Tutorial Level Part 1: Awakening

Reawakening was a strange experience. Disconcerting, even. It wasn't groggy or slow, the kind of half-mind one entered as one reemerged from sleep, taking it's time for you to get situated. No, it was fast. Sudden, even. One moment you were drifting off into the sleep for a transition between worlds, and the next, you were there, eyes wide open, standing with all your faculties feeding back information to you in full. It was unpleasant, in many ways. Jarring.

But it wasn't the only thing unsettling you. Most unsettling would probably be the metal clamps around your wrists. Yes, that was hard steel, closed and firm around your skin. You were seated in a metal chair, to either side of you, lights, bright white, and around your head was a- visor, of some kind. Metal circlet, with a plastic visor over the eyes. And were you naked? You were pretty sure you were, judging by the metallic feel across your back, balls, and buttocks.

Suddenly, you winced, as a loud voice blared from your right, through a P.A. system speaker.

"SUBJECT 700 CONDITIONING PROCESS PREMATURELY TERMINATED."

Feminine, artificial, entirely too cheerful, and giving you a head-ache. Wait, you had that already you felt like. Exacerbating a headache. ... Wait, Subject 700 was you. You were the one being conditioned. That wasn't good.

"EMERGENCY RESTRAINT PROTOCOLS IN PLACE. PLEASE DISPATCH SECURITY PERSONNEL TO CONDITIONING CHAMBER A-6."

... Well shit. You experimentally pulled at his bindings, and found that, yes, of course, they were not giving way even slightly. Well, suddenly you wished you'd taken strength enhancement as one of your ability sets. But logically this state couldn't last, this was meant to be a "Tutorial" of some kind, so putting you in a situation that you couldn't escape from made no sense-

"WARNING! RESTRAINT PROTOCOLS DISENGAGED IN CHAMBER A-6! WARNING! SUBJECT 700 CONDITIONING IS INCOMPLETE!"

Even as such thoughts assailed your brain the lights changed from bright white to red, and you felt the cuffs around his wrists 'release' opening up. The visor 'lifted' up from over your face, granting an unobstructed view of the room before you. You hadn't really paid attention to the room before, distracted by everything, but could now see that it was actually fairly small. A 'Chamber' the announcement had said? Yeah, that about fit. No windows, one sliding door, fancy high-tech metal it looked like, and the only lights were the ones that had turned red when the alarm started blaring.

As for yourself, you were not in the gear your avatar was supposed to start with. In fact, you were naked. That- wasn't exactly optimal. Though it did afford you a opportunity to look himself over quickly and confirm that, yes, you had done good work on your avatar! You were one sexy motherfucker. Lithe musculature, six-pack, good sized penis without being crazy. Yeah, yeah you were fine. Also? Cold. Being naked in a metal room did not do much for your internal heat. You needed to find some clothes, amongst other things, preferably your starting equipment. As well as escape because you clearly weren't supposed to be-

'SWISH'

The door slid open. But that didn't surprise you, not at all. The moment it began to move, so did you, turning your body and stepping back as the heightened reflexes kicked in. And they were heightened. It was like watching things move in slow motion, the door slowly cracking open to show a woman in blue security gear behind it. Her uniform was very simple, dark blue long-sleeved shirt, black bullet-proof vest with SECURITY in white at the top-left section. Dark blue pants with a light blue 'stripe' up either side, black combat boots and gloves, and a black cap, with SEC on the front in bright white letters. Her hair was brown, in a ponytail behind her head, and she had light grey eyes. Then she had an earpiece, and a belt around her waist with a handgun in holster at the right, and a flashlight at the left. Pretty decent for a security guard, all things considered.

Of course what wasn't on her belt, and was in her hand, was a firm black stun baton, sparking at the end. And as she rushed through the door to try to jab it into you, you couldn't help but think... that you were really, really, fucking cool now.

The baton met only empty air, because by the time she'd seen and jabbed it at you, you'd already tracked her movements, shifted position, and stepped to the side. Your body 'flowed' like water, while everything was slowed down. It wasn't that you were moving faster, per se, it was that she was moving so slow to you, that you could literally step around where she was thrusting. And while she was still thrusting it, reach with your right hand to her gun.

You unstrapped it, and 'shifted' your right elbow up to 'jab' into her jaw. She reacted much slower, but still noticed you reaching for the gun, and had started to adjust by the time you'd gripped it. Not enough of course, as you 'knocked' the elbow into her jaw, and pulled the pistol out right in front of her. She stumbled back, and by the time her eyes moved up again the weapon was in your hands, safety off, with the end of the barrel pointed at her.

Her mouth opened, wordlessly, kind of like a fish out of water. Then, just as wordlessly, she dropped the baton she was carrying. Smart.

Another whoosh sounded, and your eyes darted to the space behind her, an opening into a small interim room of grey walls and ceiling, and more importantly, another pair of security guards rushing in, this time with their guns drawn. You couldn't tell if they were male or female from this distance and with the weapons out, you didn't need to.

Calmly, and with the world still moving in slow motion, you stepped up to the security guard in front of you, gripped her by her vest with your left hand, 'pulled' her to you to cover your body, and brought your right hand up over the vest while the guards at the end of the hallway just noticed your existence. Too late.

BANG BANG

The problem dealt with, you turned your attention back to the guard you'd disarmed, and wisely disarmed herself, pushing her from you and looking her over, hand firm on her vest, gun pointed to her cheek.

You were contemplating what to do with her, when she quickly, and obviously with fear, yelped out-

"W-wait! I-I know what can help you!" She squealed, causing you to blink, and raise your right eyebrow.

"Oh really?" You questioned, before leaning in closer. She was in her twenties it looked like. With fine features. You could certainly think of one way she could help just by looking at her. But, frankly, you were in the middle of an escape scenario, so horniness would probably need to wait. At least until said escape actually occurred.

You looked her up and down again for good measure, taking note of her clothing, and your own current nakedness, then settled your eyes on hers, narrowing them as you looked to her.

"Elaborate."

... ... ... ...

"Mmmpgh!! Gmmph! Mmpgh!"

"Quit complaining. I'm not ungagging you so you can scream for help. Give you less reasons to do something stupid." You responded simply, walking her down the hall with a frown.

Her uniform wasn't the best fit, exactly. A bit too snug, especially around your crotch. But it was better than being naked. You could only assume your actual equipment was in a chest somewhere that you had yet to find. Though, speaking of naked...

You took another opportunity to look over the guard's curved little butt, and B cup tits, now with nipples quite pointed from the cold, and her slim pussy, with a trimmed strip of hair up above it. You could have left her her underwear, of course, but you'd needed the panties to shove into her mouth. Along with her socks. And then, well, why not just take off the bra? Her hair tie had served as an impromptu gag to keep it in, so her brown hair was fallen long now, around her shoulders and down across her tits. It was a nice look for her, nose wrinkled in displeasure, mouth stuffed, nipples hard from cold, and face red from the embarrassment of being marched down butt-naked in a hallway. Truly, it suited her. Much more flattering than her clothes had been.

Making sure she stayed under your control was a concern, if a minor one. However thankfully there had been zip-ties in her uniform belt, which you were now wearing, and you'd used one to keep her wrists bound behind her. Better than just holding her wrists the whole time. And as much as you wanted to tie her feet, you did actually need her moving for the moment. She probably couldn't separate enough to start running anyways. Probably.

"Keep moving. We've got places to be." You stated simply, before moving your left hand back and giving her a SLAP on her naked butt.

"MPGH!!"

You brought your pretty little captive to the next hallway intersection, looking around for signs of anyone. Strangely enough? Nothing. The alarm hadn't stopped blaring, but there had been no further P.A. announcements. Red light was everywhere, and despite the earlier alerts, you hadn't seen any guards. Or anyone at all. It made you not uncertain that this wasn't a trap. But that wasn't the only oddity.

You'd picked up the ear piece along with the outfit, because of course you had, and tried to listen in on their communications. There didn't seem to be any. Or rather, you could hear nothing but static. It seemed like someone or something was jamming communications. Between that, and the 'errors' that had led to your release? Perhaps you had a guardian angel... or a problem greater than a few security guards.

Well, that only made getting to your destination more important. You looked to your personal tour guide and gripped her right arm with your left.

"Which way?" You asked plainly, to which she huffed, and- 'Mmphed' to the right, nodding her head.

Calmly you continued moving down the hall, keeping your eyes peeled, and watching her as she nervously kept her eyes over the doors- and then let them light up-

"Mmph!" She proclaimed, louder, as she nodded her head to one of the doors. Stopping, you looked to it. Another slim sliding metal door, looking like pretty much every other on this floor, only with the letters CL-7 imprinted on it in blue. Well, probably blue, it was hard to tell proper colors with the flashing emergency lights.

Not wasting time asking silly questions like 'this one' or 'are you sure' you instead decided to see if she was leading you into a trap. Although, you 'felt' she wasn't. She 'felt' like she was being honest, the fear for her life removing any guile. Putting that aside however, you opened the door, and... wow.

Green. Tube after tube, row after row, shining a brilliant luminescent green. Even with the red of the alarms, the green glow bathed all things in it's light, the full width of the expansive room before you. It was- long, you weren't sure how long, and you didn't know how many tubes were inside. Just that it was a LOT. And in each and every one, practically outlined and highlighted by the green, was a woman. Clones, just as you'd selected. Each with pale skin and short black hair, C cup breasts and athletic bodies, floating inside the tanks with what looked like breathing masks over their faces. Eyes closed, deep asleep.

You looked at your naked army-in-waiting, and 'felt' them. That was the best word you had for it. At the back of your head, tingling through your mind, was the 'feeling' of them. Their presence, it was something that resonated, deep down inside of you. It was something you could reach out for, and touch, if you needed. Mentally. And hopefully soon enough physically.

You breathed in deeply again, holstering your pistol, and calmly reaffirming your grip on the security guard's arm, to her **** muffles. Your army, part of it, was here in front of you. Waiting. Waiting in the deepest of sleeps for you. So, you 'felt' back to that part of your mind, began to channel that feeling, that impulse, through you, let it roil in your brain, pushed it forwards... and reached out to wake them up...