(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.
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