(This might pass muster at DeviantArt, but who knows these days. Sex is visually implied and verbally referred to, so I'm posting it here and at ArtUntamed.)
"Well that was diverting, I suppose," Dr. Orlov said.
"Hmm…"
"Agent Johnson…?"
"Huh? Oh. Sorry, I was wool-gathering…"
"Is that what the cool kids call it these days?" the grey-haired academic said with a smirk. Johnson's demeanor remained as inscrutable as a poker player with facial immobility. "She is an attractive woman," Orlov added.
"I rely on you to do more than state the obvious, Doctor."
A loud scream from Duster drew their attention back to the defeated heroine. The monstrosity called Weapon Omega had torn her costume from her body; he had positioned her on all fours and now knelt behind her.
"Penetration, unless I am very much mistaken," Dr. Orlov said coldly.
"Will we see their progeny in nine months?" Johnson asked.
"Sadly, no," Orlov said. "The procedure left Stevens infertile."
"Disappointing."
"Indeed. But there certainly won't be a lack of trying. As I said, based on his psych profile, Omega won't kill her. He'll drag her back into the facility and keep her there for his amusement."
"How long will she last?"
"An intriguing question," Orlov said, his voice animated with academic interest. He had to almost shout to be heard over Weapon Omega's grunts and Duster's shrieks. "Her file states she possesses a secondary meta-gene, granting her a low-level healing factor." Duster yelled again in anger, pain, and frustration. "This experience may test its limits."
Doctor Orlov raised his eyes from his tablet computer to dispassionately watch Weapon Omega raping the voluptuous young heroine. Thirty years…! Where had the time gone? He remembered a young recruit fresh out of college, noted for his patriotism, recruited into a top secret military project. He had wanted to refine the process and produce a more controllable super-soldier, but his superiors had reassigned to other assignments. Now, near the end of his career, he'd come full circle. Oh, the years had given him enough wisdom and perspective to acknowledge Weapon Omega as a failure: a soldier, especially a super-soldier, had to obey orders, not be a mindless rage-monster. In Duster, however, he saw many… possibilities.
"I speculate that, if we left Weapon Omega to his own devices, her ordeal could last for months," Orlov said. "Of course we'll retrieve her before he does any permanent damage. By then, she should be sufficiently subdued for our purposes." His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. "Yes… subdued, weakened, and ready…"
The government agent and the scientist watched Duster's naked body rocking helplessly without betraying a hint of emotion. If she cast an infuriated look in their direction at one point, neither gave any sign that they'd noticed it.
