Observation room

Colonel Smith stood in the control room, his steely gaze fixed on the array of monitors before him. The room was dimly lit, with only the cold glow of the screens illuminating his stern features. He was a man who had seen many operations, each more classified than the last, but Operation Profta was different. This was new territory, even for him. The stakes were high, and any mistake could lead to disastrous consequences—not just for the mission, but for the reputation of the entire program.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his posture rigid, betraying none of the tension simmering beneath the surface. On the screens, he could see the three young women—Madison, Emma, and Abigail—entangled in a frenzied display of passion, driven by the very substance his team had engineered: Lust Gas #324-771. The gas had been developed to exploit the deepest, most primal instincts of the human psyche, and today was the first true test of its effectiveness.

But the test hadn’t gone according to plan.

The operation had been meticulously planned, with every possible variable accounted for. The girls were chosen for their psychological profiles, their personalities carefully analyzed to ensure they would be the perfect subjects. The cabin, isolated and modern, was fitted with the latest surveillance technology, allowing Smith and his team to monitor every detail. Everything had been designed to ensure the gas would take full effect, allowing the researchers to observe the unfolding events in a controlled environment.

Yet, Madison—the one Smith had marked as the leader of the group—had proven to be more astute than anticipated. Her growing suspicion had **** his hand.

“Sir,” one of the technicians called out from the console, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Subject A—Madison—was beginning to detect the anomalies in the wireless and Bluetooth signals. It’s likely she would have uncovered the surveillance equipment within the hour.”

Smith nodded, his jaw tightening. He had **** but to initiate the gas deployment much earlier than planned. The gas was meant to be released gradually, allowing the girls to ease into the altered state. But Madison’s awareness had threatened to expose the entire operation, so Smith had ordered the release at full potency, flooding the cabin with the experimental compound before they could escape or alert anyone.

“It was a calculated risk,” Smith said, more to himself than to the technician. “We needed to ensure the test’s success, even if it meant deviating from the original protocol.”