Jaci's Experiment

by Bianca D’Arc

  Dedication

  To those who boldly go where none have gone before and to those who support them. My hat’s off to the explorers, the dreamers, and those who make the future possible.

  That includes, most importantly, my Dad, the man who gave me my love of scienceboth fiction and fact.

  Chapter One

  Lita 498 was in medical, seeking treatment for a broken leg. She’d fallen that morning and as a result, Jaci 192 had to take up the slack and try to do both Lita’s job and her own. She didn't mind too much, except that Lita was a lower level tech and part of her day was devoted to collecting samples from the elite.

  Jaci hadn’t done sample collection since her promotion, but she didn’t mind filling in under the circumstances. She knew if the roles had been reversed, the agreeable Lita would be more than willing to help her out.

  So Jaci went to the sample collection unit to find Lita’s single appointment for the day already waiting. The first thing she noticed was his size. He was huge. Obviously a warrior, and not just any warrior, but one of the best of the best. She’d seen him from afar many times and people did talkespecially about the elites. This was Grady Prime, top of the Grady line on-planet, and perhaps in the known universe. The ultimate soldier, the consummate warrior, with skills unmatched among the warrior class. And an extremely handsome male, to boot.

  Jaci hadn’t realized that Lita serviced Grady Prime and for a moment she felt the tiniest flicker of envy for the younger girl and her biweekly appointments with such a man. Jaci had never been near enough to see the incredible blue of his eyes before, but as he looked down at her from his much superior height, she found herself noting the azure effect with a new awareness.

  “Where’s the other girl?” Nothing in his voice indicated anything other than a mild sort of interest.

  Jaci smiled professionally as she closed the door to the room behind her.

  “Lita 498 fell this morning and broke her leg. She’s probably still in medical. I am filling in for her today. I am Jaci 192.” She offered the traditional respectful bow of her head after the introduction and he replied in kind, impressing her with his manners. For a warrior, he at least knew how to act in polite company.

  “Grady Prime.” She liked the fact that he bothered to confirm his identity to an underling when almost everyone on-planet had to know exactly who he was.

  Jaci strode to the examination table and he followed, unbuckling his pants as he went.

  “Would you prefer manual, oral or vaginal stimulation?”

  “I’m in the mood for pussy.” The growl in his deep voice did something to her insides she’d never encountered before. He helped her to jump up the short distance to sit on the table facing him as she removed the lower part of her uniform and spread her legs.

  She’d done this many times before, but something felt different this time. Something almost wistful entered her thoughts, surprising her. Could the odd, emotional thought have anything to do with her accident? She put the thoughts aside and made herself focus on the task ahead. She had a job to do and she would worry over the accidental exposure she’d suffered later.

  Grady Prime’s cock was as handsome and huge as the rest of him and she admired it as she prepared to sheathe him in the ultra-thin collection sack that would capture and preserve his seed. She stroked him to hardness with expert hands, then followed his lead as he pushed her head down to take him in her mouth. Apparently he wanted both kinds of stimulation and it was her job to make certain he was satisfied. For not only did he outrank her, he was also much more important to the breeding program than she would ever be. He was one of the elite. One from whom future generations would be created. Only a few in every line were chosen for such an honor at any one time, and only the best and brightest were ever considered.

  She sucked him deep, following the pressure of his hands as he moved her head on his enormous shaft. She was enjoying his dominance in a way she’d never before experienced. Sure, she’d never been with a soldier of his caliber before, but many Alvian males exhibited the physically dominant tendencies of their ancestors when in coitus.

  The difference here was her response. She discovered she felt some kind of emotional response to his dominance, which was unnerving in the extreme. She watched her reactions as if from a distance, needing to observe what had changed in her previously unemotional makeup to evaluate how badly the accidental exposure had affected her.

  But Grady Prime was making it difficult. She couldn’t concentrate when he hoisted her closer on the table. One of his large hands reached for the lubricant kept nearby, but hesitated at the last moment as his gaze focused on the pouting lips of her pussy. She knew she was wet already and didn’t want to wait, but also knew her role. She had to be submissive to the Prime’s desires in all things, despite the fact she wanted to force him onto the table so she could climb on that hard cock and have her way with it.

  Instead she waited as he slid two large fingers into her channel while his hot palm covered her pussy. It felt delicious. He smiled when he discovered her wetness, sliding his fingers around a few times before withdrawing. She almost whimpered when he left her, but held back by the sheerest thread. It only took a moment for him to move into position, then slide into her pussy with one hard, ecstatic shove. She wanted it hard and that’s exactly what he gave her. Grady began pummeling her, his huge arms trapping her on the table while his cock shuttled in and out of her body. She squirmed with nearly uncontrollable desire.

  She’d never felt anything like it. She’d always enjoyed a moderate amount of pleasure from vaginal stimulation, but nothing like this. She pulled at his arms, urging him to move faster, though she couldn’t speak a word. Her breath came in fast panting gasps, her eyes closed in shuddering bliss as she hurtled into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

  Her inner muscles clamped down around him and a moment later, she felt the spasms of his cock that told her he was coming too. He strained against her, setting off yet further explosions in her body as he came long and hard, his own breathing rough above her.

  After long, satisfying moments, he disengaged and moved back, those deep blue eyes watching her with interest. She tried to get a grip on the unfamiliar emotions flooding her, but it was difficult. Still, this man was a danger to her. He would undoubtedly report any truly odd behavior on her part, so she had to tread lightly.

  She put her head down and saw to the final stages of sample collection, unsheathing him, depositing the receptacle in a special sample pouch lying next to her on the table. She couldn’t meet his eyes but felt the weight of his gaze as he followed her every movement.

  While she’d finished her task, he dressed and straightened his clothing, and she held tightly to her sigh of relief as he walked toward the door. She needed time to examine her responses and decide her next course of action.

  But he turned back to her just before he reached the doorway to the small examination room. She wasn’t in the clear yet, she reminded herself sternly as she fought to meet his cool expression with unemotional eyes.

  “Will you be here next time?” His question surprised her.

  “Probably not. Lita 498 should be healed sufficiently in a day or two, at which time she will resume her duties.”

  “Pity.” He tilted his head. “I very much enjoyed our time together today, Jaci 192. Thank you.” His voice was unemotional, but warm and rumbly in that supremely masculine way, and she was oddly touched that she’d somehow pleased him. He was, after all, one of the elite, and the way he was looking at her made her almost wish she would be able to repeat their encounter. “Maybe it’s because I’m of soldier stock, but I truly like the sensation of a woman’s sheath contracting around me. It heightens my pleasure consider
ably and you have a very tight channel to begin with.”

  She didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so she just nodded.

  “I mean no insult, but if you were ever inclined to seek sexual pleasure, I hope you would consider me as a potential partner.”

  She was flabbergasted by his offer. He was a Prime, after all. He could have his pick of females from any line, even if he was a soldier.

  “I am flattered, Grady Prime, and I will remember your words. Thank you.”

  He smiled softly at her before leaving the room and she collapsed with a sigh, knowing she’d just had a rather narrow escape.

  Above all, she couldn’t let on that she’d been accidentally exposed to the experimental therapy. She was only 192nd in the Jaci line on this world, which meant if her superiors found out she’d botched up this badly, she would either be summarily put down or imprisoned. For certain, she’d be demoted. Possibly booted out of the science sector completely.

  She wasn’t, and would never have been, among the select group chosen from volunteers for this all-important experiment. She’d only been meant to prepare the skin patches of the new therapy, not take the dose herself. But sloppy handling and fatigue from overwork had caused one of the patches she’d been making to adhere to the bottom of her forearm and she hadn’t noticed until the next day when she’d bathed.

  At first she noted the skin patch with her usual detached observation, realizing the patch had turned color from green to blue, indicating the entire dose had been successfully delivered. She remembered thinking through her options clinically, deciding on her best course of action.

  The panic didn’t hit until a few days later. Subtle at first, she began to feel thingsemotional responses she’d never experienced before in her life. She realized then that her genetics were being manipulated on a molecular level. She was becoming more like her Alvian ancestors, and her new emotions were beginning to display themselves when she least expected it.

  She buried herself in her work for the next few days. They were gearing up for the grand experiment and final decisions were being made as to who would receive the therapy and who would monitor. They moved slowly, being as certain and deliberate as they could because this was a very big step for the Alvian race as a whole.

  Jaci knew Mara 12 had done a prior, top secret experiment using an old soldier Prime as test subject, but he’d mysteriously disappeared before any data could be collected. Rumor had it—among Mara 12’s personal staff, of which Jaci was a part—that he was dead. That didn’t bode well for the next group of test subjects, or Jaci herself, but hopefully Mara 12 had refined the DNA cocktail a bit since that first, unsuccessful trial.

  That the Alvian High Council was even considering reversing ten generations worth of genetic manipulation and public policy was an enormous undertaking. But their interactions with the native inhabitants of their new planet made the radical step seem increasingly necessary. The native inhabitantsthose left alive after the cataclysm the Alvians had wroughtwere called Breeds, a native word adopted as a proper noun that had no real explanation in the Alvian lexicon. Only a few in the scientific community knew they were the improbable descendants of the very first Alvian explorers and native humans of Earth.

  The Breeds were very emotional, while Alvians had deliberately bred aggression and emotion out of their people. It was hard for Alvians to understand Breeds, but steps had been taken of late to do more. This test was a further step to see if Breed genetics could help the Alvian race improve itself yet again.

  Only the geneticists and the High Council knew the experimental treatment was designed to introduce a bit of human DNA into the pure Alvian genome of the test subjects. Already, Jaci was feeling the effects. She was so much more emotional than she had ever been on so many levels and she fearedactually feared for the first time in her lifethe changes weren’t over yet.

  The idea for this experiment actually started more than a decade ago, when a top Mara scientist came back to the city after an information gathering mission to announce to her staff that there was Hara DNA on Earth. She’d found three brothers, all named O’Hara, who carried Alvian DNA of one of the greatest heroes of the Alvian race.

  Hara was a legend. He’d been a soldier, explorer, scientist and savior of their very race. It was his party of explorers that had sent back the means by which they could save their people from extinction as their own sun went supernova. He’d sent word of this planet and a few others to which the Alvians had dispatched worldships. They’d taken those planets and changed them to suit the very specific Alvian resonance needs, settling them as colonies from which to restore and continue the Alvian culture and race.

  The planets were chosen for their rare crystal deposits. Work had been done before the worldship arrived to begin the tuning of the Earth’s crystals, but much destruction and damage had been done to the existing society. In her people’s defense, they hadn’t known the humans had progressed so far in their evolution from the time thousands of years before, when Hara had sent his instructions.

  It took time for information to flow between such distant worlds and then the time to construct the satellite platforms and ships. They divided the population into several different ships bound for distant worlds and began the long journey. Hundreds of years passed on the little blue rock called Earth before the Alvian worldship appeared in their solar system. The automated crystal seeding platform had already begun the bombardment from space that would begin changing the raw quartz deposits of the planet to something the Alvians could use to survive even before the worldship began deceleration. A year after the seeding, the worldship began to deploy all over the globe, breaking apart into its various sections to set down the kernels of cities, engineering facilities, military garrisons, scientific institutions and other necessary structures from which the Alvians would begin to rebuild their civilization.

  The Alvian crystal seeding of the Earth killed many millions of natives. Scientists theorized that the new resonances of the planet allowed only those humans with traces of Alvian DNA to survive comfortably. Most Breeds fled to the wastelands of the planet before the tsunamis and earthquakes that had helped reshape the world for Alvian colonization, but many died along with their human brethren in the large cities and population centers all over the globe.

  Of the Breed survivors, there were few women. The three O’Hara brothers had protected the wife of the eldest, but when it became apparent the other two would never find mates among their own kind, they decided to share her. The apparent success of that arrangement was something Jaci didn’t understand. She had witnessed the barbarity of rough Breed men as they fell upon females put in their pens for experimental purposes. The Alvians had captured a great number of Breeds for study and kept them confined below the cities. Part of Jaci’s duties each day was to observe them. From those observations, she didn’t see how the women survived.

  Alvian scientists tried to study Breed emotion—even if they didn’t understand it. The Breeds didn’t seem as aggressive as their Alvian ancestors had been, but there were some very aggressive traits in human DNA that made it a risky venture to mix it with pure Alvian. Which was why the upcoming clinical trial was so controlled and so important.

  Well, it had been controlled, until Jaci had blundered by accidentally introducing the test agent into her own body. Of all the stupid moves she’d ever made in her life, that had to have been the stupidest.

  Now she was changing on a genetic level and she couldn’t tell anyone about it for fear they would either pen her up or kill her outright.

  She went back to her tasks, trying desperately to hide the changes in her responses. She strove for outward calm and that same, emotionless, blank look of moderate inquiry on the faces of all Alvians. It was hard, especially when her work brought her into the Breed pens.

  She’d come to know many of the Breeds kept in the underground pens and now that she was changing, she felt more kinship with some of them than ever.


  There were two men she wished she could speak to most of all. They were different from the other men kept in nearby pens. These two special men had been educated before the cataclysm. They’d been businessmen with their own company, they’d told her, though she didn’t quite understand how the commerce system in what they called the “old world” had worked.

  She’d talked with them far more rationally than she’d ever spoken with any other Breed males while she did her rounds in the pens each day. She considered them friends of a sort, as she did some of the Breed females she also cared for. They made her saddest now, of course, thinking what these poor women had been put through at the hands of her Alvian brethren, all in the name of experimentation.

  These poor women hadn’t deserved the emotional pain they’d been subjected to by beings who could neither understand it nor appreciate it. Most of the women wore defeated, dead looks on their faces, but there was one who had been friendly toward Jaci even before she’d accidentally injected herself and begun to notice.

  Ruth had been pregnant when Jaci had first been assigned to her care. Ruth had been despondent until Jaci was instructed to deliver a note to the Breed woman from Caleb O’Hara, one of the three Breed brothers with Hara DNA. It was believed that Caleb O’Hara had the ability to see events in the future. The Breeds called him a precog, and Jaci had been interested in the idea that such psychic abilities could truly exist.

  She’d seen a change in Ruth after the woman read Caleb O’Hara’s note. For one thing, she smiled more and started to take an active interest in her pregnancy. Jaci had read the contents of the note, but at the time she hadn’t understood what the words meant on an emotional level. Ruth had been subjected to “testing” by her captors, sent into a cell with four Breed males where she was raped repeatedly.

  One of the males tried to protect her and was beaten by the others for his trouble. As a further part of the experiment, she and her injured protector were put in a cell by themselves where she tried to heal him with what little equipment they had in the cell. She washed him with water from the sink and used the bandages and rudimentary medicines they’d supplied. Over time, she bonded with Sam. Ruth even claimed to have fallen in love with him, though Jaci had no real understanding of what love was, except as a textbook definition of something she would never be able to feel.