Ending #3: Ruin Explorer Combat Tool Unit.

In this era, there were two types of women that were permitted to hold weapons, one who had been turned as a beast and two, a Combat Tool Unit. The first one had lost all the little human rights that a woman had and no longer considered a person. While the second one had a slightly better fate, they were heavily limited and regulated. Unlike those turned into beasts like Police Hound, a Combat Tool Unit was still considered a person. The difference between a Combat Tool Unit and non-combatant women was that a combat tool unit was labeled a dangerous person once they were categorized as it. A woman that had been labeled a dangerous person would lose access to most of the city could offer. It didn’t seem to be a big deal considering that most of the women who had been bought no longer had a lot of freedom of movement depending on their owner. But movement limitation was not trivial as it seems. A Combat Tool Unit might not put their foot on the metropolitan part of the city where amenities like parks and malls are located. The only way they could step inside to the metropolitan part of the city was if they were hired by some company as guards. But it wasn’t without some tradeoffs. A Combat Tool Unit had a ‘self-repentance device’ implanted inside their body as a method of tracking and punishment. The self-repentance device activated when they were in an area that they were forbidden to enter. The device would make them feel extra pain on their pussy as if there was a burning rod inserted to them. The longer they were there, the more painful the sensation would be. Thankfully, one that had been turned into a Combat Tool Unit had a pain threshold of seasoned fighters. They could usually hold the pain for 2-3 hours before it became unbearable for them. Of course, after a few hours, they would be ineffective as guards if this was the case. Usually, those guards had to be given a specialized **** before work to numb the pain caused by the Self-Repentance device until their working hours ended. The **** wasn’t a miracle ****, after the effect wore off, those guards would experience the pain multiple fold. These guards usually got their mind broken from pain after a few months. Most Combat Tool Units that weren’t a corporation guard would end up in the underground arena and becoming a modern-day gladiator, sent to the border, or scavenging the war ruins of previous civilizations.

Being gladiator was the safest one from the three options. On the border, if it was a peaceful day, they would not have a problem, but when a fight with another region arose, they would be the first to bear the brunt as expendable cannon fodder. The third one was not as dangerous as being on the border but could be said as the worst job a Combat Tool Unit could be sent to.

Beyond the brightly lit city, on the outskirts, there was the ruin of the old city that had been ravaged by World War III, the place was polluted by dangerous chemicals that made it barely liveable. But the chemical wasn’t the only thing that made it dangerous. The ruin was the home of female rebels and illegals.

It was quite unbelievable that there was still a rebel led by women in this era where men control everything. Unlike normal criminals, there was a man’s mastermind behind the crime. A rebel did their action by ‘their’ own volition. At least that's what they thought. A rebel always thought that unlike others, they had a freedom of thought and were not controlled by men because all their thought was against the M1S0-GYN protocol. But unknown to them, they existed because of deliberate men’s whims. The Rebels were a secret pet project of the government, there was a reason why most Rebels are a Combat Tool Unit and why they mostly lived in the ruins. They were not shackled by the M1S0-GYN protocol, but they were controlled by something else. Something that wasn’t made known to the public. Aside from the very higher up in government, nobody was privy to what kind of project it was, and why they created the Rebel.

“There are a few rebels on your one o’clock. Deal with them. Beware, it seems they had guns,” Bella reported through her communicator.

She was on the roof of an abandoned building with a communicator in her hand. Though she was far away from her companion. She could still see the movement of her companion and other people in the location precisely, thanks to her tactical eye scope implant that replaced her left eye. Her right eye was still her normal one, but her left eye was perfectly round like a lens. There were smaller lenses around her eye. Part of her skin around her left eyes were changed with metal to host the implant. Her long golden hair was now styled in a side-shaved hairstyle with the left side only having a little scalp left.

Moments later, Bella saw her companion engaged the rebel. As she expected, her opponent had a gun, an old revolver from before world war.

They got a few hits on her companion, but with different levels of armament, her companion still came out a winner albeit she was quite bloody with few gunshot wounds on her body. If she wasn't an enhanced Combat Tool Unit, she probably would have fainted by now or even died.

“Don’t kill them. Master wants them alive.” Bella told her companion. Stopping her from dealing a lethal hit.

“Fuck, master should let me amputate one of these shit-eater as payback, their gun hurt me a lot,” her companion cursed.

Shit-eater was a common insult for those rebels. Life in the ruin was harsh and lacking. Food was hard to come by in this place. The ruin was no different from a slum. So, there were rumors circulating around that these rebels love to eat their waste to survive. Hence, they were often got called as Shit-eater. But Bella doubted this was the truth. Most rebels were Combat Tool Unit. A Combat Tool Unit could survive without eating anything for up to a week. A week was enough to scavenge for a little food to fill them up. So, she doubted the shit-eater rumor was true.

“Don’t call them shit-eater and don’t hurt them further. Master order. Just tag them and leave them there, someone from the cleaning team will fetch them for us.” Bella commanded through her communicator. “One more thing; go to point C, I will be there to bring you some first aid kit for your injury.”

Bella ended the communication. She rose up from her position. From her position, Point C was a mile away if she went there from the ground. Luckily, her body had been modified. Bella had been turned into a scout type Combat Tool Unit. The Scout type was well-known for its mobility modification kit. In Bella’s case, her leg had been modified into feline-like jumper legs. Her jumping and leaping ability had improved a lot compared to normal human.

She took a deep breath and jumped toward the next building. Though she had done it several times by now, she was still feeling a little nervous as she took the jump. Bella was quite a rarity for a Combat Tool Unit. Because of her knowledge, most of her personality and memories were still retained so she could be sharper as a Scout. But with that, she still retained her fear, a normal teenage girl's fear. The feeling that was usually suppressed or erased when someone got turned into a Combat Tool Unit. Every time she took a jump, Bella was anxious that she wouldn’t reach the other side. She was never fond of **** sport or parkour before she converted, and she still dislikes it now. One time, she had miscalculated the distance and almost failed to reach the other side by a little margin, thankfully, before she could free fall to the bottom, she could stop her fall with the claw in her hand. Like a cat, her new robotic hand could eject metal claws between her knuckles as a weapon and it was also durable enough as a hook.

After she jumped through several buildings, she arrived at the rendezvous point that they agreed on. The government had made some safe zones in the ruins. This place prohibited any conflict and was a place to resupply. These safe points were guarded by a few soldiers. Men. An owned female knew their place to never attack any men, some reckless Rebels did try to attack these soldiers from time to time, but they were quickly be made an example of how that was a bad idea.

It was quite easy to tell whether they were owned women or rebels in this place from the collar they wore. An owned woman wore an identification collar that had their owner information on it, while a rebel didn’t wear any collar. For a rebel, being collared meant admitting defeat to men.

Bella wandered a bit in the area and quickly found her companion.

“You look worse than I anticipated, Martha.” Bella greeted her companion.

Her companion was none other Marta, the devout Neo-Catholics follower than went to the same auction hall as her. Both her and Martha were bought by the same rich man. This rich man was quite a shady businessman that often smuggled goods illegally. Most of the things in the ruins were free to take, but there were a few things that needed to be handed to the government, but their owner was someone who didn’t do that and kept the illegal goods themselves to be sold to others. They could be considered a criminal.

Bella could remember the day after the auction ended. Their master had not yet made any changes to the two of them. He was telling them that the two of them would be another addition to grow his business. Bella’s first thought was they were going to be turned into a paid escort or whore. A paid escort service was a common business and was entirely legal in this era. It was an opportunity for a man to play with other men’s slaves if they were bored with their own. But to their surprise, their master said that they would be turned into a Combat Tool Unit and told them what the two of them would do for him. Bella could see the fear in Martha’s eye. Poor Martha, she wished to be a Breeder, and maybe have a good loving family if she could have a son. But she ended up turned into a cold-blooded Combat Tool Unit. Though Neo-Catholics doctrines that any kind of decision of their ‘husband’ made about their conversion was for their goodness, there was an exception for this, being turned into a killing machine. Those of Neo-Catholics had promoted that converting women into Combat Tool Unit should be prohibited. Despise being the largest religion believed by people in Unified State. There was never any ban on converting women into Combat Tool Unit, because other than Neo-Catholics, the Unified States also has the biggest population of atheists.

Their master of course noticed Martha’s expression of fear.

“According to the data, you are a Neo-Catholic believer. Unfortunately, I’m an atheist. Worry not, after I tweak your mind, you will see the light. My kind of belief.” Said the master.

Unlike Bella, Master wasn’t so lenient to Martha. He wiped and twisted her memory regarding her religion, the result was a sadistic, vulgar, and bloodthirsty Combat machine, something that was against the teaching of Neo-Catholic. When she came out of the laboratory, her hair had been dyed bright red. Her long hair was cut into short pixie hair. Her two eyes had been replaced with cybernetic implants with bright red pupils, it made her look devilish or just permanently angry. Her hands were replaced with two big blades. There was blood dripping from the blade, it seemed that she had tried it out on something when she was in lab. Additionally, she had a new tail. A big, mechanical lizard tail implanted above her buttock. She could control her tail like it was a natural part of her body. Master had dubbed her Blade girl.

“Don’t call me that name, Cheetah, you know I hate it. Just hurry up and fix me.” Martha’s voice broke Bella from her reminisce. Cheetah was Bella’s new name like Martha with Blade Girl.

“Alright, Blade Girl. get in position then.” Bella commanded.

“Don’t do anything funny, I can still strangle you with my tail,” Blade Girl warned. She then went on all four.

“Keep your tail up, so I can put the tube into your ass.” Cheetah took out a tube filled with black liquid from her bag. The black color from the nanobot inside it. This was the miracle **** of this era for a Combat Tool Unit at least which often physically hurt. Though, the way it applied was quite unpleasant. And it was something that can’t be done without an assistant.

Cheetah inserted the tube to Martha’s asshole. But putting the tube was the easiest part of the job, next she went down on her and licked Blade Girl’s asshole. She needed to stimulate her asshole so her anal sphincter would crush the tube and release the nanobot. After a few lickings, Blade Girl shuddered, and the tube was successfully crushed. After the release of nanobot, Cheetah still needed to block Blade Girl’s asshole with her tongue until the nanobot job was done. Bullets were **** out of Blade Girl’s body, and the wound gradually stopped bleeding and closed. After all the bullets were expelled from her body, the nanobot job was done. And then it was the time for the unpleasant part of the whole ordeal. The last step was to expel the nanobot from Blade Girl’s body. The nanobot knew when their job was done and rushed back to her asshole opening.

Fuck. Cheetah cursed

She pulled back her tongue from Blade girl’s asshole, but it was too late. Once she unblocked her asshole, enema of black liquid shot from her asshole to her face.

THE END FOR NOW

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Author notes: Each ending of Bella will build the dystopian world of M1S0-GYN Protocol tale.

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