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Log: 42PP-001A
Dr. Scott Bishop’s eyes opened as he coughed and gasped for air. His head throbbed and his vision was blurry, only being able to make out the densely packed buildings around him and the sky which was a mix of a sickly gray and depressing brown. “Ugh,” he clasped a hand over his forehead and right eye, “where am I? What happened? I was-” Memories of the event flooded his mind, he was a theoretical physicist who was hired to work on the ‘Parvati Project’ which was a state of the art, never before seen teleporter which they had taken to calling the ‘Spatial Distortion Device’. They had begun testing when all of a sudden Scott was knocked off of his feet by a blinding white light and now he was… well wherever here was.
He got up onto his shaky feet, using the brick wall behind him as support. He was in some sort of alleyway between what appeared like old slavic buildings but everything appeared…off somehow? Before he could put his finger on it a man and a woman wearing patched clothing, beanies, and red armbands walked by the alleyway. “Excuse me! Sir? Miss? I just wanted to ask where-” He called out to the passersby who startled at his sudden shouting, looked at one another, and ran away. “- am I…? Well that’s strange.” He hobbled over to the end of the alleyway and peaked out into the street. Sparse groups and individuals seemed to be hurrying down the street, avoiding making contact with the plentiful amount of armed men who were wearing full suits of body armor and helmets that looked like gas masks straight out of a sci-fi flick. From across the street a guard got the attention of his post mate and pointed directly at Scott before they both began making their way towards him. “That can’t be good.” Scott exclaimed to himself. Looking at the other bystanders around him they all seemed to be heading south, away from the two guards approaching him, so as to not stand out he exited the alleyway and followed suit.
Click “Halt!” Click One of the guards called out, his voice emitting from a speaker at the front of his mask. Scott picked up his pace, pretending like he wasn’t the one the guards were barking orders at. Click “I said halt, citizen.” Click
A heavy gloved hand planted itself onto Scott’s shoulder, holding him in place with an iron grip. “Oh!” Scott twirled around and came face to face with the two armed men. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were talking to me.”
Click “Where’s your identification band?” Click The other guard asked, pointing to one of Dr. Scott’s arms.
“Identification band? Oh, silly me! I must’ve forgotten it at home today.” He watched nervously as the two guards looked at one another before one shrugged.
Click “You’re being taken in for further questioning. Do not resist.” Click The guard on the left began reaching for Scott’s shoulder once again which he stepped away from.
“Let’s not get too hasty here gentlemen. If you let me go home I can grab it and show you that everything is in order.” His lie and gentle attempts at evading being brought in for questioning failed however when the guard on the right lifted his gun up into the air and slammed the butt of his rifle into the side of Dr. Scott’s head, knocking him out cold. Scott’s head pounded as he came to, stirred awake by some nearby chattering. As he opened his eyes he tried to move his hand up to rub the weariness from them but found them bound firmly to the metal chair he was sitting in. And not only was it his arms, but his legs, waist and neck each firmly bound tight preventing him from moving anymore than the tiniest squirm.
“Ah, I see you’re awake.” A tall, hunched over being that Scott first thought was a man turned around and addressed him. In front of him was a four armed humanoid whose skin was a sickly mud color and devoid of any hair. His eyes were a solid black yet Scott could feel them eye up his body through the glass pane which separated them. “So you say you forgot your identification band, a classic excuse. You beings are so fickle. Nearly ten years under the benevolent Simul rule yet you still resist. Tsk, tsk.” The lab coat donning humanoid shook his head pensively. “Now could you please tell me your identification string so this can go smoothly?”
“Look, I admit I lied about my ‘identification band’ but I swear it’s for a good reason!” Scott’s voice was panicked, his words rapidly spewing from his mouth which was one of a very small list of things he could still move. “I don’t have an identification number, string, or whatever I should have! I’m not even sure how I got here!”
The alien sighed, “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.” He turned and shouted at his human assistant. “Start the procedure and make sure to grab a blood sample.”
“Wait! No! I’m telling the truth!” Scott’s pleas were drowned out by the metal and glass container he found himself in hissing and releasing steam into the chamber. An arm extended down from above him and clasped a mask over his mouth as a plentitude of needles pricked into his spine and neck from behind him. “Mmgh mmhhm mhah!” His body coursed with a pleasant heat that kept building within him as more and more chemical concoction was forced into his blood. His body began to tingle and change but with his head held firmly in place he was unable to see what was becoming of him. Instead he felt his body as a whole become lighter yet despite this he could feel his chest and bottom growing heavier and fuller respectively. His crotch began to feel empty as an insatiable itch and empty sensation ran through his groin. Lastly, as the chemicals made their way to his brain, he felt his mind grow numb and hazy. His thoughts and memories were replaced with two things; a want, no- need for sexual pleasure and an undying loyalty to the Simul that spread its far reaching roots deep into his mind.
“Turn it off and run ventilations.” The dark beige humanoid creature barked at his assistant. Once the steam and fog had cleared from the machine he could make out clearly something that had never occurred before and should never have occurred in the first place. Sitting where his most recent earth being deviant was a human woman who had passed out inside the machine when there was supposed to be an empty husk devoid of singularity ripe for Simul regime training and brainwashing. “Hold the unlocking procedure! I want the blood test run first!”
“Yes sir.”
His assistant ran the blood work tests and handed him the readings. The once man, now woman, who sat before him had DNA nearly identical to every human he had ever ran tests on with a few key differences. “You really aren’t from here, are you my lab rat?” He ran his fingers along the glass to the machine as he continued down the report. It seemed that the mind altering process had been a success but rather than reducing any sexual dimorphism in his subject, because of his different DNA, it instead swapped any physical sexual traits it had. “Interesting… You!” He whirled around and pointed at his assistant. “Put a termination chip in this one’s head. I’m going to talk to the Overseer about some field tests I want to run.
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“Do you have the target in your sights, Unit 178923C-42PP?”
The voice of her commander spoke clearly into her ear through the ear piece embedded into her helmet. “Copy that command. Hank Raz is currently in my sights. I’m awaiting the signal to take the shot.” She responded, the sight of her sniper rifle trained on her target which she gently tracked as he walked through the opposing buildings hallway. She wasn’t sure how things got to this. She woke up collapsing from some sort of mechanical fixture with her vagina burning with a deep need for attention. Despite her pleas for relief she was dragged off to a room where she was fitted with ‘custom’ Simul Street Force Armor and heavily quizzed on various subjects. Only knowing the benevolent care of the Simul Regime she answered accordingly which the folks in the lab coats seemed to like to hear. She was told that the better she performed her missions she’d be rewarded with various sexual relief plans they had marked out for her which admittedly spurred her to go above and beyond in any task she received. Within months she had already completed various elite task force training courses and had been promoted to an assassin for the Simul Regime where she found herself on her first mission.
“Now remember, you take out our mark and the Overseer gave his word you’d receive a personal vibrator for your quarters so- Are you ready?” Unit 178923C-42PP nodded her head, waiting for the call. “Fire.”
She pressed down on the trigger, steeling herself for the recoil of her rifle as she took down one of the Resistance's biggest smugglers. Her quim quivered in excitement for what was to come later tonight, reinforcing her unknown newfound loyalty to the Simul.
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Log: 42PP-087C
Mission Objective: Unit 178923C-42PP was sent into the Resistance base of operations with the task of scouting from within while maintaining stealth operations. Unit was tasked with disarming any potential traps and taking out any key targets if they could manage to do so subtly without drawing any attention towards themselves.
Log A + B Briefing: Unit 178923C-42PP made a remark that the stronghold seemed to have been abandoned shortly before she infiltrated. Before she could further update homebase she could be heard screaming over comms and became unresponsive. Guttural moans of a shrill creature could be heard.
Operation Logs: Shroud Team 7U was sent in to retrieve 178923C-42PP’s body. When they entered the premise they instead found her strung up by and occupying a creature with many tentacles which the team suspected was a trap left to take out our strike forces. With the creature occupied by Unit 178923C-42PP, Shroud Team 7U decided to complete the original mission objective before retrieving Unit 178923C-42PP.
Once retrieved Unit 178923C-42PP showed signs of swelling in her chest and buttocks as well as sexual delirium. After being studied by med-bay it was determined this was due to acting as sexual relief for the creature for the 19+ hours it took for the Overseer to approve the retrieval mission.
Completion Status: Failure. Unit 178923C-42PP will not receive requested reward of ‘Aphrodisiac Bath and Relief time with Unit: 1256B-153CK (Genital Growth Modification Request: Accepted)’