a few seconds. As her body shook in ecstasy, her face became a mask of horror, and we saw white fluid dripping from between her legs. "Oh my god, It's cumming inside me! Save me, please!! Save me... I don't want!!... PLEASE!" I thought it would be the end, but the fucking resumed, now a bit of "semen" dripping from girl's vagina every time the tentacle went deeply in. Still, her reactions are off, if you ask me. For someone who was tortured and abused for the last two weeks, she reacts far too much to the sight of a dick-shaped tentacle. I can't figure out what exactly, I'll need a shrink to do that. Alice came again, her body convulsing in an enormous orgasm, and the tentacle acted just as before, cumming with her simultaneously. Is it that much connected to her? No, I shouldn't concentrate on that. The Specimen doesn't mind her pain, really, it regularly inflicts pain and discomfort upon her. Then what? Does it need her orgasms for something else? I should discuss it with the team. She came one more time. "Please!... I can't take it anymore, PLEASE save me!!" Hmm... Her belly seems bigger now. And as I thought this, one of the staff noticed it too. Then it's not my imagination. It's filling up her womb with something. First it stretched it, and now it's filling it up. The poor girl is covered in sweat now, barely noticing anything at all, and yet she keeps begging us to intervene. I'll need a shrink. I can get one anytime, it's strange I didn't think of it before. A male, though. I'm not risking another girl here. And so it continued. Tears, begging, cumming, filling up her belly. Over and over. After about an hour, a brutal scene finally came to a conclusion. Small side-tentacles that were curled up all this time at the base of the "penis" tentacle untwined, and wrapped tightly around Alice's hips and waist. These looked very much like plant tendrils, used for grabbing onto objects for support. They tightened, making Alice moan loudly, and the main tentacle detached itself from a base of the "dick" flower, leaving it in her vagina like a plug, held safely in place by tendrils. As it did so, Alice finally collapsed, exhausted, and either fainted or fallen asleep. Even breast cups, which chose that very moment to start sucking vigorously on her breasts, didn't wake her. We held a committee that night, discussing what to do next. We deployed a robot to grab up samples of whatever fluid Alice got herself filled up with. There was plenty of it, pooling at her feet on the ground, as large amounts gushed from her vagina while it was penetrated. Somehow, no one seemed to doubt it. We will witness a birth of a new Specimen. Day 68 I instructed my team to wake me up when Alice wakes up, but I had a full night's sleep. Or, at least, a full night of tossing and turning in my bed. Unable to take it any longer, I dressed up and was at my work place by 8 AM - the start of my working hours. Not that we have a thing like working hours anymore, seeing how random the Specimen is in its actions. Alice was beyond herself with hysteria that day. She couldn't calm down no matter what. The shrink I requested (urgently) was due to arrive shortly, but he wasn't there yet. "How do you feel?" I asked her just to keep her talking. "Why don't you come down here and switch places with me?!" - she almost screamed at me. Alice seemed like she wanted to continue that line, but the Specimen choose this very moment to force feed her, so instead of her angry outbreak we had to listen to more gagging and gurgling - a sound I already got accustomed to. "I feel full," she said weakly after she caught her breath, "My asshole is stuffed and it's killing me, my pussy is stuffed with dick since yesterday, my belly is filled up with..." - she sobbed and started crying again, but continued through tears, - "... with whatever that thing put inside me, and now my stomach is so full I feel like puking. How do you think I feel, huh? Please, save me. Please? I'll do whatever you want, I'll be your fucking slave to the rest of my life if you help me. Please, I beg you! Anyone!!" - her voice is trembling and I don't know what to say to her. "I can't take this kind of existence anymore. Or just kill me..." - she added almost dreamily. And of course, I couldn't do any of it. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but in the end she stopped listening to me, and just wept quietly. Day 69 The shrink arrived today. His name is Mr. Trevis, and I already don't like him. That's right, not "Doctor Travis", not a "Professor", but "Mister". It's not a kind of man you go to, when you need someone to listen to your problems. It's a kind of man who will know your problems even if you don't go to him at all. He's very silent, and I think he's a military. To top it all, he doesn't want to speak to Alice to make her feel better - he says that "for now" he's going to observe. Going back to Dr. Steele, something has changed in the pattern of a Specimen. It's making her orgasm way more, than it used to, and it doesn't always stop at one climax too. It's using only clitoral stimulation now, as her vagina is still plugged tight. Alice is a mess, and there's only so much I can say to cheer her up. What can anyone say to cheer her up in her predicament? With every new rape she bursts into tears, starts begging us to help her and screaming. Really, I think she should have gotten used to it a bit by now. Which brings me back to this observation... It doesn't seem normal, the way she's acting. I shared it with Mr. Trevis right away, but he didn't say anything. He spent the entire day in the control room, watching old videos. Of course, we film everything, 24/7. The results of "semen" study arrived. It's not really semen though. Originally we thought it may be something like sperm, but it isn't. In fact, this is some kind of a soup made up of the Specimen's cells. They are not structured, not connected into tissue, but just float around in juice. We can't make anything more out of it. Other than that, it's another rather uneventful day. Day 70 This day was just like the last one: no changes in the Specimen's behavior. Mr. Trevis still won't talk to Alice, but he made me ask her questions today. He insisted we wait for Specimen to start raping her. "Why do you cry, Alice?" - I ask softly, as she is moaning and trembling in front of us, as tentacles work their thing on her crotch. "Why do you think, moron?!" - her tongue is sharp as ever. "Describe it." - I push on. "Because I'm being made to cum against my will by an ugly disgusting tentacle monster!" - is the answer. "But don't you get used to it?" - Exactly the question I've been asking myself for a few days now. "There's no getting used to it! How can you get used to it!? Each time it's as disgusting as the first time!! Help me, please!! Please, I'll do whatever you want, just SAVE ME!" - she starts sobbing loudly again, and then cums loudly. This time the Specimen backs away, letting her rest. I can't bring myself to talk more to her, so I turn the microphone off. "There, I asked her," - I say. "Yes, thank you." - Mr. Trevis's voice is soft and quiet, but there's not a glint of pity in his eyes. "Care to share your observations?" - I asked him. "Why not? My guess is - she lacks coping mechanisms right now." "Isn't crying a coping mechanism?" - I actually don't know much about it. "Short-term, yes. But she's in it for how long now? Three weeks? Crying is effective for a few days, not weeks". "So what's up?" - I asked head on. Mr. Trevis puts away the document he was working on and goes into full-on lecture mode. I feel like a student again. "Look, normally when something bad happens repeatedly, there are two main mechanisms that your mind adapts to cope with it. First, you get used to it. That's natural. Human being can get used to anything. I trained spies to get used to much harder torture than she is enduring right now, it's a child's play, frankly." "She's a girl, not a spy!" - I snap. "She's human. Girl, boy, soldier or civilian. We are all the same in the core," - he waves my argument away dismissively, - "We all feel the same pain, get stressed the same." "But she said there's no getting used to it" "Exactly. But not because the predicament is too cruel, is what I think. She simply can't. It's like she's mentally stuck at Day 1. She said it's every time like the first time, remember? And I think that's what it actually feels like to her. Every time is emotionally just like the first time. Her memory is perfectly fine, but her emotional state is stuck behind. That's why the tears. That's why she's still begging for help although she knows full well it's not coming. Because I think she still experiences hope to be saved, even though her knowledge says differently, her emotions insist it is the case, and in the situation of stress emotions always win over mind. I can see it in her eyes. She hopes, poor little thing that she is." "That sounds pretty awful..." - The only thing I could say back then. "That it does, but there's a second mechanism too. Normally, the brain shuts off the pain. Closes in on itself. To put it simple, human being can go mad for protection. A little bit or a lot, reversible or not. That's what our mind does to protect itself. Everyone changes under stress, but she doesn't. She's still fully aware of her surroundings, alert to everything that happens. She doesn't have any sign of going mad, and I think that she actually can't. This may be due to the regenerative ability she has, I can only speculate. All in all, she doesn't have mechanisms to adapt to her predicament long-term and cope with it, that's why she just keeps experiencing everything to the fullest. Too bad for her." Upon saying that, Trevis went silent again, drinking his coffee calmly. "Can we help her in any way? You are a shrink, don't you?" "I don't like the word 'shrink', thank you. But did you listen to me? No, we can't help, or at least I don't know how. Any normal girl I cold calm down, help her pull through all of it. But whatever I say basically will simply fly right past her, because she will still feel and experience it like she does now." And that was that. We can't help her. Day 71 Today not one, but two notable things happened, so I will describe them both. First thing in the morning, Alice complained through barely controllable sobs that there's something moving around in her belly. We were waiting for that day to come sooner or later, and as everything with the Specimen, it happened fast. We can't see how it looks like, there's no way to inspect Alice's body, and the Bio Monitor on her shoulder is almost useless to us. The other thing is very unfortunate in many ways. Alice tried to commit suicide by biting her tongue off. She couldn't get it right; actually, I think most people wouldn't be able to. The Specimen went haywire nevertheless, we haven't seen it so agitated since the first day it captured Alice. Bottom line: it kept her alive. And made sure such attempt won't happen again, so right now Alice can't talk to us. The specimen is holding her mouth constantly open, and all she can do now is moan helplessly, as it continues making her orgasm just as it used to. Also, another flower bud started sprouting. Whatever that thing is, it is intelligent, which frightens the living shit out of me. Day 72 This time, the flower bloomed really fast. Inside was a tentacle that went into Alice's mouth, curled in a ring and hardened there, turning into a kind of ring-gag, keeping her mouth open constantly. The material looks really similar to what the shell of the Specimen is made of, so there's no chance of it breaking. Unfortunately, Alice will not be able to communicate to us now, other than by shaking her head and groaning. "So much for a suicide attempt," - said Mr. Trevis matter-of-factly. "I thought you said she's stuck mentally in day 1?" - I inquired, - "So how come she's attempting a suicide now?" "Emotionally, not mentally. Her memory works fine, and this was her logical decision. She knows that for her everything's bound to keep going from bad to worse, that's what her experience is telling. She may be emotionally unable to cope, but she can think straight. Yesterday the amount of negative knowledge reached a critical point for her, and she judged it would be best to take an easy way out of it." "So something we say to her CAN affect her condition. If we reassure her..." "Can you? Can you really give her any hope? I can't. For what we know, she may be living her last hours right now. What if it ends like in the Alien movie, and the thing growing inside her eats the way out in a few hours through her intestines? We don't know what's going to happen in a few MINUTES, what can you possibly tell her to give Alice any hope? Be sure to tell me, if you have any ideas." I couldn't argue. There really is no way out for her that I see right now. Day 73 Something unexpected happened today. The Specimen stopped paying attention to Alice entirely. It didn't make her orgasm even once today, and even the breast pads seem to be quiet. Knowing how things go here, I feel it's the calm before the storm. And it's unusually calm today. Just after dinner, Alice attracted out attention. She can't speak for good now. "What's wrong?" Unintelligible groans and moans. "Is it about your belly?" - I ask, knowing deep down that it is. Alice Nods "Does it hurt?" Alice shrugs, then shakes her head. "Do you feel it?" Nods animatedly "Is it moving?" Nods. "A lot?" Nods and moans. "We can do nothing but wait, Alice. Keep it together, it will soon be over." Alice starts crying again, groaning and moaning unintelligibly. What else can I add? I feel like soon we will have two alien life forms on our hands. Day 74 Once again, I'm pulled out of bed in the middle of the night today. In the corridor on my way to the control center, I bump into Mr. Trevis. "What's up?" - he inquires, yawning. "Seems like the 'baby' finally showed up."