First Hand Experience

I remained under the thumb of Edward and the company's inner circle. I was aware that at any moment, I could be summoned to enact some twisted fantasy for some guest or another. How low I must have fallen. To be relegated to a cum rag or a warm sock for depraved men. For a man who supposedly thinks with his genitals, he is surprisingly shrewd. I guess it was my own hubris to believe I could outsmart him and seize control of the company. Now, I am a pariah, an outcast. A careful reminder of when ambition overshadows skill. He has been playing this game for far too long. I recall the first time I met him in Texas. I was the daughter of the Lt. Governor, a 22-year-old neo-Dixie socialite, when I encountered that weak 18-year-old boy. He was just beginning his journey as an arms-dealer salesman. It was quite effortless to control that unsuspecting little boy from the North. Boys like him often need a reminder of their status, requiring a firm push to make them yield, just like the timid souls they are. Special lubricants heightened sensitivity, making the experience even more pleasurable. I could hear the whimpers and cries he let out that night as I brought him to his climax. He was like putty in my hands. However, time has a peculiar way of playing tricks on people. It would be another decade before I would have another opportunity with him. He might have even forgotten my name, or perhaps he was just joking. I could reignite the magic we had created that night in Houston. But I was reckless. So caught up in my own sense of superiority, I continued to see him as that little boy rather than the frail man he had become. Taking over the company right from under his nose would have been my ultimate achievement, leaving him broke. But then I realized that his family would crush me if I attempted this. I came up with a scheme to get him to marry me. Hmph, looking back, I find it hard to comprehend how incredibly foolish I was. I might as well have put a target on myself. I was shocked that he didn't let me go and instead blocked me instantly. I even kept my head down, waiting for this to eventually settle down. Eventually, it did.

Sylvia, the daughter of Nora and Edward, had apprehended a hapless red pill insurgent or perhaps a descendant of one—a frail boy, likely around 18 or 19 years old. A single look at him revealed he was as delicate as a toothpick, easily breakable. I found myself questioning why this boy, this adversary, was brought here. Surely, it wasn't for any labor. He seemed incapable of handling any significant task. Yet, as Edward introduced him to everyone, a wide smile appeared on Zoey's face. She has been unusually cheerful lately. I needed to keep a close watch on her. They led him down to the lab. Apparently, a secret meeting was taking place. While I listened in, I discovered that the boy's name was Johan, although Edward preferred to call him Bobby—what an arrogant choice. Johan did not seem to mind, mainly because he was being served real food. After he finished eating, they began conducting multiple tests on him.

Eventually, they had provided him with even more food. They must have really felt compassion for the poor little fellow. I would too, just by looking at him. I felt nothing but absolute disgust. Perhaps Edward was involved in humanitarian activities. After a few hours, I observed Johan stepping into what I assumed was a tank or some large capsule. As the door to the tank began to close, it was filled with a strange, new green liquid. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of ominous project they were executing over the next two weeks. I watched Johan carefully and discreetly. He was connected to far too many tubes. However, it was hard to discern whether he was in any pain. After the two weeks had elapsed, Zoey and Edward went to the lab to awaken Johan from his deep slumber.

As they opened the tank, my eyes widened in astonishment. Johan, that slender boy, was an exemplary physical specimen. He possessed the physique of a Greco-Roman deity. As I observed intently, he began to awaken. Moments later, Zoey was positioned with her backside in the air, receiving stimulation on her clitoris and oral attention to her vagina. She quickly became aroused. His erection became vigorous, expanding to an almost exaggerated size. In a flash, she was being vigorously penetrated. Every movement was purposeful. He had her completely under his control, thrusting and taking her in every conceivable way. After approximately 30 minutes of relentless activity, Johan finally released his hold on Zoey's body. His enormous member began to ejaculate like a garden hose, covering her body. He was clearly in need of that release. Yet, he immediately resumed his actions with Zoey. There were no wasted movements, no pauses, and no idle chatter. He was like a man on a mission, engaging in an intimate mating press. Her vagina was being overwhelmed by his substantial physique. The once scrawny boy had transformed into a fully-fledged man, graduating with top honors, and he was certainly putting his skills to good use. I lost track of time simply gazing at them. However, soon his eyes shifted towards me. To him, I must have seemed like fresh prey ready to be consumed. A lamb being led to its doom. I felt paralyzed and made no attempt to resist. The only memory I have is of being seized and thrown to the ground. My clothes were torn off without any ceremony, and I was treated like a cheap piece of meat. Foreplay was entirely unnecessary. As my body endured the breaking, I managed to glance at Zoey for a fleeting moment, and an evil, sultry grin was spread across her face. She wore a large, satisfied smile. Although she was looking at me, it was clear her thoughts were elsewhere. Johan was anything but gentle. My body simply gave in. Once again, I lost track of time. Apparently, I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Johan certainly did a number on my body. All I recall is waking up in a medical tank while my body was in recovery. Edward and Vieregg were engaged in a spirited discussion. Or rather, Vieregg was yelling unspeakable things at Edward, who sat there smiling as if he were pleased with the events that had transpired. All I know is that my body was utterly wrecked, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction. Whatever that bastard did to Johan over the two weeks. Whatever that liquid was. It transformed him into some sort of Human-mutant hybrid. I am quite certain he will refine whatever formula that was. All I know is that I yearned to experience that rush once again.