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Choices	By : MistySummers Category: +1 through F > Dexter's Laboratory Views: 15744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dexters Laboratory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Dexter sat in complete silence, staring at the jagged hole in the ceiling through which Mandark had entered and exited. Shards of metitteittered the floor in front of him, and he looked at these with disapproval. The lab was silent except for distant clicks and beeps of machinery going about its work, but Dexter could not do the same unless this was resolved. He sighed, "I wish I had shown up sooner." Having lamented this, Dexter shook his head. "Never mind. I, Dexter, will not be defeated so easily. Computer, system engage. I can’t waste time, but going in without backup is suicide. Nothing fancy, just miniature hovercrafts. Let’s see… Body heat sensors are key."

There was no shortage of body heat in a tower off to the left side of Mandark’s lab. Mandark leapt from the pod, his cape flying out behind him. DeeDee wanted to leap out as well and run for her life, but could not; she was too terrified to move. Escape, to her, did not appear difficult at that moment, for they seemed to be in one large room, and a staircase was visible at the other end, the banisters amply covered with spires. Visibility in the room was poor; the starkly black furnishings of the staircase were all she could distinguish. Even Mandark had disappeared into the shadows.

Now alone, she extended one leg over the edge of the pod, then landed on her feet. The pod vanished in an instant, which quickened her heart, but did not stop her. A single distant booming sound resounded dully in her ears, and this did stop her. She looked around, but still saw nothing, only what appeared to be an extensive black circle, about 50 feet in diameter. Curious, she approached the edge. Defying human nature, DeeDee was intrigued by the unknown, unlike most people, who would be afraid of it. Looking at the circle itself, it was clearly not a solid line, but rather, objects forming a line.

Candles? In a laboratory? There would certainly be electricity in a place such as this! "Oooh…" She reached down to touch one in an attempt to make sense out of it, but quickly drew her hand back. Immediately after she pulled back, blue sparks shot upward from each candle, then a column of fire sprung up. The heat emanating from each was overpowering; DeeDee stumbled backwards, still trying to see the stairs. They were garbled by the heat from the flames, but DeeDee tried desperately to find a way to them. She stopped in her tracks and ran toward the center of the circle when a humming sound from above grew louder and was accompanied by Mandark’s maniacal laughter.

"I wouldn’t try to go past those candles if I were you. They are burning hydrocarbons." Seeing the puzzled expression on DeeDee’s face, he added, "You’ll be burned beyond recognition if you get too close." Mandark stepped down from the pod, which flew up toward the ceiling and disappeared.

DeeDee stood face to face with Mandark. Her face was stoic, but she could not deny her fear, which Mandark could sense easily. Still, she was not about to stop trying to convince herself that she did not fear him. "What do you want?" She hissed at him under her breath. "My brother won’t let you do anything to me!"

Mandark smirked. "You have no idea. It’s so convenient that I have you here, but it’s Dexter’s lab I’m after." He laughed again, which made DeeDee’s uneasy stomach turn.

"Well, if that’s what you wanted, why didn’t you just take it? You have so much… stuff." The light from the candles revealed multitudes of creations, all of them massive and complex, far past her understanding.

Mandark adjusted his glasses, gathering his thoughts. "Think about it. If I did that, I would spend the rest of my days fighting him to keep it. But if I make him choose between it and you… well. It’s obvious he’d choose you."

"This is all about his lab?"

"Mostly." There was a tone in his voice that DeeDee did not quite trust.

"What do you mean, mostly?" She asked, backing away from him.

The light from the candles gleamed in Mandark’s eyes. "Well, DeeDee, you don’t expect me to keep you here without… making full use of it. Do you?" DeeDee’s first and only instinct was to run, as fast and as far as she could. But what logic she had told her that there was no sense in running; there was nowhere to go. Mandark grasped her shoulders and, with all his force, pulled her down to the ground. She fought his every move, determined to do nothing willingly. In an attempt to keep her still, Mandark straddled DeeDee while still pinning her down. After several minutes, DeeDee’s arms and legs ceased flailing, and she lay beneath him, her breath coming in heavy, terrified gasps. "Relax, my love." He stroked her face with one hand while still clutching her shoulder with the other. "You know you can’t resist me."

I could if I had a choice, she thought. Only Dexter was given the choice; she was not. She stared past Mandark’s face and up at the roof, wishing Dexter would burst through and rescue her. He did not, so she refocused on Mandark’s face. The light from the candles flickered in his glasses, and the light reflected from his black hair. His eyes were hungry behind fire tinted lenses, and DeeDee could see that at the moment, he had more in mind than dominating her brother’s lab. He wanted to dominate her first.

"No!" She shouted at him between deep breaths.

"Kiss me, DeeDee. You’ll see what you’ve been missing."

With what energy she had left, DeeDee tried to evade his grasp, but he had her securely held down. DeeDee looked up to see him leaning in closer. In desperation, she tilted her head apit pit in his face.

He recoiled violently, and wiped his face and glasses clean with the end of his cape, cursing inaudibly. Once he had placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, he leered down at her, his smile revealing a grim determination. "Ah, so this is how you want it. No matter; I like a challenge."

Before DeeDee could react, he pressed his lips against hers, pushing her head down against the floor. She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at him, as that would certainly make her sick. With her eyes closed, she could almost pretend it was someone else here with her. Mandark’s breathing grew heavy just as hers had, but he did not want to come up for air. He tasted her earnestly; this exploration of her mouth was the first such intimacy he had ever experienced, and he wanted to savor ever second. At last, he drew reluctantly back to take in a breath and to look at her. It was DeeDee who brought beauty to the darkness of his everyday world. It had always seemed that this would never be possible, but now, here they were together.

Kiy kiy kiss, he made his way from the base of her neck to her lips. His hands trembled slightly in anticipation, and returned to her shoulders, then glided slowly down to her chest. Unable to say a word in protest, DeeDee grasped his wrists, trying to pry his hands away. But Mandark was not about to be halted, and DeeDee was not about to give up. Filled with desire to escape and loathing for Mandark, she grasped his shoulders and flung him several feet. Before he could even look up, DeeDee was running across the circle, as far from him as she could get.

Although unhurt, he was certainly taken by surprise. He rose to his feet and ran after her. The circle was completely empty space, which meant they could run as predator and prey endlessly. Mandark was willing to see this challenge through to the end, but his patience was wearing thin with having to recapture DeeDee. When it became clear he would never catch her on his own, he stopped in the middle of the circle from where he had set out, pulled a little control pad out of his pocket and pressed some buttons. Some crudely designed robots soared out of the distant darkness, and zeroed in on DeeDee. For a moving target, she was easily caught. Two held onto each of her arms, and they carried her back to Mandark, who awaited, controller still in hand.

DeeDee kicked violently, trying to fight off the robots, but Mandark simply shook his head. His nonchalant response to her escape further angered her. "Do you think that anyone would want you?" She screamed down at him. "You’re sick! Insane!"

Ignoring her and saying nothing, Mandark pressed another button, then put the controller back in his pocket. A rectangular opening appeared in the floor, and from it rose a table. DeeDee tried to make sense of what she was seeing. A table? No, not a table. It looked like one of those torture devices from the middle ages. Like a rack, but not so rudimentary.

Mandark nodded, and the robots lowered DeeDee onto the table. With a great deal of effort, they managed to get her wrists and ankles strapped in. Once their work was done, the robots drew back. "Thanks, but you can go now. I don’t really want an audience."

Understanding perfectly, the robots disappeared back into the dark. Mandark climbed onto the table, resuming a kneeling position over DeeDee. "Now, I don’t believe there will be any more interruptions." He laughed, knowing the chase was over. More than ever, DeeDee could feel the heat from the candles, or was it Mandark?

It might well have been his heat she was feeling. He kissed her roughly, nibbling her lip as he pulled back. "You are even more beautiful when you’re scared." DeeDee’s optimism was crushed into nothing when he said this. Since he could sense her fear, he was in complete control of her.

Pushing his cape back behind his shoulders, Mandark unzipped his fly, exposing himself to DeeDee. His skin-tight bodysuit left nothing to the imagination, so DeeDee had somewhat prepared herself for what would happen to her. Using one hand to balance himself, he brought DeeDee’s head up between his legs, expecting her to know what he expected of her and obey. DeeDee’s stomach was uneasy at the thought of taking him in her mouth. His penis was bigger than she had expected, which made him less repulsive and more repulsive at the same time. She turned her head to the side, determined to resist his force.

By now, Mandark’s patience had run out with trying to be gentle with her. In a mysterious, perverse way, he cared for her, but now his determination to have his own way was stronger. "You’ll do it or you’ll never be free." His eyes met with hers fiercely, and she could not doubt him. DeeDee took a deep breath, then did as she was told.

All DeeDee could do was try to focus on something else, somewhere else; it was her only defense against feeling what Mandark was doing to her, and to keep herself from being sick. Mandark wanted to keep himself in the moment; Dexter would not appear for quite some time. He had to savor every sensation. This was his chance to have the girl he always wanted, and he was not about to let it go by without taking full advantage of it. His knees felt weak, and he struggled to support his own weight. Still, he forced his knees to obey, just as he had forced her to. Every part of his body was aroused, on edge. He wanted to let go, but his will to hold back was stronger.

He pulled out of her mouth, nearly toppling over backwards. Saliva dribbled down his shaft, and DeeDee spat angrily. She was grateful that he had stopped without releasing his seed in her mouth. She shut her eyes, reviling the thought of seed that was a part of him, his spawn, inside her. But she was powerless to stop anything he had planned for her.

Patience was a distant memory to Mandark; he only wanted more. He remembered days when he would have been satisfied with one touch or one kiss. Now, he wanted everything she could give him. He reached beneath her skirt to pull down her tights, which he did, but not without tearing several holes in them in the process. Much as Mandark wanted to remove her dress so he could see her unclothed from head to toe, he did not have the time or the motivation to be bothered. His breathing came in heavy, shuddery gasps. His eyes were beyond hungry; they were starving. DeeDee could see what he wanted, but she knew better than to struggle. There was no point.

"Relax, DeeDee. You’ll enjoy it." His voice was still sharp and nasal, but something in it sounded different, like he was farther away. "You will be free, but by then you may not want to be." His laugh was hollow, and he positioned himself over DeeDee’s hips, keeping her legs spread apart with his hands. No matter what DeeDee did to try to separate herself from the moment, she could not evade the feeling of Mandark trying to move his penis inside her. This was discomfort enough, as this was her first time, albeit unpleasant. Trying again, more forcefully, Mandark was inside her.

He moved with urgency and purpose, despite DeeDee’s pained moans. He bent down to kiss her again, hoping somehow to soothe her. DeeDee was not to be soothed, not here and now. She still imagined of being back home, away from here. Her body moved in rhythm with is, and her breathing merged with his insatiable panting. All this DeeDee tried to push from her mind, which was instead filled with wondering. Wondering where Dexter was, and a prayer that he would arrive as soon as possible. "I can’t wait long. I hope Dexter comes before Mandark does…"

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Dexter mopped his furrowed brow, and smiled on his creations. "It was not an easy task, but nothing I can’t handle." Before him now stood a throng of compact robots, hovering a few feet above the ground. He turned to his computer. "Call up a scan of Mandark’s laboratory." In seconds, the exterior of Mandark’s lab appeared on the screen. As Dexter zoomed in, he could see that every possible point of entry was flanked by several droids, each monogrammed with a large, red M. Chin in hand, Dexter was at a standstill. "We’ll have to get around them somehow. I will not make any choice he offers me."
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