The chamber lights dimmed to a deep violet glow as the final phase began.
Elena was no longer on the altar.
She had been moved into the central breeding tank, a massive, transparent cylindrical chamber filled with warm, thick, nutrient-rich fluid that bubbled gently around her body. The tank hovered in the middle of the observation hall, allowing every scientist and monitoring drone a perfect view from all angles.
She was suspended in the center of the tank by dozens of thick, living tentacles that wrapped around her limbs, waist, and torso, holding her spread-eagled and completely immobile. Her arms were pulled high above her head. Her legs were wrenched wide apart, knees bent and pulled toward her shoulders in a deeply exposed breeding position. Her swollen, well-f****d p***y and ga
