Getting it over with

“Well, this is uncomfortable.”

“Breath in please Mister Doe, I need an accurate measurement.”

“I get it. I’m not really in shape.”

The lab coat wearing woman sighs as she stetches out the tape measure just a little bit further. “If we’re going to apply the latest gene modifications to you, we need to know your normal measurements. Height, weight, lung capacity, muscle density. This isn’t just for your benefit. This information is essential to our research.”

“I never really agreed to that stuff anyway.”

“If you’re going to be working for the boss, you’ll need them,” Glenn chuckled, “We need the strength of five men each just to keep up. You can trust Doctor West, she’s a pair of good hands.”

“I get that, but why the… penis measurement?”

Doctor West shrugs, “Carmine asked, I delivered.” Of course that madwoman was the one who asked. Doctor West is something of a bombshell herself, a classic American beauty with pouty lips, high cheekbones and blonde hair tied into a high ponytail. It’d be a mistake to call her a bimbo of course – she’s working for Ms 500 IQ, so she must have a lot upstairs too.

The medical bay is half hospital, half mad scientists lair. With several wards of beds spiralling off from a central room. Everywhere else is occupied with various dangerous looking contraptions, including one that looks like it holds you down and sticks you in the arms and legs with various needles. It’s also contained within a glass tube so you can imagine that it drowns you in some kind of liquid too.

“Oh, I see you’re admiring the modification apparatus, it’s very impressive isn’t it?” she comments as she scribbles down more notes onto her paper. “You’ll be using that for the basic course.”

“Basic course? Is this a time share or a laboratory?”

“Both.”

Glenn sees fit to explain, “Every single person working in a dangerous position has the basic course. Some people get more impact out of it, but generally it gives you the stamina and muscle mass of a solider, with none of the effort. Your arms might hurt for a week or two though.”

“And how long does that take?”

“You have to go in multiple times for a few hours…”

“Allow me Captain. The primary function of this chamber is to inject you with our nanotechnology – which allows us to isolate and manipulate your genetic code. By doing so we can simulate the process of destroying and building your muscles. The nanomachines will accelerate your regenerative power, while also deploying a mild acid to break down old muscle tissue. For a adult male of your size, I would say that it will take three hours a day for a week.

“Anything further, like the treatment that Miss Wei received, would take a significantly longer amount of time. Dare I say that she’s more nanomachine than blood, and her genetic code would be unrecognizable to a casual observer.”

“That’s pretty fucked up.”

“She consented.”

That’s not really a defence, but you aren’t going to spend an hour arguing with her about the ethics of injecting robots into people’s blood. You have better things to do, like putting your clothes back on so she can’t gawk at your cock anymore.

“We aren’t going to start on that right away, Carmine wants you for something else first.”

The Captain leads you back to the command room and points you up the stairs. You take a moment before ascending the steps into Carmine’s office. The interior is surprisingly cosy, with a carpeted floor, curtains on the windows, a big wooden desk, and bookshelves everywhere there is space free. Carmine smiles as you enter.

“There you are baby; did you enjoy the tour?”

“Uh, yeah. It was great.”

The subtle crows eyes at the edge of her face wrinkle slightly. You have no idea how old Carmine is. She has an artificial look about her – and setting this up must have taken decades. But Carmine isn’t any normal woman, that much has been made obvious.

“Have a seat, I’d like to talk with you.”

You hesitantly step into the room and sit across from Carmine. She immediately stands up just to fuck with you. She paces around your chair for a moment, “What do you think of me?”

“…I can’t say. The only things I know about you are the things you told me. And I’m not sure what parts are true.”

She places her red nails on your shoulder, “All of it was true. I never lie about myself. Deceiving people and bringing them here is asking for trouble. I’m smart, sexy, and I also know how much of a monster I am.” You try to keep your eyes away from her cavernous cleavage in the process. Every movement she makes, every tilt of the hips and flick or her hair, is designed to seduce your mind and distract your attention.

“A monster?”

“I’m not going to pretend that I’m doing all this for the greater good – even though my many inventions could save billions of lives. A selfless person would have published their findings and worked within the system, even if it meant that they would be less recognized. But not me. What they fail to realize is that I’m better than them.”

“So you want to show up your old co-workers.”

“In a sense. The sad truth of life is that through luck or corruption there are people better than you. Climbing to the top of the pile is what life is about, but when the people at the top get to set the rules, that just isn’t fair is it?”

Carmine knocks the breath out of you by sitting across your lap. She wraps her arms around your head and pulls you into her chest. The smell of a mature women fills your nose, fabric and perfume and just a small amount of sweat. “Would you throw away your principles, your justice, to work with me?”

“I…”

She shushes you, “I already know the answer, John. I know everything I need to know about you. I know that you’d willingly throw yourself into my arms just to prove me right. What I want you to be, what I need you to be, is a person more human than anyone else. Everything that a great man can do, you will do three times better. You will jump higher, run faster, fuck longer…”

She kisses you again, her tongue slipping between your own lips. Her thighs shift and rub against each other as your cock begins to harden. Her hands grip your hair with some **** and pull you away, “…If you want to stand next to me, that is. There’s no man on Earth that is worth my attention, and you have no idea how much work it was to find you. You’re not there yet. I’ll make you a man worthy of me.”

You’re left kissing the air as Carmine stands and faces away. She claps her hands twice. “Your first test. Wei! Come here.”

“Yes Miss Carson.”

You don’t even know when and how Chun got here. But she’s stood next to you in a long Chinese dress, with red fabric and swirling golden dragons. It shows off her powerful legs and leaves little to the imagination.

“The first thing you should know about me John, is that I desire a man who is as amoral and greedy as I am. Wei, do not fight back.”

“Yes Miss Carson.”

“Fuck this Chinese sow until she squirts.”

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