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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      His_Dark_Materials_-_Philip_Pullman
  Relationship:
      Original_Female_Character/Original_Male_Character
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      Published: 2013-02-24 Chapters: 4/? Words: 3346
****** Unconventional Experimentation ******
by Amethystia
Summary
     Jessie Lynn and her daemon were always in a hurry to grow up. When
     the Father President of the Consistorial Court of Discipline takes a
     liking to her and gives her a home, her daemon has already settled.
     She is only 14 but the Father President has plans for her.
Notes
     This is my first His Dark Materials Fic. Please be warned that it is
     strange and is rated M for a reason. If you are offended by sexual
     content, incest, pedophilia or prostitution do not read this story.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jessie Lynn and her daemon, Nealan, were walking down a crowded street. Jessie
was 14 years old and Nealan had settled as a morning dove. His pearly grey
feathers shone in the early morning sun. Unknown to Jessie or Nealan a man was
watching them. This man was Father President Hugh McPhail of the Consistorial
Court of Discipline. Father McPhail had been observing this girl for several
weeks now. He had an experiment in mind and she was the perfect candidate for
it. He wasn’t going to tell anyone about it yet, for it wasn’t exactly
conventional. His plan was to first capture the girl, then he would worry about
making her cooperate. It seemed she was an orphan and he was sure if he offered
her a home, she would do whatever he wanted.
Suddenly Nealan swivelled his head around and stared at Father McPhail. Jessie
whispered, “What is it, Neal?” Then she followed his gaze and saw the man
Nealan was staring at. She saw him watching her. She went up to him.
“Excuse me, sir. Why are you staring at me?” She asked him. Nealan fluttered
near her shoulder and watched the man. He smiled at her.
“Well my dear, I noticed that you don’t exactly have a home and I wanted to
offer you one.” But while he distracted her with his words, his daemon grabbed
hers. Nealan fluttered frantically. As Jessie was about to cry out Father
McPhail slapped a hand over her mouth.
“You’ll come with me without a fuss, sweetling.” He whispered to her as he
dragged her away. He stuffed her in a car and signalled the driver to drive off
to the Consistorial Court. He tied her up as she struggled. He gagged her too.
She stopped struggling but glared at him over the gag in her mouth.
“This is just a precaution, little one; I’m not going to hurt you.” He told
her.
Her eyes narrowed, but she did nothing more.
Father McPhail took this opportunity to continue, “I require you for
a…experiment, so to speak. See, I have an idea in mind, but I require a pretty,
and strong, young girl like yourself.” He explained.
She stopped glaring at him and he removed her gag so she could speak.
“An experiment? What kind of experiment?” She was intrigued; maybe she could
actually do something with her life, instead of wandering the streets, making a
penny here and a penny there.
“An unconventional experiment.” Father McPhail replied. Jessie smiled.
“I could work with that.” She said. Now it was his turn to smile. This was
easier than he thought it would be.
“Well, when we return to the Consistorial Court, where I am the Father
President. I will get you settled in some rooms adjacent to mine; we will begin
our ‘experimentation’.” He said with a chuckle. His eyes twinkled and she
smiled at him once more. Then he untied her and she didn’t struggle at all. She
just sat calmly, looking out the window.
“Father President? Why me?” The girl turned to look and Father McPhail.
Father McPhail smiled.
“Well, for several reasons really. One, you’re a street kid and no one would
miss you. Two, you’re very pretty. Three, you look very strong. And four, you
seem to have a taste for adventure and an insatiable curiosity, both very good
qualities for the experiment I have in mind.” He told.
Now Jessie seemed more interested than ever and found herself trying to figure
out what on earth this experiment could be. She wondered if she would like it.
She hoped it would be interesting at least.
Finally, the car stopped and they arrived outside a big, imposing, church-like
building.
“Is this it, Father President?” Jessie asked. Nealan sat on her shoulder and
ruffled his feathers.
“Yes, it is. Welcome to the Consistorial Court of Discipline. Your new home.”
Father McPhail smiled at her. He got out of the car and held the door open for
her. She climbed out, staring up at the building in awe.
Father McPhail led the girl through the building pointing out some things as
they went. Finally they arrived at a set of ornate double doors. A servant
opened them to reveal the most amazing room Jessie had ever seen. There was
wood paneling on the walls and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Father
McPhail went to the wall on the right hand side of the room and tapped a knot
in the wood. A section of the wall slid aside.
“Wow!” Jessie gasped, staring at the wall with her mouth hanging open. On the
other side lay a smaller, yet just as beautiful room with the biggest bed she
had ever seen. There was a book shelf on the far wall filled with books. Jessie
couldn’t wait to read some of them.
“This room is yours, my dear.” Father McPhail motioned for her to enter. It was
then she saw the magnificent wardrobe. “The wardrobe is fully stocked with
every type and colour of clothing you could imagine. It’s all yours.” He
continued. Jessie stared at him with wide eyes and ran to throw her arms around
him.
“Thank you! Thank you! I’ll do whatever you want!” She cried as she buried her
face in his shirt. She did not notice the gleam of anticipation in his eyes
that should have made her nervous. He smiled and patted her back.
“You should get a good night sleep. Our…experiment…will begin in the morning.”
He told her. She smiled up at him, then entered her room.
“Goodnight!” She called. Then he closed the wall up.
“Goodnight, indeed.” Father McPhail whispered to himself, chuckling a bit as he
walked away. A smile crept over his face.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Things are about to heat up! I’m sorry if this freaks anyone out, but
     you can’t say I didn’t warn you! Read, review and enjoy!
Jessie awoke in the amazing room and smiled to herself. She clambered out of
the huge bed, feeling well rested for the first time in ages. It had been so
long since she had slept in an actual bed. She looked at the wardrobe for a
moment before gingerly opening the doors. She gasped. The wardrobe seemed
endless! She had never seen so many clothes in her entire life. She picked out
a lilac silk dress and put it on. She found some matching shoes and tried to
remember how to get out of the room. She looked around. She could not see a
door anywhere. She frowned. Then she remembered that Father McPhail had opened
a panel in the wall to reveal this room. It was then she realized there were no
windows either. She began to wonder what he wanted her for. She ran her hands
along the walls, beginning to feel trapped and stuffy. She grew more scared
with each circuit of the room.
She began to pound her fists against the walls. She screamed as loudly as she
could, tears beginning to pour down her face. She was freaking out. But no one
came. She was alone. She collapsed onto the giant bed and began to sob. Nealan
settled on her shoulder, touching a wing tip to her cheek.
“Don’t cry, Jessie.” He whispered to her. She turned her head to look at him
and stroked his head with her fingertip.
“You’re right, Neal, I have to calm down and find a way out of here.” She
hastily wiped away her tears and stood from the bed. She circled the room
several times, running her hands along the walls, until she found a seam that
ran from the floor to the ceiling. Slowly she felt around the seam until she
pressed lightly in one place and the panel in the wall opened. She peered
cautiously out of the room. When she saw the coast was clear, she ran across to
the big double doors.
She heaved the doors open and took off down the hall, knocking down people as
she went. Nealan flew at her side. She ran up and down hallways, until she ran
smack into a man. She looked up to see a hardly surprised Father McPhail.
“Oh, Father President! I—“ She began to explain herself.
“It’s alright, my dear.” He interrupted, smiling at her. “I should not have
tried to keep you caged. One look at your daemon should have told me that. Such
a beautiful morning dove. What is his name?”
“His name is Nealan.”
“Do I detect a hint of malice in your voice? I am sorry for locking you up.
Though the fact that you managed to escape proves once again that you are
perfect for my experiment.” He gently took her arm and led her back to his
room.
Once they reached his rooms, he guided her to a beautiful couch. She sat down.
He poured her a cup of tea.
“So, I suppose you want to know what our little experiment is all about.” He
sat down in the chair across from her. “Well I am trying to build an army.”
“An army? What does that have to do with me?” Jessie asked, intrigued.
“You will be their mother.”
“Their mother?!” She exclaimed. “What do you mean?!”
“I mean that you will give birth to my entire army. It will take a long time.
But if I train them from practically the moment they are born, they will be the
strongest army known to man. With this I will defend the church and defend
God.”
Jessie sat in awe. Nealan fluttered around her head uneasily. She understood
now. And she only had one more question.
“Who will be their father?”
“I will.”
With that the girl fainted right there on the couch, seeming to slip to the
floor almost in slow motion. Nealan gave a piercing cry before he too fell
unconscious, falling slowly to the ground beside the girl. Father McPhail shook
his head. He gently picked up the girl, and her daemon, though careful not to
let any bare skin touch the daemon. He carried them to the room behind the
panel and laid them gently on the bed. The rest would have to wait until they
awoke.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Here comes chapter three. I warn you, I was in a very dark place as I
     wrote this as so I have made the main character to be. Sorry if this
     bothers anybody. But don’t worry; she gets happier towards the end.
     As usual, Read, Review and Enjoy.
The room was covered in darkness as the girl awoke once more. She sat up slowly
as she remembered her attempted escape and her subsequent conversation with
Father McPhail. For some reason she felt empty inside, like the last tendrils
of her waning innocence had ebbed away during the night. She swung her feet
over the edge of the bed and walked slowly to the big wardrobe. This time she
chose a pitch-black floor length dress. She did not wear shoes. She easily
found the knot in the wood paneling and opened the door. She walked slowly and
aimlessly to the big double doors and slipped into the hall. She began to
wander the halls, a morose air about her. Nealan sat perched on her shoulder,
his head tucked beneath his wing as if he were sleeping. But he was not. He
just wanted nothing to do with Jessie while she was in this black mood. But
being her daemon, he could not stray more than a few feet from her.
No one seemed to notice her as she drifted aimlessly through the halls. She was
in no means trying to escape. She was merely trying to wrap her head around
what Father McPhail had asked of her. She knew it was a violation of her
innocence, but she did not care at this point. Different thoughts and memories
drifted through her head. Memories of her childhood on the streets and all the
odd jobs she had had to take to earn enough money to survive. But none of those
jobs had been as…violating…as this. But on the other hand, none of her previous
employers had offered her the rewards that Father McPhail was now offering her.
Suddenly she stopped, her long black dress rustling around her. She came to the
realization that she no longer had a choice. It wasn’t up to her anymore. So,
why should she resist? There was no point in resisting at all. It was going to
happen one way or another. And it might be interesting to be a mother. To be
the mother of an army.
She made a mental note to ask what the army was for as she returned to her
room. She found Father McPhail waiting for her on the couches in the beautiful
main room. He smiled at her as she pushed open the gilded double doors. He
gestured for her to sit next to him. She swept her skirts aside as she sat down
on the couch.
“So, I suppose you have more questions?” He asked.
“Only one. What will this army be for?”
“To protect the Kingdom of God.” He said simply. She did not quite understand,
but she nodded anyway.
“So, when do we start?” She asked, curiously.
“Tomorrow. You can get one more good night’s sleep. Goodnight, my dear.” He
told her. She smiled at him and slipped back into her room. He closed the panel
behind her and silently slipped into own bedroom, which was beyond a previously
unnoticed door in the magnificent main room.
In her room, Jessie changed into a pair of soft pyjamas and hopped into bad,
her mood greatly improved. She had made her decision. She would join this
experiment willingly. The thought boggled her mind. To be the mother of an
army! What would that be like? This would be a new and interesting experience
for her.
But somehow it was just what she needed. Something new, something interesting.
Something she had never done before.
If only she had known what was actually required of her before she fell asleep
that night. Maybe then she would not have been so eager. Maybe then she would
understand why Nealan had kept his head tucked under his wing and not spoken a
word. For he had seen in the man’s eyes exactly what he wanted from his human.
Nealan did not think she should make this decision so lightly. He wanted her to
escape.
For a moment Nealan watched her sleep, from his position roosted on her pillow.
He blinked his beady bird eyes. He ruffled his feathers slightly, then tucked
his head under his wing once more and actually fell into slumber, his dreams
troubled.
***** Chapter 4 *****
The girl slept soundly, her hair fanned out on her pillow. Her daemon, on the
other hand, was wide awake. He had woken not too long ago, but Jessie remained
in such a deep sleep that she didn’t even realize. She had shared his dark
dreams but had not realized what she was seeing. Dreams of angels with black
wings and golden chariots flying across a blood red sky. Dreams of black
slashes in the sky that led to other worlds. Dreams of men and daemons clashing
on a field awash with blood and daemon dust. A war, Nealan realized. Jessie
just thought they were nightmares that she would forget in the morning. How
wrong she was. Nealan knew that this was what awaited them in the future, not
for years and years, but it still awaited them.
Then the girl’s eyes blinked open. She smiled slightly when she saw that Nealan
was already awake.
“Sleep well, Neal?” She asked her daemon as she sat up in bed.
“Not really. Did you have those dreams?” He asked in return. She nodded.
“They were awful. But they were just nightmares, it’s not like we haven’t had
nightmares before,” She said nonchalantly.
“Hmm,” was all Nealan said.
“Oh, stop worrying, Neal,” Jessie laughed. Nealan just ruffled his feathers.
Then she looked over to her wardrobe and saw a sky blue dress hanging on the
door. There was a note on the front. She clambered out of bed to read it.
“My dear, we are to have a late brunch with the other members of the Court.
Please get dressed in this and await me in the main room,” She read aloud. She
smiled and put on the silk dress. There was a pair of matching high-heeled
shoes below it, which fit her perfectly. There was also a brush, so she used it
to brush the tangles from her hair and make herself look presentable.
She found the knot in the wood paneling and exited her room. He was not in the
main room so she sat upon the couch to wait for him. He arrived a few minutes
later. He smiled at her.
“You look lovely, my dear. Shall we go?” He held out his arm to her and she
stood up and took it. He led her out of the room. The walked down the hall for
a few moments before a pair of servants heaved open a heavy set of gold doors.
The room within was beautiful.
“The high dining hall. Only the most elite members of the Court may take their
meals here. You are welcome to eat here any time, of course,” He explained as
he led her to the highest table in the room. He sat in the largest chair at the
head of the table, while a servant pulled out a chair directly to his right for
Jessie.
“It’s splendid!” She exclaimed. He smiled.
“Wait till you see the food, sweet,” He added. As he spoke, other men began to
enter the grand room. Soon servants arrived, bearing dishes of food. There were
so many exotic foods to try and the girl tried them all. She spoke with the men
nearest her, who asked her questions about her childhood and how she liked it
here so far. Nealan perched on her head to get a better view of their
surroundings. He was cautious. He watched the other daemons in the room.
By the time brunch was over, Jessie knew the names of every member of the High
Court. She was beginning to understand that they had a hierarchy that was like
a mixture of a church and a government. It was rather confusing at times. Their
power was displayed in the color of their robes, though she wasn’t sure about
the ranking system of the colors.
She and Father McPhail spoke quietly of unimportant things as the made their
way back to their rooms. When they reached the grand main room, they sat on the
couch. Father McPhail turned to Jessie.
“Are you ready to begin our experiment?” He asked her. She swallowed the lump
that had formed in her throat and nodded hesitantly. He smiled at her. He led
her to another room. Inside was a giant bed, swathed in gold linens of the
finest quality.
“We shall come here for one hour every morning and two hours every evening.
This is where our experiment shall take place.” With that small explanation, he
grabbed hold of the beautiful dress and pulled it over her head. There she
stood, in just her undergarments. He smiled as his eyes raked up and down her
body. He pulled his own ceremonial robes off. He gestured towards the bed and
she clambered onto it. He slowly removed his own undergarments, then hers. She
lay, fully naked, in the center of the bed and waited.
Pain, and screaming. That was all her senses felt for the next few minutes. He
didn’t even try to be gentle. But she did not struggle, much. She merely
screamed and screamed, as pain radiated up and down her spine. He rolled of her
and she lay there, panting and bleeding. She whimpered in pain as tears began
to flow down her face. She did not struggle at all as he carried her to her
room. He laid her on her bed and helped her to drink a concoction. She fell
asleep instantly.
“Rest well, my sweet. The pain will not be as great tomorrow.” He murmured,
though only Nealan heard. He settled on Jessie’s pillow and watched the man
coolly. He had felt all the pain that Jessie had. He was not looking forward to
tomorrow.
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