Free Omega's Run by A. J. Downey, Ryan Kells Page B

metal around my chest, arms, waist, and across my thighs and ankles. I was strapped down pretty solid… not that I wouldn’t be able to tear my way free. Few were the restraints truly capable of holding me if I didn’t want to be held.
    “Before you decide to tear yourself loose from there, I would like to warn you; any attempt to do so will end badly for you.”
    “Why is that?” I asked of the disembodied voice.
    “Because, you’re wearing a collar that will deliver a rather hefty electrical charge, should the man across the room over there press the button on the remote he’s holding. I’ve told him to go ahead and hold the button down for as long as he likes if you so much as even twitch.”
    As soon as she said something about it I realized I could feel the collar around my neck. Thick and bulky, a metal contact, warm from my body heat, resting just over the pulse point in my neck. I really didn’t want to find out what would happen if the dude sent a jolt through there. Even my healing might not be up to the job to fix that much juice to the brain.
    I squinted my eyes and turned my head, just about the only part of me that I could actually move, to look at the bitch standing next to me. She was kinda hot, honestly. Tall, leggy, blonde; wearing a smart blouse and one of those business type skirts that made a guy want to bend her over the nearest desk. She wore the smart little secretary’s number up under a white coat, like the kind doctors and scientists wear.
    “Ya know,” I muttered hoarsely and paused for a moment to clear my throat. “I always did kind of have a medical fetish. Be gentle Doc, I bruise easy.” She smiled and laughed, a deep throaty kind of laugh that made you unable to think of much else but sex.
    “Mathias did warn me that you had an... unconventional sense of humor,” she said. “But, strangely appropriate in this case, I guess you could say.”
    “Why for, Doc? You gonna wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock?”
    She shook her head, a mocking rendition of a regretful expression on her face.
    “Oh no,” she said. “As fine a physical specimen as you may be, I won’t be personally acquiring your semen.”
    I blinked. Really not the answer I was expecting to hear. Semen? What the fuck was going on. I lifted my head as best I could and looked around the room. It looked like your average medical suite at just about any hospital. In the corner was the guard she’d mentioned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and in his hand, a slim silver remote control. He looked extremely bored with the entire goings on.
    As flippant as I tried to be, it was all I could do to hold my shit together. I did not like hospitals or hospital settings or needles or doctors or... you get the idea. The strange fluttering in my chest told me just how much I didn’t like it. The fear that I rarely felt clawed at the back of my mind.
    I was strapped down to one of those tables they use with the stirrups on it. You know, the kind for women when they’re getting their lady bits checked out. Not a position I ever thought I’d find myself in, that’s for sure.
    My legs were spread wide, feet strapped into the stirrups and I was as naked as the day I slithered out. I couldn’t see past the metal chains across my chest but I could feel something stuck to the skin around my groin. The slick caress of wires or cords draped across my leg. The looker of a lady doctor came around to stand between my legs and smiled brightly, adjusting her latex gloves. She held up a silver probe of some kind and lubed it up.
    “Might want to breathe. This can be a little uncomfortable if you’re not used to it.” She wheeled over a stool and dropped out of sight. I growled and she laughed.
    “Need I remind you my friend stands at the ready to fry all your synapses? I don’t really need you alive for this part. Sperm is viable up to three days after expulsion or death. Did you know