Some interesting stuff...after I get through all the science bullshit.

You get Bitch 1 to open up the file and start scrolling through the numerous text files within it so you could begin to read...and read...and read some more. You read the scientific notations for about ten minutes before you clap your hand over your eyes and give a frustrated groan. It is just SO MUCH fucking science bullshit to go through. Your fractured education provided to you mostly from correctional facilities didn't prepare you for dealing with the advanced biology and chemistry you were seeing in the files right now and it was really starting to make your head hurt. And considering nothing much hurt you now, that was really saying something.

"Jesus fuckin' christ, the doc fuckin' typed as much as he talked. What the fuck...", you murmur as you close your eyes, rubbing them with your thumb and index fingers as though you could work out some of your headache that way, "Fuck this. Bitch 1, read this and sum it up for me. I ain't readin' all this science bullshit anymore."

"Um, okay. I can do that.", the ex-guard says as she scans the files, seeming to glean more meaning from them than you do. She was sharper than you thought. Not that that mattered since she was still gonna be your personal fuck toy whenever you felt like it, but it was good to know that, when she wasn't speared on your cock, she could be of use.

"It looks like the results of tests of the experiment that made you when they were running tests on lab rats before. They were using a very watered down version of what made you, but there were still results.", she relates to you, "Enhanced strength, near invulnerability, enhanced senses of sight, smell and hearing, physical regeneration, resistance to almost all known toxins and disease, resistance to psionics and psychic control...oh, this is interesting."

"What? So far ya ain't told me nothin' I didn't already know just from fuckin' up all the security fuckers here, Bitch 1, so this interestin' thing better be real fuckin' interestin'.", you say and she nods with more than a little nervousness as she continues.

"It says your body is built for perpetual adaptation and improvement. According to the notes, you can, hypothetically, get stronger and more resilient whenever you suffer damage. It's sort of like your body reinforcing itself everytime something actually breaks through.", she explains and you look thoughtful at that, considering what this means.

"So, long story short, I get knocked down, I get back up even tougher than before?", you ask.

"Um, pretty much, yeah."

"Wow. That's pretty fuckin' sweet right there. I thought I was fuckin' badass enough as it was, but you're tellin' me I can improve on what I got goin' already? Fuckin' A, the doc mighta been an asshole, but he knew how to build a mountain of badass like myself right, that's for goddamn sure.", you say with a laugh, thinking that it was almost unfair how badass you were now...and just how much fun you were going to have taking advantage of your badassness as soon as you got off this fucking island.

Your moment of imagining the **** and debauchery of the future was interrupted as you heard Bitch 1 give a gasp at something she read, her eyes going wide as she glanced to you for a moment before looking quickly back at the screen. Which, of course, only served to inspire suspicion in you as you looked to her through narrowed eyes. She pointedly tried to pretend she didn't notice, but you weren't letting her get away with that shit. Not even for a second.

"All right, what the fuck was that about? What'd you read that got your panties in a fuckin' twist?", you ask her.

"Oh, n-nothing. It wasn't anything.", she answered, very unconvincingly.

"Oh, nothing, huh? I guess that's all right then. I'll just take your word for it and let the whole thing go and we'll go 'bout our business and every- you better fuckin' tell me what you fuckin' read right now before I snap your fuckin' neck like a matchstick, ya stupid cunt.", you growl at her and she yelps and quickly obeys.

"It's nothing important, I swear. It's just...they said there were unexpected side effects in the preliminary tests. It says your, um, your fluids may have a regenerative effect on others when ingested or when applied topically to the skin.", she explains, reading the words off the screen.

"My...fluids? So what're we talkin'? Blood? Piss? What?", you ask.

"Um, blood, saliva, tears and, um...semen. It says anything meant for waste management wouldn't carry the properties so not urine or, er, you know.", she explains.

"Huh. Good thing I ain't into pissin' or shittin' on people then. So I got magic healin' blood, spit and cum then? Fuck. That explains why you and Bitch 2 over there didn't fuckin' up and die when I stuck this monster cock in you. I was rearrangin' your insides with this thing but you're still alive. Kinda expected to fuck ya both to ****. Guess you guys got lucky with my healing cum.", you laugh and then shake your head, "Why'd that get you all gasp-y, ya stupid bitch? Don't sound too distressin'. Sounds good for you, actually, since I'm gonna be fillin' ya full of my spunka few more times before I'm done with you."

She shivers at that and you think that it's more out of desire than fear. Why this desire is present is what she explains next, after recovering her senses. "Well, um, in addition to being regenerative, your fluids are also...addictive, it looks like. At least that's what happened with the lab rats they tested the watered down version of what made you on. It says that the other control rats ended up going into a frenzy for the subject rats' blood and sexual fluids. They had to terminate the experiment because of it as they wouldn't stop, er, breeding.", she continued and you feel a devious grin come to your lips.

"Ha! So that's why you and your boyfriend over there were so quick to become my cum-hungry sluts, ain't it? You're fuckin' hooked on what my cock gives ya!", you exclaim, laughing boisterously at the predicament the two ex-guards are now in, hooked as they are on the cum of a super-powered convict they should both fear or revile. It was actually hilarious to you, which caused a blush of shame to come to Bitch 1's cheeks as she looked down at the ground.

Bitch 2, however, had been preoccupied with his task of smashing and destroying whatever he could get his hands on in the room so he didn't even notice. In fact, you had almost forgot he was there until he called out to you from across the room.

"Hey, you should come look at this!", he yelled and you look over to him, thinking to tell him to watch who he's fucking telling what to do, but instead decide to humor him as you head over in his direction to see what it is he's found.