Some interesting information

You enter the lab with your two obedient bitches in tow, looking around the clean and sterile room with idle curiosity. You see a few tables set up with lab equipment as well as a few boards with formulas and sketches written upon them. There's also a section of the room where a large metal locker stands against a wall, looking too large to be for any standard clothing or gear. Maybe a mini armory? You don't know, but you set it aside for now as something more important takes up your attention as you head for a desk at the end of the room.

"That computer. I'm guessin' that's where the big boss doc set up shop, yeah?", you say, pointing at the desk, which is the only one in the lab, and the computer upon it, "He seemed like the kind o' fucker that liked sittin' down and lookin' over everybody like he owned 'em or somethin'. That's how he struck me...before I crushed his fuckin' skull like an egg, that is."

You chuckled at that, though your two bitches looked more pale than amused by the words. Obviously, they were still quite frightened of the strength you could bring to bear if angered, despite any strange connection they felt to you after you'd fucked them both. You glanced at them pointedly, though, and that seemed enough to get them to push past their discomfort as they both nodded hesitantly to your question.

"Yes, that was the doctor's desk and that's his personal computer. All of his notes and files on the project are on there.", Bitch 2 said and Bitch 1 moved over to the computer to start it up.

"I've got codes and passwords for it, if you need.", she added with an eager to please note in her voice.

"How'd you get those?", Bitch 2 asked incredulously and Bitch 1 smiled in return.

"I have my ways.", she said enigmatically.

You, however, only smirked. "Oh, I see. You fucked the doc. I'm surprised he could even get it up. Didn't seem the type to be interested in stickin' his dick in a hot piece of ass.", you say, the blush coming to Bitch 1's cheeks all the confirmation you needed that your words were correct.

"You fucked him?! You fucking slut!", Bitch 2 growled in outrage.

"Oh, fuck you! I didn't fuck him...I just blew him a couple of times. How the fuck else do you think you kept this job after you fucked up on that prisoner transfer?", she shot back.

"Hey, it's not my fault that they fucked up the dosage on the tranq!", he retorted.

"ENOUGH! Shut the fuck up! Fuckin' Christ, gonna make me rethink the whole leavin' you alive thing if you keep bitchin' like that.", you growl at them and then point to the computer, "Fuckin' get me in there and open up some files, Bitch 1. You sucked cock for those passwords, might as well put 'em to good use."

The two silence their arguing at your anger and the ex-guard nods as she logs into the computer and looks through the files before clicking open one for you. "Here. This should be the main file on the Project.", she says and you push her aside so you can get a look at the screen.

"Project...Dreadnought, huh. Not bad. I like that. Dreadnought.", you say to yourself after reading the header for the file you're looking at, "Now, let's see what those fuckin' eggheads did to me exactly. Bitch 1! You're on mouse workin' duties. My hands ain't exactly built for workin' somethin' like that now."

The female ex-guard nods and starts to scroll through the file when you tell her to. Meanwhile, you turn to Bitch 2 and point around the lab. "Bitch 2, you...I dunno. Just start smashin' shit and rippin' up files. Ain't gonna be nothin' left o' this place when I'm done with it so might as well get a head start on that, right?", you say and give him a wicked grin, "Do a good job and maybe I won't be too rough the next time I stick my dick in your ass. Get to it, bitch!"

At those words, Bitch 2 nods and moves off to do what you told him to, starting to break apart what equipment he could and rip up what papers he found. You nod at that, though you were thinking you were probably gonna fuck him up the ass however you fucking felt like no matter what kind of job he did. But that was for later. For now, you looked to the screen and read what details you could about the project that had changed you from average hard-ass convict to a super-powered mountain of bad-ass.