Days After

A few uneventful days pass by, although uneventful by Carmine’s standards means sleeping with her, Chun and Leah every day. Besides that, the base has been put into ‘planning’ mode. Carmine is already working on her next big project. Meanwhile hundreds of agents around the world are spending every waking moment sinking their hooks into people of influence, now assisted by the brainwashing technology that you helped Carmine test in India.

Carmine doesn’t regale the details to you. You just stand next to her, look tough, and occasionally bend her over the desk for a quick and messy fuck. She knows better than you anyway, you don’t have a mind for all of this complicated leadership stuff. One thing you do notice is that less and less of the people on base are… male. It finally reaches a tipping point a few days after you first notice the discrepancy, when you walk from end to end of the secret underground facility without seeing a single man.

And all of the women you see greet you happily. Some of them even flirt with you when you take a moment to stop and respond to them. You’re familiar with a lot of the base’s staff. You don’t recall all of them looking quite this… beautiful. It’s almost like a certain someone has been messing with their genetics while you weren’t looking.

When you arrive at the office, Carmine (wearing a very sexy business jacket and blouse that exposes a deadly amount of cleavage,) is hard at work on her documentation. You saunter up to the desk and observe for a moment before planting your hand down on the varnished surface and catching her attention, “Hey Carmine.”

“Hi babe,” she smiles, plump lips covered in a thick layer of crimson lipstick. You lean down and kiss her. As you back away, the question spills from your mouth.

“So, uh… I noticed something recently.”

She smirks, “Oh? What could it be?”

“Is it just me, or are there no other men on the base?”

Carmine shrugs, “Hm. How could that have happened?”

“Carmine…”

She continues the façade, “It seems that they were all assigned to off-base operations.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes.”

“And I can’t help but notice that all of the women on the base have been looking great recently. I swear some of them have gone back a few years.” De-aging, beautification, and a lot of enlarged breasts; it has Carmine’s fingerprints all over it. You’re locked underground with two-hundred supermodels who’ll follow any damn order you give them, because Carmine definitely implanted loyalty conditioning into them after Leah’s attempted betrayal.

“Hm, setting your sights on someone else now, are we?” she pouts, “I thought me, Leah and Chun were enough to keep those big balls nice and drained.”

You sigh, “Alright, enough of that. What did you do?”

Carmine laughs, “You already figured me out baby. I just decided to follow through on something I was talking about a few months ago. This base only needs one stud, and that’s you. So, while I was ‘upgrading’ everyone’s genetic modifications and ensuring their loyalty, I slipped a few extra things in there. Aren’t I generous?”

Generous is certainly a way to describe enslaving all of your employees and turning them into hyper-sexualized fuckdolls. “Okay. You programmed them to flirt with me too.”

Carmine flicks her hair, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. They all know that you’re the only man worth a fuck, and I do mean that literally. Just like in nature – the biggest, baddest male around gets all the females to himself. It’s only fair.” You just nod along as Carmine justifies her intense interest in having you sleep with other women. “Besides, those contracts I made them sign? They waived any legal right to oppose me the moment they came here.”

“Not sure that will hold up in a court.”

“I know. I could just leak their identity to the police, wipe their memory and throw them out. Or maybe just shoot them in the back of the head.” Why do you even bother with the contract then? Carmine gets to the point, “Don’t feel bad baby, all of these girls are starving for some good fun. And you’re the one to provide it. Just don’t wear yourself out before us three get to you,” she winks.

The door opens, and Leah quickly walks into the room, “Sorry to interrupt. Carmine, I got the data you wanted. It’s down on the mainframe computer.”

Carmine pats you on the arm and stands from her chair, “Is that so? Sorry baby, duty calls. Go have some fun with the other girls! I didn’t spend all that time and effort turning them into perfect little fucksluts just so you could ignore them!”

Leah and Carmine leave you in the dust. You sigh and rub the back of your head. This woman is unbelievable sometimes. You decide that wandering the hall is more fun than loitering in Carmine’s office, so you head back down the stairs and out of the control centre. The moment you step foot out of the darkened chamber, you already have someone walking up to you.

"Mr Doe!"