There were many dreams lacing into the present when this doctor was trying all manner of chemicals and their combination on him. Kel didn't have access to his anger, but he could see some of the facility through Three's eyes. It was standard, sterile things, but he recognized some of the more expensive solutions to be common place now. It made him think this was very well funded, or that the company that made the trinkets had started mass producing, which wouldn't usually be the case until many more generations of refinement had come. How advanced was Weyland, that they could have throwaway tech like this? Kel didn't linger long on the details, not when the next shot seemed to be one speaking directly to his nerves, designed for torture rather than containment. He used that adrenaline to clear some senses, and could hear the mayhem outside what wasn't the Three's.<br/><br/>Kel grinned to himself. Who else could be doing this if not his ever fighting Zara. He looked at her face, the one provided, and smirked at the beautiful doctor. "You're coming soon, and I don't think you'll like it." This impostor wouldn't hold up very well to the real thing. Just like his own Zara, this one had some attitude, and shoved another syringe into his torso. He stared at her without reaction, and it made her twist the needle as though to stir him like a cauldron. Admittedly, the pain was horrendous, but the enjoyment he got through the fog at seeing Zara's face annoyed was enough to help him keep the act up. While the pain elixir did cut through the fog they'd already soaked his mind in, it became almost secondary to all the other thing this erratic high was blaring at him.<br/><br/>He wondered if the alterations had been more than cosmetic when the woman cupped his cheek and hummed in a loving way. The mannerisms, some of them at least, definitely reminded of his formerly human lover. He supposed if this doctor was obsessed enough - which seemed the case - it wouldn't be completely possible she'd studied videos of Zara Dawson to copy her motion patterns. It was a bit of a comfort for him, too, to have Zara here even if it wasn't really the mother of his child. He tried the restraints again, but they wouldn't budge. The chaos outside was getting closer, and he only needed to endure this for as long as it took either Three of Zara to get to him. Hopefully the monster diverted enough resources to help Zara, or at least keep her a little safer.<br/><br/>"You're so tough aren't you, Silverman?" she asked when he persisted. She pulled the syringe out like a blade out of a victim. He gave no indication as to whether he felt it or not. His good eyes looked her over with fitting disinterest. She held it together well, but there were some minute expressions on Zara that he could read. He'd not had much time with the woman now barreling to save him, but he knew Zara's blood, and thereby this face in front of him. It was hard to work on any subject for a longer time without getting involved. And she gone through all this cosmetic change, seemingly on her own accord. There was plenty of leverage here for him. Perhaps she wanted to be fooled and toyed with, the way she was obsessing. He only needed to bide his time though. There was no need for a longer game.<br/><br/>His silence on the matter, and the noise outside, eventually had the woman impatient. She was apprehensive to do whatever it was that she decided, which made Kel think there'd be next lever pain involved. His was a warring race. Their ability to sense pain was important to asses damage, but with all these damned medicines, it had gone beyond that. He'd rather fight the Three thing many times over. He wouldn't give the doctor the satisfaction of that, though, and she went on with readying another concoction for him, passion in the motions of her hand which showed an aptitude for her task. At least she was good at what she did - Weyland wouldn't have hired anyone less than the top of their field, provided they had the foresight to be discrete about the research. Scientists weren't usually hard to recruit if the subject was as bountiful as live alien samples.<br/><br/>Zara broke the door before anything more could happen, and even if their faces were similar, there was an air around his former human woman that this one could never imitate. Zara was made of action, this one tried to be with him by tying him up with physical and chemical bonds. Zara's speed was impressive, brunette waves following in her wake. His beautiful nude bride, and he was immediately filled with an emotion that started to cleanse his system of the harsh things he'd been brimming with. The next syringe, which promised to be worse than the others, was interrupted in its path. Admittedly, it was amusing to see Zara break her own wrist, and the expressions of the doctor, who seemed to react the same way to pain as any other human. He smiled and coughed.<br/><br/>He laughed darkly at Zara's question. "Yes. You were taking your time, weren't you? But it seems I got an inferior version." he replied. Even Zara's scent was putting life back into his muscles. Perhaps it was something biological with being closer to your mate. He looked as the doctor was told to do Zara's bidding. How strange, the two women were so alike, yet their spirits differed infinitely. Kel groaned with engagement when Zara tested the already broken joint. Suffering was beautiful, and there were some benefits to having a version of his lover that they could hurt as much as they wanted. Being an aggressive being, he adored the pain he saw. The cock his female was talking about twitched with anticipation at the subject. His right arm was first down, and then he helped in tearing the other bonds when the strengthening current was cut off by the doctor. He liked standing on the floor again, but swayed once before turning to the side, retching something so white it was almost blue. He wiped his mouth with the ball of his hand.<br/><br/>He was drawn back to what Zara did when a quick kick sent the doctor on her way. The human body wasn't really made for that kind of abuse, and he thought the impact to the wall was funny. He held his arms out when Zara plucked off the residual threads holding him back. He leaned his face into hers and breathed her in, arms ever steadier closing around her. "I'm alright." he sighed with some contentment and then grabbed her by the hip, and lifted her up in the air. Their size discrepancy was still present. He grinned and was about to say something lighthearted when he noticed the mark down her front. His eyes, asymmetric, took on darkness at the suggestion. She'd been swollen with their child last. It made the offer to punish the doctor even more acute. He set his partner down.<br/><br/>The doctor was pushing herself to the wall, breathing in pain but the breaths were soon a little warmed, even if fear remained. She had a little smirk in her otherwise desperate mouth. She still thought well of him. Kel cocked his head to the side once and looked down at her once he'd arrived. Broken ribs would soon be the least of her worries. She screamed when he lifted her by her hair. She dangled well as he started methodically tearing clothes off her body. The resulting nudity was pristine. She'd not duplicated Zara's scar. Her good hand reached to grab his forearm, but he didn't let go. He held her out toward his partner to compare the two, and then shrugged. "Not too shabby. I like the real thing, though." he informed the struggling doctor. He'd quickly read a last name off the id on her coat chest.<br/><br/>"Dr. L. Thrillby here is about to learn first hand what it is to be you." he told his partner and even though there was a flicker of relaxation in Leya's fighting. He gripped Zara's wrist with his free hand to bring her touch to his monstrous limb, still sleeping. "Would you ready it for her?" There was really no trouble for him to be aroused by something that looked so much like Zara - a feral thing like himself commanded his own body well, but it was adding insult to the woman's injuries to let her see that she might not be enough to even have him standing. He trusted Zara would play along, even if she knew his abilities. If she did oblige, he'd not be late to become rigid. The monster of a thing was eager for its first game in long. Again, it brought Kel to wonder how long it have been since they'd been taken.<br/><br/>He raised his arm and thereby Leya's head. She stopped kicking. "This... it's inhuman." she said through clenched teeth. If her scalp was bothering her simply because she was hanging by it, there wasn't much hope that she'd last a visit from his member. It seemed to be Zara's plan, anyway, and he didn't mind. Zara always provided pleasure for him. Foolishly, Leya parted her legs and stilled her own sway with her hands against him. She even looked with mockery at Zara, as though this would be the romp of Kel's existence. "Be careful." she encouraged when her human folds kissed the blunt orb atop his cock. He laughed darkly and looked at Zara with a meaning joke in his feature. He turned back to the mislead doctor and nodded. She lit up and rubbed herself down on the beastly thing.<br/><br/>"Sure." he said before pulling her up and then slamming her down. It was important the angle was right, and it was. He was a marksman and a fighter, threading something small to stretch over his sensitive flesh wasn't difficult. Upon being impaled, only a third of his length, all that left Dr. Thrillby was an excited breath, though it was more shallow than she seemed to have anticipated. It must be enthusiasm left over. She became deathly still when she realized what had gone into her, she looked down, slow, quiet shock overtaking her. She started to tremble, eyes wide and mouth wider, but it seemed to be hard to make sounds. He lowered her further and her eyes started to roll back until they were pure white. Kel was amused, Zara's features beautiful when in such strange torture.<br/><br/>Leya reached out madly for Zara, as though she would help, but Kel didn't allow it much, gripping the doctor by her hip and lifting her. It seemed life was coming back to the abused body, and her eyes focused again. She managed to utter a plea before the folds bulged as though to give birth to the head of his member. And then he slammed her down again, bottoming out in her stomach. She gave half a yelp with whatever air she had before it was all shot out of her from the incredible lancing. Kel started bouncing her, masturbating with her at his own pace. Leya's arms hung limb, her head dropped whichever way the abuse took it. He grinned and turned to the side, expecting a kiss from his lover as he was playing with a body that looked like hers. "What a wake up, huh?" he said while Leya tried to be heard through her own gargles.