Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Left Hanging ( Chapter 15 )

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Ambassador Williams entered the room and locked the door behind him watching Akane's eyes grow large in surprise. There was no wolf in the House of Lords. The wolf was in the U.N. and he was it. “Hello agent Akitasuji, or should I say, Akanesuji?”

 

“What do you want with me? Why all the tests?”

 

“You're going into surgery here in about, oh...twenty minutes.” The man looked at his watch mockingly. “We needed to know your blood type. Make sure you were fertile.”

 

“I'm not fertile,” she growled. “I haven't had any pregnancies for years.”

 

“That's true. You haven't. You aborted countless numbers of fetuses from Sesshoumaru and Hizumeha has the dumb luck of being a horse. The chances of you getting pregnant cross-species is one in a thousand.” The older man peeled off his suit jacket and laid it over a chair, then took off his tie. “You are very fertile. You just need the right sperm inside you.”

 

“No...”

 

“Don't worry your pretty little head off. I am not here to rape you. There is no since in me getting you pregnant and then damaging it with surgery.” He started rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands in the examination room sink. “I can always inseminate you afterwards. I'm sure you will still have enough eggs left to birth one or two more.”

 

Akane glared at his greasy black hair. The smell of pomade was strong. So was the smell of wolf. The whole building reeked of it. She closed her eyes for a minute to count the number of fresh individuals scents. There were sixty or more different weres...and a wolf youkai.

 

Koga.

 

“Where is he?”

 

“He who?”

 

“The youkai?”

 

Ambassador Williams smiled. “Your new mate is down the hall. We have big plans for the two of you. You see, a human cannot surrogate a full blooded demon, only hanyous.”

 

“You've tried?” Akane was disgusted.

 

“Hitler did. Don't you remember the experiments Akane?” Taking a pair of gloves out of a sanitized paper envelope, he carefully put them on. “Don't you remember the tests?”

 

Akane's mind was filled with images of burning. When the mad scientists got done with their experiments, they would take them to the chambers and burn them. Countless hanyous and youkai died those years, imported in cages and bound in similar steel sutras like the one around her neck. She had been on of the lucky ones, she had dropped in from sky at night and rescued many. Many she never was able to save. “We have waited many years in secret waiting for the right time.”

 

“Nazi” she whispered, it all coming much clearer to her now.

 

“Neo-Nazi racist pig to be exact.” Pulling the chain hard so that she was forced to lay down, the man put her leg and arm chains in cranks and strung her up so that her sex was exposed. “I am going to inject you with hormones so that your eggs will ripen. Much like when you had sex with Sesshoumaru.”

 

“No” she cried, thrashing about. The son of a bitch did know all of Hitler's research. They had found out the secret to demon fertility. It was a combined hormonal release that made the eggs leave the ovary. Females were born with a set number of eggs, just like all other mammals, but if they had normal menstrual cycles they would run out of eggs in decades. This demonic system allowed them to be fertile century after century. That was also how a mated pair would know they were successful. They would “feel” it- a natural, normal state that encouraged pairing up.

 

Taking an already filled vial from his pant pocket, he injected her right in the ass cheek and left.

 

If there was something Alucard hated more than the damned souls of the undead, it was freaking Nazis. He dropped from the ceiling as soon as the bastard left. “What took you so long?” Akane asked him coldly.

 

“I needed to hear everything.” Pulling the cellphone from William's jacket pocket, he dialed up Hellsing's private number.

 

“Will you get me down from here?” Akane was beginning to feel flush. Her cheeks were burning and her mind was getting drunk.

 

“Shut up. I'm on the phone,” he dismissed, turning his back to her and pulling out a very long, shiny gun, pointing it low to the door. “Master, we have a level three situation. We require complete containment at the OBFW Industrial building. There are at least fifty wolves here, two demons.” Akane could hear Integra on the other side ask about her status. “She has been drugged with sex hormones. I will keep her in containment unless absolutely necessary.”

 

“No you mother fucker! Let me go! I want to fight!” the struggling inu yelled. “Let me out of here! I want to kill something!”

 

Alucard hung up the phone without even a good-bye to Integra and crushed the phone in his hands, making it inoperative. Walking up to Akane, he rubbed his gun over her wet crotch, making her buck. “Tell me about the experiments, whore dog.”

 

“No,” she refused.

 

Alucard doubled his ministrations, smelling the changes coming over her body, knowing that any sensuous touch was absolute torture. The whore dog was unable to control what was going on with her, the jacked up hormones drawing her into a wholly natural state of being for an inuyoukai. “Tell me about the demon experiments. What were they trying to accomplish?”

 

“A super race of men with demon like abilities. They were trying to make hanyous that looked like perfect humans...no animal ears...no tails...no fur...no stripes.” She was beginning to breath hard, her lips full and dripping wet. She continued to fight it in her mind, though her body was quickly giving her over to the hardness of the pistol.

 

“And what about immortality? Did they find a way to make living vampires?”

 

“I don't know,” she moaned, feeling her body react to his every little movement. “They kept the undead at another camp entirely. Please...either do me or quit. I can't take this.”

 

Alucard turned and started to leave the room. “Wait, wait!” she cried. “Don't kill Koga. Please...don't hurt Koga!” The only reply she got was his sickening smile and what looked like a wink under his glasses. He licked the juices off his gun. She had no idea if that meant he would come back and service her or if he was just going to leave her there hanging. Either option sucked to high heaven.

 

The door opened and Ambassador Williams appeared with a tray full of implements. He was wearing surgical gear this time, a green sterile outfit and new gloves. He set the tray on a table and proceeded to put the duckbill clamp into her, never closing the door for privacy. The intrusion made her hornier, not because of what it was, but because it was something inside her, filling her up. When he twisted the screw to force it open wider and wider, she moaned and ground into it. The werewolf grinned as he inspected her. Slipping it out he inserted two fingers and started pressing on her stomach, feeling around for the exact location of her ovaries.

 

Poor Akane felt her muscles involuntary tighten around his hand. She wanted release so badly now, she would take it from just about anywhere. He slipped a small vacuum tube inside her, guiding it into her cervix and then turning it on. Akane watched on in horror. Where was Alucard and why was he letting him do this to her? The man started to pump her a little and Akane twitched. He moved the vacuum around to another position and watched the liquid drain into a little petri dish.

 

Akane almost cried for joy when she saw Alucard form behind the man and blow his brains out all over her, spraying her with hot, wet blood and tissues. “Does this make you even hornier, smelly dog? I know it does me.”

 

“Fuck me Alucard,” she begged, trying disparately to lick the red dots all over her chest. Her tongue could only reach her hunched shoulders and her eyes were turning that hot ass shade of burning red that reminded him of the pits of hell. Pulling the tubing from her crotch, he gave the duckbills a spin like he was adjusting an old clock.

 

“Not yet, slutty little dog in heat. I still have some things to do.”

 

“Save me a few livers?” she asked, knowing now he could come back and help her out with her little hot-and-bothered problem. She let her limbs relax into the chains and licked her top lip. He then disappeared, leaving her hanging. Literally.