A cult base; Victoria returns.

Max winced at her throbbing head as she opened her eyes. She found herself in a dank room, her hands chained to the ground and her clothing removed...

The door in front of her opened and a gorgeous woman with a slender body, long silky legs, large D-cupped breasts and long dark hair walked in, dressed in what looked like red leather bondage gear.

“Forget your whip?” Max said with a smug look on her face.

Victoria walked around her as she spoke, “X5-452. We’ve been looking for you for a while...”

“While you were out we ran tests and it seems you managed to get our offspring out of you without releasing the poison into your system. No worries,” Victoria smiled at her, “We’ll have to do the birthing process again.”

“Fuck you bitch,” Max spat, “You’re not using me in your sick experiments again.”

“Only problem is Ames is out in Washington for his day job,” Victoria said, ignoring Max’s outburst, “but he gave his consent that we use one of our original series Adonis clones to impregnate you...”

“As you know from our previous birthing project, our new Adonis clone inseminates his spouse with a fertility booster, which is why White had to impregnate you. Our older clones have regular sperm cells though, but since their not as pure as Ames and the Conclave brothers, the child won’t be at its full potential...”

“After all,” Victoria said turning and looking at her, “you are the perfect specimen for these projects with your perfect genetic markers. Sandman did a really good job on you 452, in you lies the hive of a perfect genetic army.”

“What the hell are you up to?” Max spat, her restraints keeping her in check as her anger flared, “You’re obviously not working with the White’s fucked up cult.”

“True,” Victoria confirmed, “the Conclave has grown weak, and we are the Purging. Ready to do what they will not. Their tied to their old traditions, but we are all that is new. We will bring America out of the depression, we will bring down the ones responsible for the pulse, we...”

“Are psychotic,” Max chirped in.

Victoria looked at her, “had project Manticore started earlier your X5 unit would have acted on in-tell and stopped the pulse from ever happening, that is why you were mixed in a pietry dish 452.”

“My name is Max!” Max gritted through clenched teeth, “and I’m not just some fucking lab rat.”

Victoria smiled...

“You are the blueprint for the next evolution of perfect enhanced soldiers 452...”

“Times are wasting, and we have work to do,” she said walking over to a CCTV set on the far side of the four square room, “as we told you the first time, this works best if you cooperate, but we know you, you’ll fight us at every turn.” Victoria switched on the TV blocking the view, “which is why we arranged some incentive, “she said stepping out of the way.

Max was speechless; anger dissipating and replaced by defeat as she saw Cindy strapped to a bed.

Victoria tested the waters bending to whisper in Max’s ear, smiling when she made no attempt to attack her, “You have sex with our assigned clone, willingly, and your friend will be safe...”

She got up and walked to the door, “Resist in the least, and I won’t just kill her. I’ll have each one of my clones **** her till she passes out from the pain...”

“On a lighter note, I must say I’m disappointed 452, we followed you and your friend all the way from your apartment to your work place. You’re getting sloppy...”

“So what’s it gonna be?”