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Dark.
So damn dark in that god forsaken cell you now called home. Solitary confinement. Worst punishment available for D-Class apart from the infamous femur breaker ritual. You've never witnessed the thing first hand, but you could tell by the frantic and panicked whispers of your fellow personnel that just so happened to be chosen , that it was a horrific experience. But nothing- no matter how agonizing or alien a punishment sounded would ever beat "solitary confinement". You have seen the hardest D-Class personnel crack under the pressure of being completely locked away from the world until they were needed- needed for " Experiments ". Experiments that were better known as sacrifices.
The facility STILL thinks that they can get different results or answers by just shoving random D-Class into the faces of the various abominations here. It wasn't studying, it was slaughter. And they knew that.
You remembered the sympathetic yet horrified expressions of your former colleagues when the bomb was dropped. It might as well have been a death sentence. And all for just not following orders? To give context, you used to be one of the various scientists at the facility. You were close with your colleagues, and widely respected by higher and lower staff. All of the said " Respect " vanished with a single mistake. A damn mistake lead to the downfall of you life. Literally.
Every single day you had to fear for your life as it could be snuffed out with one single cruel experiment. It was like Russian roulette- one day or another the bullet will finally fire through your skull, splattering your brains onto the walls. But instead of your brains being blown out of your skull (a rather merciful end to your life), it would be you guts strewn about or devoured by those monsters while you were still conscious. These thoughts kept you up at night, and reasonably so.
All for just refusing to go on an escapade involving the discovery of a new SCP. An SCP that managed to escape the grasps of the foundation upon discovering it. Damn thing didn't even have a number yet and they were treating it like a world-endiing crisis. Well...who knows really. You were going to die anyways so why would it matter?
A series of loud knocks on your cell door roused you from your thoughts and you sat up in your bed, ready to be blinded by the white fluorescent lights of the facility's hallways.
" Rise and shine, D - 5427 . Big day today! " A fake enthusiastic voice bellowed.
You groaned and rubbed your eyes, ready for another day of a near death experience. You recognized the voice and signed in relief realizing the MTF you were paired with.
"Joy" Was what he went by. You didn't know his first name, nobody did. Everything including your colleagues first names were confidential. Even then you weren't called by your last name anymore, all you had was an identification number.
" Ugh five more minutes! " You groaned playfully.
"You'll have plenty of time to sleep. " He reassured you. "When you're dead. " He added cheekily.
You couldn't help but chuckle at the oddly accurate jab. Not two seconds later, the door opened and light flooded into the melancholy cell. You hissed as your vision was assaulted by the bright white lights of the facility. You wobbled to your feet, aided by the helpful MTF soldier.
"You look like a damn vampire" Joy said as he guided you out if your room. "Act like one too. "
"Well I mean when you're locked in a dark ass room for several days and then FINALLY brought out , of course it's gonna hurt my eyes. " You grumbled.
Joy chuckled at your response, still holding your arm.
"That's facts." He said as you two entered a new corridor. "Anyways what's the big deal? "
"Not allowed to say. Doctor Townshend will give you the agenda. "
" Ugh Townshend. " You scoffed. " I feel like they picked him to just spite me. Nothing like having my replacement sending me to my death. "
A surge of rage ran through you at the audacity of the foundation. You knew for a fact that it wasn't a coincidence and it was organized.
"Whatever happened, happened over a year ago. How the Hell are they still holding a grudge like that?"Joy queried.
You had to appreciate how he took your side over the foundation. Everyone herd treated you like dog shit except him.
"I dunno but it really wasn't a big deal in my opinion. " You mumbled.
Many sealed doors and corridors later, the two of you made it to Research Center -02. Your heart sank when you saw the doctor with a handful of MTF soldiers. But it wasn't the doctor that was throwing you off, it was the cell he was in front of.
"Guess you got an appointment with the doctor, eh?"
Joy tried to brighten the mood a bit, but this only made the pit in your stomach deepen. Out of all subjects... The plague doctor? This was just overkill. You didn't reply to Joy's comment, in fact you were dead silent. Words could not conjure the emotions you were feeling right now. Joy still managed to nudge to towards the doctor despite your refusal. Each step you took made your heart beat faster and faster.
"I see you have made it to your appointment with SCP-049. He's been quite restless lately ."
You pursed your lips about to spit an insult at the smug doctor but relented. You gave a fake smile and replied with a half hearted chuckle.
"I'm sure he'll be glad to have another conversational partner. " You sighed.
Townshend swiped the key card into its slot and the door slid open. A rush of chilly air hit you , causing you to hug your arms to your chest. Without a word, Joy along with the other guards walked you into 049's cell where he was waiting patiently by a surgical table lined with various sharp looking objects. The only redeeming quality of this ominous scene was that everything was void of blood and viscera, but now that you're in here you can throw that observation out the window because those tools won't be so clean five minutes from now.
You swallowed hard as the guards left and the door slid shut behind you.
With your arms still crossed, you shuffled towards the doctor, trying your best to show no fear but failing miserably. Your form was shaking from the cold and silent terror as you stood before him. He was tall, slender, and clad in a black medieval plague doctors outfit . His all too familiar icy blue eyes bore into your soul as you stared up at him. You were just waiting for him to peck your eyes out or something. Never had you been this close to 049 apart from the interviews you used to do with him. Now that you're D-Class, he could do anything to you.
" Hm. How odd." He started. " I do not sense the pestilence in you. "
He walked from around the surgical table and strided towards you, his form towering over your puny form. A gloved hand rested on your shoulder and you threw yourself away from him, mortified. The doctors touch was supposed to kill, so of course you were freaked the fuck out. The doctor did not flinch at you sudden reaction, but he did something rather unexpecting - he held his hand out , offering to help you up.
"My touch only kills on command. Why would I want to harm my formal interviewer? " He said.
You thought about what he said for a moment. Out of all the times you had interviewed him, he never made an attempt to attack you, so perhaps he was keeping true to his word.
"Thanks. I see word travels around... Even you guys heard huh? " You replied.
Hesitantly, you have him your hand and was relieved when you didn't drop dead instantly. You eventually got back onto your feet and you stared at the floor sheepishly. Even the damn SCP's knew about your embarrassing downfall.
" Oh the doctors talk about it time to time... Especially Townshend. He did replace you after all. However, they don't talk about the incident that initiated your predicament as much as they used to. "
" Oh yeah? How much did they used to? " The doctor looked down at you with an indiscernible expression.
" A lot. They were peeved about your failure to capture the anomaly. I cared too little to listen to the small details, but I see that they weren't lying about you becoming a new addition to the D-Class, Miss
(L/n)."
You couldn't help but blush a little from embarrassment as well as the way he just reffered to you as "Miss l/n) ". It was kind of... Cute coming from him. Wait... Did you just say " Cute"? The scenario of a creature from your nightmares being cute made you want to punch your brain. Why would you think that? But come to think of it, you always have been strangely drawn to this anomaly. Was it his fancy garbs? The way he talks? His eyes? Or maybe the fact that he acted like a human being despite being far from it? You were terrified of him, but that never stopped you from being drawn to him like that.
" Miss (l/n)? Have I harmed you? You look awfully flushed... Perhaps you should sit down? " He offered, gently guiding you to the surgical table.
Oh god this is where it ends. One side of your mind was saying he was tricking you while the other said that he was genuinely worried about your well being. You meekly nodded before sitting on the cold metal table. He didn't force to you lay down and strap you to the table, but he did place the back of his hand on your forehead as if he was trying to check your temperature. As of how he can feel how hot or cold you were through gloves was beyond you, but the main question running through your mind was "Why was he being so nice to me? Isn't he supposed to kill me? ".
You still flinched a little from his touch, still feeling slightly apprehensive.
" You're oddly warm. I'll have to see what's wrong, obviously a warm forehead could mean anything and I could misdiagnose you. " He stated.
" You mean you're going to give me a check up? " You raised an eyebrow
"Yes. I am a trained professional anyways so what would be the harm? "
" What am I five? " You sarcastically remarked.
"You're a prisoner. " He shot back.
" Ok fair enough. But I get checkups after the experiments so... " You stalled.
" And when were you last sent on an escapade? " He asked.
"I... Months actually. "
"Exactly. You're due for one. "
Damn, he was good at getting his way. You learned this the first time you interviewed him and when he asked for a pen and paper so he could illustrate how he "cures" People. The facility doesn't allow subjects to interact with potentially dangerous objects, but he managed to finesse you. That also got you into a little trouble by the foundation, but he didn't hurt anyone so it was dropped.
You rolled your (e/c) eyes and huffed. Either he was finally going to kill you or he was actually going to check you out. You hoped he would kill you just to save you from this incoming embarrassment.
" Hm maybe you were right about being five years old. You're acting like it. " He commented.
He turned his back and grabbed a tray of various tools- actual doctor tools and not murder weapons. You couldn't help but admire his roasting skills, he was pretty good at that too. He finally turned back to you, setting the tray of instruments at the table you were currently sitting on.
"Now, I hope that this doesn't bother you too much, but i'm going to ask you to remove your clothes." He said nonchalantly.
Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks heat up once more. You bashfully obliged, and went to ubzip your jumpsuit, fumbling with the zipper on your back.
" I hate these things. " You mumbled.
"I'll get it for you then. "
He walked around the table and you felt his cold hands fumble with the zipper for a minute before finally feeling him draw the zipper down. You tensed up when he got to your lower back and he got the message, walking back around the table. He averted his gaze from you pulling the jumpsuit off of your body, smart enough to know that you wouldn't be delighted if he just watched you. Eventually he turned back around and you caught him take a small glance at your chest before returning his gaze to you. Cheeky. But you were still wearing a bra and underwear so you really didn't mind it. At least he wasn't putting his hands on you like some of the D-Class.
"Something catching your eye, doc? " You smirked and raised an eyebrow. He was in the middle of picking up a blood pressure pump and nearly dropped it upon you saying that. It's obvious that you caught him off guard.
"N-no. " He stammered.
" Oh I can see that beak growing. No wonder it's so long. You're like Pinocchio over here. " You joked.
He tensed up at how you caught him in a lie, but soon relaxed and then exhaled softly. His eyes bore into you once more and you could feel the tension... Sexual tension coming off of him. You had to wonder if he was feeling that same "infatuation " You had for him. He then got up real close to you, you had to crain your neck to look up at him since he was so tall. He planted both of his hands on the table and looked down at you intently. After what felt like years of tense silence he finally spoke:
"I know have all these types of scenarios planned out in your mind, miss (l/n) . Ever since the first day you were tasked to interview me, I saw that glint of need. A need for me to show you intimacy. You tried to be sly about it but I noticed the way you'd blank out mid conversation. Rather than thinking of what else to ask me, you were too busy imagining me breeding you. Say, now that we have an opportunity...why don't I demonstrate? I'll definitely need an assistant if you're willing. "
You were speechless, in awe of his smooth deliverance. You were totally in, but you weren't fond of the idea of you two getting funky while theres literally cameras in the room. The last thing you wanted was to get in deeper shit.
"But the cameras... They'll see us and they'll kill me. "
" They won't kill you. If they see the two of us get on well, they'll most likely have us...interact more. Study us perhaps. " He reasoned. "But if that's the case, then you should go out with a bang if you know what I mean. "
"Good point. Let's do it. "
Say no more. The plague doctor spread your legs open, allowing him to stand between them. You felt his hands fiddle with the clasps of your bra before it finally came unhooked. You slid the rest of it off for him and threw it aside. He didn't hesitate to begin fondling and playing with your breasts. His big yet nimble hands worked away at stimulating you like this. You let out a soft moan as he gave one particularly rough pinch to your right nipple. He chuckled at your response and continued to knead and pinch your tits roughly, warning various moans and whimpers from you
Even in your pleasure induced haze, you felt something shift. Your arousal spiked at the realization that it was his dick. You looked down to see a rather large tent growing from underneath his robes; he was liking this as much as you were. Sneakily, you snaked one of your hands over the growing erection, causing 049 to sharply inhale. You ran your thumb and index finger over the clothed erection, coaxing it. He bucked his hips at your efforts, squeezing your breasts in the process.
" Let me help you with that. " The plague doctor managed to say through a strangled breath. He unbuttoned his Raven black robe revealing his lean torso. His skin was nearly the same color as his robes; onyx colored. You have seen only his torso before in the various experiments he has gone through, so this wasn't much of a surprise. What always managed to suprise you was that he was toned. Not buff, but lean and toned. Honestly, you never expected him to have any muscle, in fact you were expecting him to be boney and thin like a bird.
"You're so strong... " You trailed off, hands sliding down his chest and abdomen as you slid off of the table. You figured that sitting on your knees would be convenient for what you were going to do. Despite him being way much taller than you, that wasn't going to stop you from blowing him. You looked up at him as you began to undo his trousers. He chuckled at your response and ruffled your hair playfully.
After an excruciating 15 seconds, you undid all of the buttons and all that was left was his briefs. They were medieval style like the rest of his clothing, made of silk and baggy looking. But as baggy as they were, you could still make out his boner straining against the silk confines.
"Damn doc, mind if I do some examinations? " You said seductively, caressing the strained fabric.
" Do as you please. " He responded, cupping your cheeks gently. With his permission, you eagerly did away with his briefs and was nearly hit in the face by his massive cock. Dripping and throbbing with arousal, it was over 9 inches in length and definitely had some impressive girth to it. You seriously wondered how you could fit him into your mouth. Maybe you would have to give him felacio?
" I can't believe your robes manage to cover this thing up... " You gawked.
" Ah...It is a different story when I'm aroused. "
You wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock meanwhile the other fondled his balls. He groaned in approval at this simple action, one of his hands found purchase on your head, grabbing a hand full of your (h/c) hair. You smirked and returned your attention to his member and ran a finger over the weepy slit, smearing precum all over the tip of his dick.
Finally, you took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping themselves around the tip of his member. You proceeded to give him felatio, kissing , sucking and giving it kitten licks while your hands set themselves to work; one pumping the base of his member and the other playing with his nuts.
" I see I'm too big to fit into your mouth completely. " He chuckled.
You paused and looked up at him.
" Can't wait to have this thing inside me. " You remarked.
The plague doctor let out a half hearted chuckle, stroking your (h/c) hair as you continued sucking him off.
You knew damn well that the doctors were monitoring the two of you, but they weren't saying anything through the intercom. Maybe they were too shocked? Otherwise if they weren't okay with what was going on, they would have said so. Here you were thinking they were going to watch you get slaughtered, but no, you're here giving an SCP felatio. Who knew.
For over the next 10 minutes you continued pleasuring him. His endurance surprised you actually. That or you just weren't good at giving oral sex, but by how much 049 was groaning and muttering various things in medieval French, you knew you were doing the right thing.
" Ah, by the gods... " He groaned.
You could feel his grip on your hair tighten and you knew he was close. His member twitched and throbbed as you coaxed him to release. He gave the slightest of a thrust, careful to not accidently shove his dick into your throat, before a torrent of semen exploded from his member. You gasped as he coated your face with load after load of hot sticky cum. You struggled to open your eyes through the onslaught of fluid squirting onto you.
"Holt fuck... That's a lot. " You gasped, wiping your face clean.
" I told you to prepare yourself. "
"No you didn't! " You laughed. "You were speaking in your medieval French language. I couldn't understand you. "
The both of you looked at each other and laughed.
"My apologies, sometimes I forget you're not a translator."
You smiled softly and glanced at his member, which was still at full mast. You knew what he wanted next and you weren't about to throw this opportunity out the window. You set yourself onto the floor, spreading your legs open invitingly. You were completely fine with doing the dirty deed on the cell floor. 049 caught the hint and he got down onto his knees between your legs.
the only thing that was keeping him from entering you was your panties which were completely soaked by this point.
"May I? " He asked, a slender finger hooking around the fabric of your underwear.
"Please." You nearly whispered.
And with that, your panties were swiftly removed and discarded. You nearly shut your legs on instinct at the cold air brushing against your sopping wet pussy , but you were stopped by two firm hands holding your legs apart.
"Keep them open, dear. We still have things to do. " He said.
He got on top of you, caging you beneath him as his member brought itself dangerously close to your entrance. You whined at the feeling of the tip of his hard cock grinding itself against your cunt. He was teasing you, and he was enjoying your whines and pleas of him to take you.
"Dear, I'm going to need you to speak in words here."
You gripped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your hands finding themselves near where his shoulder blades would be. You looked up at him, with a determined yet hungry look in your eyes.
"Quit teasing me and just fuck me already, doc! " You whined.
" Very well then. "
A searing pain shot through your lower regions as you felt him begin to enter you. He wasn't even an inch in and it already hurt. You hissed in pain as he went in inch by inch, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
" I-is it in yet? " You asked timidly.
"Still a few inches to go. " He replied.
You hurried your face into his chest as he continued easing himself into you before finally giving a sharp thrust and burying himself to the hilt. You let out a sharp yelp, you fingers gripping onto the fabric of his cloak. The two of you sat there for a minute, 049 waiting for you to adjust to his size.
"I think I'm ready. " You said breathlessly.
" Let me know if you want me to stop, okay? " The doctor assured.
His hips moved gently into you, still careful with you as you just adjusted to him. A soft moan escaped your lips as his dick gently pressed against that certain sweet spot inside of you with each of his thrusts.
You've had sex before, but never with a dick this big let alone an SCP. Out of all the times you had banged someone in high school or college, you had to admit that this was the best out of all of them. The way his cock would slick in and out of you in such a gentle manner really added to it. None of the guys you were with were as respectful as the plague doctor, and he wasn't even human. Really says a lot here.
" Ah... God... 049..." You gasped.
"Need me to go faster? " He asked.
You nodded, unable to form words. The plague doctor began to pick up his pace, his thrusts becoming slow and rough. He'd plunge into you and hit your cervix with more force than you were used to, causing you to let out various moans and curses. You looked down watching his slender, toned hips snapping back and forth with brutally into you. The sight of his huge cock ramming into you over and over again only served to your arousal. Hell, you could even see your abdomen moving and shifting with each of his quickening pumps.
Did he plan on cumming inside of you? He showed no signs of planning on pulling out. Maybe he'd ask you? Or does he plan on knocking you up in hopes that the foundation will let you interract with him more often for the sake of experiments? Could you even get knocked up by an SCP? The possibilities were limitless.
This was uncharted territory and you were about to cross through it.
Your cunt was being pounded into oblivion. The sounds of your combined moans and the lewd noise of skin against skin filled the empty cell. Pleasure flooded through you like a tidal wave as you felt yourself come near to your release. Your walls swelled and clenched around his member as your body was kicking into its reproductive instincts.
Stars exploded from behind your eyes as you screamed out in ecstasy. The plague doctor continued pounding into you like some wild animal, determined to find his own release.
You could tell he was close by his messy thrusts and frequent groans. You tapped his back, getting his attention.
"In me. Please doc I want your hot, sticky load inside me. " You whined.
He let's out one final strangled grown of pleasure as his hips behind to sporadically pound into you. A surge of warm, sticky liquid flooded your vaginal walls and womb as he came. His hips slowly, albeit roughly, riding out his orgasm, still pumping you full of his seed.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you found yourself releasing once more by the sheer force of his ejaculate filling you to the brim. He eventually stoped, panting and shaking from the intense love making session. He grunted tiredly, still having his dick sheathed inside of you . Gently, he picked up up and pulled you onto his lap before sliding out, cum managing to drip from your abused cunt.
You were still twitching from the aftershock, meanwhile he was completely beat.
Unable to keep your head up, you rest it against his chest and hear the rapid thudding of his heart.
" That was ...amazing. " You gasped.
"Indeed, we'll have to do this more often. " He suggested with a mischievous undertone.
You got the hint.
"So... You up for round two? "
"Of course, dear. "
----Extra Bit -----
The scientists just stare on in abject horror and interest at this curious sight. Never had they ever thought of a former scientist, turned D-class, to bang 049.
A few or them scribbled notes, meanwhile the others were too shocked to even pick up their damn pencils and notepads. Townshend had called in several other staff officials to witness this...strange interaction. He expected 049 to just cut the subject open, not dick them down.
"Huh.Well, I wasn't wrong about him being happy to have a partner was I? " Townshend remarked, scribbling on his notepad as well as making sure he kept the audio recordings.
"I'll need this for evidence. The higher ups aren't gonna believe this. "
Like he was telling the truth.