Dr. Johnson (female)

You’re Dr. Johnson, a very sleekly bodied woman with a wicked smile. You’d studied robotics your whole life and recently took up a job at the local police station. They asked you to develop a technology that could incapacitate any criminal, to which you responded, “with pleasure.” Unbeknownst to them, it’ll certainly be done with pleasure, because you know a way that puts you in ecstasy and incapacitates other people at the same time. You shudder with arousal at the thought of making boys double over in pain and shock from broken balls, and completely breaking girls’s breasts and pussies. And getting paid for it at that. You work day and night, moved forward by the thought of your reward, and finish your robots in a week.

“Now for some test subjects.” You mutter quietly to yourself. You’d put up posters earlier requesting for volunteers in order to see if your design works, which took the life out of you from having to go outside. Sitting in the police office instead of your underground laboratory, you avoid eye contact with the loud noisy crowd, until you see someone walk in the door.