Whorewatch: Enslavement Files

Fareeha Amara, also known under the callsign ‘Pharah,’ is a former Egyptian army officer, and current member of both the helix private security company, and the recently reformed Overwatch. More relevantly however, she is the wife of scientist Angela Ziegler, who is currently working alongside the Mental Health Research Team as the primary developer of our mental subjugation program (see [file]: [Subject]: [Angela Ziegler]). The couple currently reside in the housing section of Research Development Facility [REDACTED], to allow Dr Zieglar to focus on her duties full-time.

Angela, and by extension Fareeha, have been led to believe that once completed, the mental subjugation technology will only be used to temporarily control dangerous individuals, as a means of pacifying them peacefully. They are, of course, entirely unaware of our true intentions, and as such are only allowed to access small portions of the facility, always under supervision. Under the assumption that this is a top secret operation, they have even accepted instructions to minimize contact with anyone outside the base.

Fareeha, a lifelong soldier, has clearly noted the strange nature of the situation and seems highly suspicious of our organization as a whole. Her dedication to justice and strong willed nature guarantee that if she were to discover the full extent of our plans, she would immediately become a major threat. Not only is she a highly trained soldier, but she retains access to a highly advanced proprietary helix raptor suit, a full body weapons platform that allows her to function as a one-woman squadron.

She is also, however, a fantastic potential subject for the mental subjugation program once the project is completed, for both tactical and morale reasons. Due to her cold demeanor, singular sexual attraction to women, and highly attractive figure, she has become an inaccessible object of desirability to the soldiers operating facility [REDACTED] . In fact, General [REDACTED] has himself taken a personal interest in Fareeha. As the project nears completion, plans are being set into place to ensure that she will be made an asset, not an obstacle.

[END BRIEF]

Fareeha anxiously paced the outline of the little bedroom in the little bunker. It was a comfortable enough space, it had its own bathroom, a kitchen and a bedroom, everything they needed really. The problem was just how long she’d been here. Two months, spent almost entirely in the room, in the compound cafeteria, or occasionally walking the little fenced in section of the compound grounds that they were allowed to use if there weren’t “Sensitive activities” going on outside. Which there currently were.

Fareeha had been stationed in some secretive facilities before, but never anything like this. She had seen the proof herself that this organization was working directly with the U.N, she knew they were legit, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong here. If she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn that she and Angela were practically the only people on the base who were being kept in the dark. Not to mention the fact that other than the young lab assistants Angela had brought on to the project, they seemed to be the only women around…

Her brooding was interrupted by the sound of the bunker door swinging open.

“Fareeha, are you home?”

“Hey honey.” She called back to her wife. She entered the living room just in time to see a glimpse of the two soldiers who must have escorted Angela back to the bunker standing in the hallway, before the door swung shut.

“Fareeha, wonderful news!” Unlike Fareeha, Angela seemed practically giddy. She had the widest smile Fareeha felt like she’d seen in months and she was practically bouncing as she shed her lab coat.

“Oh? What is it?”

Angela placed her hands on Fareeha’s shoulders.

“We finished the device! It’s ready!” Angela exclaimed. its about time!

It was finished? Finally?

“That’s great! ” Fareeha embraced her wife. “I’m so glad angela, after all this work you’ve put in, I’m so glad it’s finally… paying off…”

Fareeha frowned. She should feel excited, the sooner this project was finished the sooner they could get out of this bunker, away from these men who put Fareeha on edge. But something still just wasn’t sitting right with her.

Angela couldn’t see Fareeha’s face, but she picked up on her discomfort immediately.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

Fareeha hesitated. She didn’t want to ruin Angela’s good mood, but…

“I’m just not sure about these guys Angela.” She murmured. “This… mental subjugation stuff seems dangerous.”

Angela released Fareeha from their embrace to look into her eyes, and offered her a reassuring smile.

“Everything is dangerous honey, but this technology is going to make the world a better place! We’ll be able to protect what we love without hurting anybody. Just trust me.”

Fareeha smiled back. “Alright honey. I trust you.”

Angela winked slyly and booped Fareeha’s nose. “Good! Now no more sulking in our room. We’re having a little celebration and the General said he wants you to be there too.

“Mmmm. Alright then, I’ll come.”

“Yes you will.” Angela affirmed with mock sternness as she strode into the bedroom. Come get changed into something nice.

The General… Fareeha liked him least of all. Something about his demeanor just struck her as… condescending, like he thought she was stupid. Oh well, she could deal with it for one night to support Angela. Somewhat reluctantly, she followed her wife back into the bedroom to change into the one nice dress she had.

As the two exited their bunker, Fareeha was surprised to find the guards who had escorted Angela were gone. The guards usually stationed at the end of their housing corridor nodded to them as they passed, not moving to escort them either. Fareeha nodded back. Hopefully with the project finished, Fareeha and Angela would be under less scrutiny for the remainder of their stay? She could hope.

Most of the massive labs they passed on the way were deserted, but the few which were active seemed very active. Fareeha had grown pretty accustomed to the majority male work force constantly bustling around the base, but this seemed different. Most of the space was dead, and the places the soldiers were occupying had a strange air of urgency to them. From the bits of chatter she could hear from the hallways, Fareeha thought it almost sounded as if the men were excited .

Once they reached the end of the hall they made a sharp left to where Angela’s primary lab was. Fareeha could see shadows and movement in the lab and she instinctively tensed up. A quick squeeze on her hand from Angela reminded her to relax. She was off duty, she needed to just enjoy this time with her wife.

The lab was the first room so far to have a couple of men standing at the door, apparently operating as casual guards. They seemed to ignore the couple as they passed. Fareeha could’ve sworn she caught them turning to watch her when they thought her back was turned, but Angela was probably right, she was being paranoid.

Inside, a few of the soldiers and scientists Fareeha had grown accustomed to were standing around chatting. None of Angela's assistants were there, the room was occupied only by men. And now, the two of them.

The soldiers weren’t in their full gear, but neither were they in casual wear like Fareeha and Angela wore. The lav was brightly lit, and some of the desks and tables had been moved aside to allow people to mingle on the open floor. The center of the room was dominated by what Fareeha could only assume was the subject of the celebration: The completed mental subjugation device.

The device was a chunky machine, with a set of transparent tanks full of an unusual looking pink viscous liquid attached to its sides. Tubes ran from the tanks, and wires ran out of the machine, both meeting at a helmet, which sat atop a large adjustable chair, like the sort in a dentist’s office. Except that this chair had restraints on the arm and foot rests, giving it a distinctly ominous look.

Sanding next to the chair, holding a drink, and chatting with a frown to one of the soldiers, was the general himself. Fareeha and Angela had only been in the room a moment before he turned his attention to them, his face lighting up.

“Aaaah girls, I'm so glad you’re here!” His voice was low and gravely, and Pharah couldn’t help but bristle at the way he referred to them as ‘girls.’ The general’s greeting had caught the attention of everyone else in the room. All eyes were on Fareeha and Angela now.

“After all,” the general continued. “This wouldn't have been possible without you, Angela!” He raised his glass to her.

“Please, it was a team effort.” Angela waved away his adulation. “Everyone here deserves the credit for…”:

Fareeha glanced at her wife as she trailed off. Angela was frowning now, her eyes locked on the machine.

“You’ve… Made some adjustments, since this afternoon.” She stated tersely. She glanced at the man Fareeha recognized as the primary engineer of the project. The man's eyes shifted nervously.

“The machine was configured for temporary pacification. What is this for?” Angela demanded, gesturing towards the distinctly dystopian looking machine. The other men in the room probably wouldn’t be able to recognize it through her professional tone, but Fareeha could tell right away, Angela was angry . Willing as she was to share the appropriate credit, Angela’s projects were her babies. Nobody messed with her babies.

“This,” The general patted the chair with a sly grin. “This is what you’ve been working towards all this time honey.” Angela squeezed Fareeha’s hand again, this time for a very different reason.

“I’d explain, but I think it’ll be much easier to just show you.” He continued. “That's actually why I wanted you both to be here tonight!”

“Show me… what?” Angela asked, her voice dangerously thin.

“What the mental subjugation program is for , Angela. Allow us to demonstrate for you.”.

“ Demonstrate!?” Angela snapped. “I don’t want a demonstration, I want to know what you’re talking-”

Angela gasped as she was yanked from Fareeha’s grip. Fareeha reached out to grab her hand, but stopped when she noticed the movement behind her own back.. The soldier reaching for her arms was fast, but Fareeha’s reaction was faster, an elbow square to the center of his face.

“Fuck!” The soldier swore as he fell to his knees, cradling his broken nose.

Fareeha turned back to where Angela was now being held by two soldiers, one on either side of her. She was surrounded, she didn't have her armor, she didn’t have any gear at all, in fact, but she’d been in tougher spots than this, hadn’t she? She needed to-

“Aaaah!” Fareeha cried as she felt a stun bolt strike her back. Her body seized up and she collapsed to the floor.

Fuck. Her head swam.There was so much shouting. The soldiers, the scientists, Angela…

Angela! Fareeha couldn't give up, couldn’t stay down! She tried to stand, to move at all, but her body wasn’t responding the way she wanted it to. Attempting to put her hands underneath her resulted in little more than a muscle spasm. Despite her best efforts, she remained a twitching heap on the floor, until-

A pair of hands dragged her to her feet. Her vision was blurry and it was hard to focus, but it looked like Angela was ok. She was struggling against the soldiers holding her in place, but they barely budged. Angela had some light combat training, she was good with a pistol and she knew what to do in a fight, but she was no soldier. She was totally outmatched here, at the mercy of the men holding. Fareeha was too, she realized.

“...The hell do you think you’re doing!” The ringing in Fareeha’s ears was starting to subside, allowing Angela’s voice to come into clear focus.

Immediately to her right Fareeha heard the general chuckle.

“Exactly what I said I’d do, Angela. Showing you what your machine will be used for. Trust me, your wife is the perfect person for us to demonstrate on.” The general cupped Fareeha’s jaw in his hand, and turned her face towards his. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a while, bitch.” He grinned. Amongst a mix of emotions, Fareeha felt the slightest bit of vindication. She’d been absolutely right: This guy was a fucking asshole.

“Let her go!” Angela shouted

He smirked and let go of her chin. Fareeha’s head dropped with the sudden increase in weight, but she held it aloft. She wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she could already feel her strength returning.

“Strap her in, men.” The general commanded. Wordlessly, the soldiers carrying Fareeha yanked her forward. Her vision was clearing up now, she had no trouble seeing the chair she was being dragged towards.

“W-what do you even think you’re doing?” Angela demanded. “She’s already incapacitated, look at her!”

As they approached the chair, Fareeha tensed her arms. It hurt but it was doable. With as much suddenness as she could manage, she tried to yank her right arm out of the soldier's grip.

“Fareeha!” Angela cried. “Fareeha run!”

She nearly pulled the soldier off his feet, but he held her tight. The other soldier kicked her left leg out from under her. Caught off guard, Fareeha fell awkwardly into the metal chair in front of her. Her strength still depleted, there was little she could do to prevent the soldiers from holding her arms down, as one of the scientists frantically tightened the straps around them. Fareeha struggled against the bonds, but to no avail.

“Stop, stop!” Angela continued shouting. “Let her go!”

From the chair Fareeha lashed out with her left leg. She caught one of the soldiers in the thigh, but it did little more than irritate him.

“Bitch.” He spat with a smirk, as he strapped her leg to the chair. He patted the now bound soldier on the cheek. Finally, the general himself pulled her head back to strap her head into the large helmet. It was heavy, weighing her head down against the headrest.

“There, nice and comfy.” The general patted the helmet.

“Fareeha, are you ok?” Fareeha turned her head to meet her wife’s eyes.

“I- I’m fine Angela.” She did her best to sound reassuring. ”I’m ok.”

“W-what are you going to do?” Angela asked again. The machine is for pacification, without a contactless way to administer its effect it’s pointless, she’s already tied down! It’s, it’s useless!” Angela insisted.

The general chuckled again. Come on now Angela, we both know that’s not true.” Fareeha couldn’t see him, but she could imagine the smug grin on his face. “I’m no egghead, but I know what this machine can really do. My smart guys here have already removed all those ‘safety and ethics’ limitations you insisted on building into this thing.”

“No…” Angela breathed.

“Now, we’re gonna make your wife very nice and compliant. Permanently.”

Fareeha’s eyes widened. They were going to make her what?”

“Wait, don't! Angela begged.

The machine began whirring, and Fareeha could hear the sound of liquid bubbling. The helmet emitted a low hissing sound very close to her ears, like something was-

“ Ung! .” Fareeha couldn’t suppress a shudder as she felt something long and round sliding into her ears. It kept sliding, going further than anything Fareeha had ever felt before it finally stopped.

“No!” Angela reacted to her obvious discomfort. “I’ll- I’ll work on whatever you want! Leave her alone!”

“Angela, no!” Fareeha yelled. It was hard to focus, it felt like the tubes in her ears were swelling, getting thicker, but she powered through the unsettling sensation “It’ll be ok, don’t give them what they want! Whatever they do to me, I’ll-”

Fareeha interrupted herself with a gasp as she felt something oozing into her head. It was cold, a sudden shock that sent a shiver down her spine, and after a moment it started to feel like the worst brain freeze Fareeha had ever experienced.

"As you can see," Fareeha felt the general pat her head. She tried to look up at him but… oh right, she had this helmet on. She could barely move her head.

"In order to suit our purposes,” he continued. “We needed more… invasive method of administering your mind altering agent."

“Fareeha no!” Fareeha turned her eyes back to Angela. Angela looked so… upset. “You can’t let them- Mpphn! ”

One of the men holding her hand clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Hey…!” Fareeha started, but trailed off. She wanted to tell them to stop, to let her wife go, but she just… was having so much trouble focusing.

She wasn’t sure when but at some point the oozing had apparently gotten… warm. It seeped through her head, through her entire body… It was like sinking into a warm bed.

She opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t sure what. She didn’t close her mouth. Her head felt so… full. Like it was getting fuller. She could feel it now, something was getting pumped into her… brain… It leaked out of her ears, dripped out of her nose…

Her eyes crossed.

“Feeling nice and stupid, bitch?” Someone said. She responded by drooling on herself.

"See, this is just the first phase of our improved version of your product. After first contact the subject gets nice and docile, of course, but this-” He tapped her head. “-helmet we added also starts filling her empty little head with nice thoughts of submission and obedience. Isn't that right sweetie?"

Pharah moaned quietly. Thinking anything was starting to grow more and more difficult. The drool pooled onto the nice dress she wore.

"After around a minute, the subject will begin to lose the ability to think and plan for herself.

Seems like someone is already getting to that point." The man poked two of his fingers into the drooling girl's mouth. She sucked gently on the new intruders.

The girl with her mouth covered was making a loud annoying noise. She was glad that the nice man was helping keep the sound down.

The powerful man standing next to her pinched her tongue a little. It hurt, but she didn't mind. She didn’t mind anything.

"The final phase is a permanent personality wipe.” He spoke again. “Once the chemicals have made the subject completely mindless and docile, the helmet permanently erases the subject’s personality, replacing it with… well, whatever personality we’ve decided she should have. Of course, the doctor here made her batch too weak to ever reach that point, but we were able to remedy that error. Isn't that right silly?" His words sounded so nice in her brain, but she didn't seem to remember what a lot of them meant.

He put his hand on top of her head and made her nod. She moaned and whimpered at the feeling of being controlled. It felt so good to do what someone told her to do. It felt right.

“Alright honey, let’s fix that attitude of yours.”

Something beeped, then-

The drooling girl felt like her brain was being flushed down the toilet, and something else was being poured into her empty head. She moaned more.

“Heh, there we go. Tell me honey, who are you?”

Who… was she? She wasn’t sure… It was so hard to think, but he had asked her a question…

“M… My name-”

Smack

Her limp head lolled to the side, her cheek stinging.

“Bad girl.”

He grabbed her head and turned her to face him again.

She whimpered. Her empty brain was so confused, she wanted to say the right thing but she didn't know what it was. He’d asked who she was…

“I- I’m-”

Smack

Another slap across the cheek. her crotch began to moisten.

"Bad girl." The man scolded her again. "Just let the nice helmet tell you the answer, bitch." The powerful hand slammed into the side of her cheek again.

She wasn’t sure what he meant… She felt like she knew the answer, she just… She started to relax like the man told her to.

Her brain was filled with warm happy thoughts. She wanted more of those. And the way to get more was to….

Smack

She moaned. Someone let out an irritating crying noise. She hoped that it would stop soon so she could focus on what the man was telling her… She was supposed to say…

“W… wuh…

“Oh, are you starting to get it now, cunt?” The man asked. He didn’t smack her, maybe she was getting closer to being right…

“Wuh… Woof?” did that feel… right?

The man reached out… and patted her head! “Now that’s a good girl.” It was right!

“Woof, Woof! Woof!” The more she barked, the more naturally it came.

“Now. Who are you? The man demanded again.

“Woof… Fuh…” She could feel the answer on the tip of her tongue now. She still felt the strange sensation of thoughts draining out of her brain while new ideas were pumped in, but she now realized that was good. The stuff being emptied out was bad, wrong. These new things were right.

“Fuh… she tried again. She was… “Woof woof… F… Fareeha!” Yes, that's right, she was- “Woof, woof woof! Fareeha bitch!” She barked.

“Hahaha, atta girl.” He praised her. It felt so good!

Fareeha felt it clearly now, she knew who she was. She was a dumb animal, a stupid bitch. And these were her owners! She was their property, their good, obedient dog.

"Woof! Woof!" With each bark her brain and cunt pulsed pleasantly, her eyes crossed. The thoughts had finished flowing into her brain now, but she barely noticed. She barely thought at all. She was just a stupid dog girl, after all. Thinking was for men.

"Much better! Her master declared. “You make a great mindless little doggie, don't you bitch?"

"Arf, Arf!” Fareeha responded. “Fareeha mindless bitch!”

"That's a good mutt. Now then let's get you out of that chair.” He began undoing the straps holding Fareeha’s arms down. “Pets don't belong on furniture, now do they silly?"

Fareeha flushed. “Fareeha sorry,” She whimpered pathetically. “Fareeha obey!” She whined.

Her master finished undoing the straps and she immediately dropped to the floor on all fours. She didn’t have to think about it, it had been etched directly into her tiny little dog brain. She crawled around on all fours now, that was how doggies walked.

“Arf arf!” Fareeha barked playfully. She wagged her ass.

The man stared down at her with a frown for a moment, before reaching for her waving butt. Fareeha went still to make it easier for him to do whatever he was going to do. Her body was his property. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her ass, then ripped her panties down. Her cunt was now completely exposed, which made sense. Dogs didn’t get to have any kind of privacy.

He smacked her ass suddenly, several times in a row.

“Yip! Yip!” Fareeha chirped happily at the spanking. “Woof!”

"What an eager little bitch you have become,” Her owner chuckled. “So much better than the scowling cunt you were when you thought you were a person."

The crying woman made some more noises. Fareeha didn’t know what she was upset about, but it didn’t matter.

“Now then,” The man loomed over. “Let’s see how well trained you are. Beg, Bitch.”

The puppy immediately lifted her paws off the floor and raised her body into a kneeling position. Her tongue lolled mindlessly from her open mouth. She held her limp front paws up to show her master what an obedient girl she was. The man reached out to grab the top of her dress, and yanked it down until her ample breasts fell out. She was now completely exposed to everyone in the room. She panted heavily from the excitement.

“Woof! Woof!” Her boobs jiggled with each enthusiastic bark.

“Such an obedient toy already. You really outdid yourself Angela.” The lady made more silly woman noises.

“Now then, does the stupid puppy wanna treat?”

“Yip Yip!” Fareeha affirmed. “Fareeha want treat! Yip Yip Yip!”

Her master smirked. “Good girl.” He reached into a bag he held and withdrew a short white cylinder. “I got this just for you, Fareeha.”

The man peeled the lid off the cylinder and set it in front of her. It was filled with a thick, yellowish white substance. It jiggled as it was placed on the floor in front of the brainless doggy. Fareeha stared down at the bowl for only a second before her eyes shot back up to her owner. Her mind buzzed eagerly as she awaited his next command.

"Eat up." the man gestured to the bowl

Fareeha didn’t hesitate a moment before sticking her whole face into a warm gooey slop in front of her. She slurped down glop after glop of the runny sludge, stopping for brief breaths while the goop dribbled down her chin. It tasted gross, which didn’t matter at all. Her master had told her to eat it. She happily gobbled up the slop like a good girl.

"Hahaha! Glad you like cum and piss honey, you’ll be eating it a lot from now on.”

“Woof!” Fareeha barked happily.

“See Angela,” Her owner addressed the crying girl. “Your wife has been starved for baby batter this whole time! I wonder if you’ll turn out the same way?"

The crying girl struggled and tried to shout, but the big men held her tight. Fareeha watched with a mindless smile. The goop- the piss and cum- trailed in globs down her face.

“Alright boys, go put the soon-to-be-former doctor in a cell, it’s gonna be a few days before the machine is ready again.”

The woman continued to struggle pointlessly as she was dragged away.

“Alright bitch, let's go.” Fareeha’s master began walking away, and she happily followed.

“Woof! Woof!” Her exposed cunt dripped as she waved her bare ass in the air. Her titties swung as she trotted alongside her owner. She didn’t know where they were going. She didn’t wonder. She was a braindead doggy girl. She would just do whatever she was told.

Chapter 2: [File]: [Subject]: [Angela Ziegler]

Chapter Text

[Subject]: [Angela Ziegler]

[Designation]: [Scientist; Field Medic]

[Callsign]: [Mercy]

[Status]: [Hostile; Captured]

[BRIEF]

Previously, Dr Angela Zieglar was employed as a member of the Mental Health Research team. The primary goal of the team was the construction of a device capable of temporarily, precisely and completely altering the mental state of a subject, hypothetically designated the Mental Subjugation device.

While the efforts of our own internal team members were commendable, initial progress on the device was slow and incremental. This worried our clandestine supporters, who had invested a great deal of financial and political aid in our cause, at great risk to themselves were our project to fail. To appease them, and ensure the devices timely completely, Angela was deceived into believing the device would be used sparingly and altruistically, and recruited to work on the project.

Accepting our invitation, Angela and her wife, at the time named Fareeha Amari (see [file]: [Subject]: [Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt]), quietly took up residence at Research Development Facility [REDACTED]. This allowed Angela to work on the project full time, and allowed us to ensure she remained within our proverbial grasp at all times.

Her involvement proved invaluable. Thanks primarily to her oversight, the project's development accelerated beyond even our most optimistic projections, finally being completed two days ago, months ahead of schedule.

It was immediately upon the project's completion that General [REDACTED], impatient to finally act on the philosophy of our movement, decided to reveal our true nature by using the newly completed machine to enslave and humiliate Dr Zieglars wife.

Since the successful enslavement of her former wife , Angela, now somewhat aware of our intentions and certainly hostile towards us, has been held in the detention block of Research Development Facility [ REDACTED].

As the mental subjugation device is only a prototype, It currently requires several days of maintenance, recharging and refilling before it can be used again. This problem is certainly solvable, but as Angela is the primary designer of the device, making adjustments without her assistance has been deemed a greater risk than necessary.

Now that the device has been tested and proven completely functional, we are simply biding our time before it is ready for its next subject: Angela herself. Once she has been enslaved by her own machine, Angela will be put to use streamlining and duplicating the device, until the enslavement of troublesome women becomes a trivial matter.

What will be done with her once this is accomplished has yet to be determined, but there is no shortage of interesting proposals.

[END BRIEF]

Angela sat up in her bed as the sound of heavy bootsteps alerted her to approaching soldiers. Her heart beat faster. This sparse cell they’d locked her in was out of the way of the normal foot traffic in the facility. As far as she could tell they weren’t even keeping a guard outside the door, the only time anybody had come down that hall was when they were delivering a serving of the rancid slop they’d been serving her.

She glanced at the half eaten bowl of goop on the floor by her measly prison bed. It was hard to keep track of time here, but she was pretty sure it hadn't been more than a few hours since they’d pushed that through the little slot in the wall. They were here for something else.

She surveyed the room tensely, as if there could possibly be anything useful in here that she hadn’t noticed the first forty times she checked. But no, other than a metal toilet, sink, and sheetless bed fastened into the wall, the only things in the room were two half full bowls of that awful slop. The bowls were even made of soft plastic, nothing she could fashion into a weapon of any kind.

Not that it probably mattered, she knew how outmatched she was, but she’d be damned if she would give up that easily. After what they’d done to Fareeha, to her wife, she, she’d…

Her fingernails dug into her palm, her clenched fist sweaty and shaking.

The bootsteps came to a halt outside her door. Two sets, if she was estimating correctly. She tried to take a breath.

BANG

“Are you decent, doctor?” Someone called out sarcastically. She heard someone else snicker quietly. Stood up from her bed, refusing to answer.

After a moment, the door swung open suddenly. Two soldiers, she had been right. Both men, of course. At least she finally understood that. She glared at them, her heart racing. They looked at her with bemused faces.

“Alright, ‘Doctor.’ The shorter of the two sneered. “Time for your operation.”Angela’s mind raced. There were any number of horrible things they could do to her. Any number of horrible things she could do to them, if she could just get the opportunity first. Most importantly though, was what they’d done to Fareeha.

The taller soldier gestured to the door with his gun.

“Let's go.” He demanded.

Angela held his gaze. She considered refusing to move, but she remembered what happened when Fareeha… She tried to keep the snarl off her face. She remembered what had happened when Fareeha had tried to fight them, and Angela was nowhere near as physically capable. If she refused to come, they’d just stun her, and she couldn’t let that happen. She had to keep her wits about her, and find a way to rescue her wife.

Without breaking eye contact, she strode towards the door. Before she’d even reached the frame, they both turned their backs to lead the way down the hall. If they had any concerns about her escaping or getting her hands on a weapon, they weren’t showing it. They were so damn arrogant, so sure they’d already won. Her blood boiled.

She made sure her pace was even, not trailing too far behind, not getting too close, not doing anything to draw their attention more than she already had. Her eyes raked over each hallway, every door frame they passed, for anything she could use. The detention wing was unsurprisingly useless, nothing but sealed doors, and the occasional guard. She noticed with horror one of the guards pushing a bowl through the slot in one of the doors. She had heard some commotion outside her cell the previous day, suspected what was going on, but this all but confirmed it. Her students must have been locked up here as well. Every woman at this facility was at the mercy of these barbarians.

She gritted her teeth as she was led out of the detention wing. When she got out of this, when she fixed what they'd done to Fareeha, then she could help her girls.

The in contrast to the prison, the amount of activity in the research center was disturbing. Soldiers sat in open doorways and ferried boxes of materials between the large open rooms, scientists toiling away inside. What kind of insane horrors these disgusting morons were actually working on she couldn’t even imagine, but it at least meant she had more to work with. The tools scattered about workstations were mostly outside of her reach of course, if she deviated from the path the soldiers were leading her down they might well taze her just for the fun of it. But with so much crossing into the halls, surely…

There! Just before the next left turn she knew they had to make, a couple of work benches were sat outside a door, stacked with boxes. On them she could make out what appeared to be a clipboard, a small flashlight, a roll of tape, a… pen? On the clipboard?

Her stomach was in knots. She kept her head straight, looking around her only out of the corner of her eyes. A couple soldiers glanced her way as she passed, but it didn’t look like anyone was watching her too closely. The turn was coming up, and by her luck there was nobody else at the end of this hall. They came upon the benches, and with as quick a motion as she could she swept the pen into her hand and slid it mostly up her sleeve, keeping the only part remaining visible angled towards her body and out of sight.

She forced herself to breathe evenly as she waited for someone to shout, or grab her or just shoot her.

Nothing happened. The soldiers in front of her kept walking, and the main lab came into view.

Idiots. Idiots. They really were this sure of themselves. She’d make them regret that.

“Here we are, doctor.” The shorter soldier announced. They both stopped at the doorway to usher her in.

“‘Your’ lab, right?” They both chuckled. She ignored them as she strode into the room she had so naively toiled away in for months. There in the center, attended by a pair of scientists she had considered colleagues mere days before, was the abomination they had made of her machine. One of the doctors averted his eyes as she entered, apparently feeling a modicum of guilt for his betrayal. The other looked down his nose at her, probably doing his best to look condescending. What a little rat.

Absent, was the general , the grand poobah of these sick imbeciles. She gripped her hidden pen tightly. Was he really passing up this final opportunity to gloat to her? No, there was no way. She had seen it when he’d… When he’d done what he’d done to Fareeha. He got too much sick pleasure from tormenting them, Angela was sure of it. He’d be here…

Ah, there. Footsteps approaching the lab. Not the heavy boots of the soldiers, nor the near silent loafers the scientists wore. As they got closer she could hear… Heavy breathing?

No. Her lip curled with fury and horror. Panting.

Angela hadn’t seen her since they’d- since they’d put her in that machine . There was no telling what they could have done since, but Angela steeled herself. It would be ok.The idiots had tampered with the machine on their own, when they had barely been able to cobble together a concept prototype without Angela’s help. And Fareeha was strong, the most stubborn and independent person Angela had ever met. No matter the odds or the enemy, she never backed down. Fareeha could surely…

The general stepped into the room, but Angela barely noticed him. She couldn’t look away from…Fareeha… Her strong, stubborn, wonderful wife...

Fareeha was walking, trotting , on the ground, on her hands and knees. The only thing she wore was a collar, dangling from which were a leash and a pair of damned dog tags.

And Fareeh herself… Angela couldn’t bear to see her like this, but she couldn’t look away either.

Fareeha’s tongue lolled from her open, smiling mouth. Her eyes flitted about the room unfocused. She panted heavily.

“Ah, there's my favorite scientist.” The general addressed her, but Angela barely heard. She nearly sobbed.

“Fareeha…”

“Heh, that's right.” He jerked the leash in Angela's direction. “Remember her, girl? Remember Angela?”

Angela brought her free hand to her mouth in horror as her wife’s eyes settled on her. Fareeha crawled to her, sniffing the air.

“F-Fareeha..?” Angela reached out slowly with her left hand. Fareeha had to know it was her, at least, right? She had to remember!

Fareeha sniffed her hand and looked up at Angela. She cautiously licked her hand before retreating slightly. She cocked her head curiously. Then she continued pacing and sniffing.

If it was possible, Angela’s heart sank further. Fareeha didn’t even know her anymore?

“Fareeha, please…”

The general chuckled. Her wife continued walking around her, until she was behind Angela. Before Angela could turn to face her, Fareeha’s breathing suddenly intensified. What was she- Angela felt something push against her butt. Fareeha sniffed furiously, Angela could feel it through her pants as Fareeha pushed her nose into Angela’s rear.

“Woof… Woof! Angela! Woof!”

Fareeha bounded back around in front of Angela.

“Angela!” She barked excitedly.

She… She recognized Angela!

“Hah hah, that's right girl, it's Angela.” The general taunted. “You just had to get a good whiff to figure it out, right?”

“Woof!” Fareeha’s face was lit up with recognition now. She wasn’t free, she was still under their… their influence , but, but she recognized Angela!

Fareeha ran right up to her, stared her in the face. There was hope! She still had her memories, she was still herself , Fareeha was still-

With a wide, unfocused smile, Fareeha turned to the side, lifted her leg, and started peeing on Angela’s leg.

The smile that had been forming and Angela’s face fell. No…

She told herself it was still ok, that, that Fareeha was still in there, but… Seeing how eagerly she debased herself…

Angela simply stood, motionless in her horror. She stared down at her wife. Fareeha didn’t show even a hint of shame. She panted happily as she went. The general laughed out loud. Eventually, the stream trickled away, and Fareeha lowered her leg. She didn't even look back at Angela, she simply trotted back to the general’s side.

Finally, Angela turned her focus to the man who had done this to her wife. She squeezed the pen in her right hand.

“Woof woof! Fareeha pee on Angela!” She barked happily. “Woof! Fareeha good dog! Woof woof woof!”

The general patted her head. With a snicker. “Good bitch.”.He looked up at Angela. “She's so well behaved, isn't she? She just needed a strong male hand to guide her into what she was meant to be. A dumb little mutt.”

She said nothing. Seeing Fareeha like that…

He started towards her, Fareeha following on his heels, yipping eagerly. Angela didn't look at him. If Fareeha couldn’t have freed herself on her own, Angela wasn’t going to be able to either. She had no chance of escaping a compound full of soldiers. Her only hope, if any, would have to be that someone- Maybe the military, maybe the recently reformed overwatch- Could rescue them. That was out of her hands.

He grinned widely at her as she approached. “She just needed to be put in her place.”

So she wouldn’t waste her one chance to act on a futile attempt to escape. She’d use it to make this sick asshole pay. He was moving to walk past her towards the machine. She slid the pen into her palm. It wasn't particularly sharp, and she wasn’t particularly strong. She didn't need sharp or strong, just fast and precise. Attempting something lethal would be pointless with this many doctors around. She would settle for something unforgettably painful.

He was two steps outside the reach of her arm, not even looking at her. The soldiers were on the other side of the room. She slid the pointy side of the pen down, so it was sticking out of her fist. One more step-

“BARK BARK! ANGELA BAD CUNT!”

Angela turned to-

“BARK BARK!” Fareeha leaped forward. Angela took a step back but before she could get any further Fareeha was on her.

“Fareeha what- AHH” the pen clattered to the ground as Fareeha bit down on Angela’s hand. She pulled her hand away but Fareeha leapt forward again, this time throwing her shoulder into Angelas chest.

“BAD CUNT! ARF! ARF!” Angela toppled to the ground with her wife on top of her. Farreha sat on her chest with her legs on either side of Angela’s torso, her hands pinning Angela’s to the ground over her head.

“ARF ARF!” She barked into Angelas face with a spray of spit. “BARK! BARK! BAD ANGELA!”

"That's a good puppy.” The general chuckled. “Can’t get anything past our obedient little cunthound, can you Angela.." He patted Fareeha on the head. She cooed and nuzzled against the man's fingers. "She’s much better like this, isn't she? We're so excited to turn more stuck up cunts into good little doggies just like her.” He leered down at Angela, still pinned by her wifes muscular body. She met his eyes defiantly. “And you’re going to help us do that.” He snapped his fingers. “Get her in the chair.” He yanked on Fareeha’s leash and she climbed off Angela.

Angela’s face flushed with fury at the way he dragged her wife around, but she had no time to act on it. The soldiers who had escorted her there were already above her, grabbing her arms and dragging so that she could barely get to her feet. She looked around desperately for the pen that she had dropped, her only sliver of hope, but she couldn’t even find it.

The soldiers pulled her by the arms into the chair, strapping her wrists down before they let go. She tested their strength with a grimace, but of course they didn't budge. To her right, the general towered over her with a cold smile.

“You, you know you won’t get away with this!” She addressed him finally. "You'll regret this, you’ll regret what you’ve done to Fareeha, You animals!”

“Woof, Woof!” Fareeha barked.

Angela choked back a sob. “Y-You’ll pay!”

“Will I?” The general mocked her. He would, He had to. She continued to pull against her restraints. It didn't matter if they wouldn't budge, she would never give in, not to these pathetic lowlifes.

“I’ll- Hey!”

One of the soldiers grabbed her by the jaw and pulled the helmet down onto her head, strapping it into place. Her head swung with its weight as the soldier let go.

The general loomed over her, Fareeha still by his side. “I’ll tell you what you’ll do honey.”

“You- Mmmph!” He clamped his free hand over Angela’s mouth.

“You’ll strip naked for me. You’ll tell what a good, obedient slave you’re going to be. And you’ll bend over your desk so I can fuck your dumb dyke cunt until I’m satisfied.”

“MPPHHN!” Angela screamed her hardest, but his large hand remained firmly in place. “MMPPH, MPPH, MPH- m- Mhh?” Angela’s attempted shouts became panicked as the machine attached to her head began to whir. She could feel the vibrations through her skull. Before she could even adjust, the tubes penetrated her ears.

“Mpph!” The sensation of the tubes sliding into her head was horrendous, but it was what she knew they would do that sent a shudder through her body. “Mmmh! She continued to struggle, shaking her head as furiously as she could manage. She knew she wouldn't shake the tubes loose, she couldn't even shake the general’s hand off her jaw, but she would never give them the satisfaction of giving in.

“Mpph- MMMM!” The sensation of ice cold liquid pouring into her ears sent a shock through her body. ”MMMM!” The freezing seeped through her head until it felt like her brain was in a tub of ice water. She squeezed eyes shut, but she didn’t stop struggling. “Mmmm, MmmMMPH!” M-Mmm..!”

She shook her head, but it made her dizzy. No, no couldn't stop. “Mmmm…”

She couldn’t stop… couldn’t stop it. The liquid overflowed as it was pumped into her head. She could feel the excess trickling down her nostrils, out her ears.

“Mmm…” She tried to speak, but a hand was covering her mouth. That made it hard, but she kept trying. “Mmmm…” It was important to keep trying, right? But… But she wasn’t sure why…

She tried to move her head, but the powerful hand kept her still. Maybe she wasn't supposed to try to move.She didn’t know… It was so hard to think.

The goop poured into her…. Her brain swirled… Her thoughts… washed… away…

Her eyes crossed. Her jaw hung open and drool poured out. She didn’t notice. The only sensation she felt was the rhythmic pulsing of something being pumped into her empty head.

It felt good. Her brain pulsed, and her body relaxed. Her pussy pulsed, and a smile spread across her face. Each pulse was more pleasure. More purpose. More obedience.

Eventually, the pumping faded away, and awareness bubbled up within Angela again. She looked down at herself woozily. Her arms hung at her sides, no longer strapped down. A large damp spot over her tits marked where she had drooled on herself while her silly little brain was wiped nice and clean.

She flexed her arms as strength slowly found its way back into her supple body. She stretched her neck and looked around. The lab seemed to be empty now, save for…

“Oh!” Her body snapped to attention the moment she realized he was still here. The general. Her Master. How could she be sitting around when she had been given a command!

He grinned down at her. “You know what to do now, Bitch?”

Of course she knew what to do, He had told her! Only a bad cunt would forget a command from a man.

"Yes sir!” Without hesitating, she got to her feet and reached behind her back. She took hold of the zipper at the back of her neck keeping her dress on, and as smoothly as she could she began pulling it down.

"That's a good cunt." the man smiled and patted Pharah on the head. "See puppy? She just needed a little attitude adjustment.”

"Woof! Good girl! Woof woof!" The doggy barked happily and wiggled her butt. Angela could imagine just how good Master's touch must feel.

“Look how eager she is to obey now." Master praised her.

The words filled Angela’s chest with warmth, but she couldn't let it distract her. She shucked her dress down to her ankles and stepped out of it. She unhooked her bra, and let her ample chest bounce free. In a final motion, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them as well, dropping them in a pile with the rest of those ridiculous clothes. She was completely naked, standing in front of the man who had stripped both her and her wife of their personalities. And she knew exactly what to do next.

She cupped her tits in her hands and faced her Master.

“I’m just an owned piece of property, I’ll happily serve my Masters however a stupid slut can!” She shook her tits for effect. “If you want I’ll put all the effort my dumb twat brain can muster into finding new ways for you to turn bitchy, willful women into subservient cumbuckets like me. But if my ideas are too worthless compared to smart men like you, please feel free to just fry my brains out and make me a dumb barking doggy too!”

She bent over the chair where she lost her good for nothing brains and smacked her ass as hard as she could. She hoped it wobbled enough for her Master's entertainment. She spread her legs wide and turned her head to look behind her.

“My dumb dyke cunt is your personal fleshlight Master, please help yourself to it!”

Her Master approached her slowly with a mean looking smile.

“You sure about that cunt?” He smacked her ass himself. “I thought you were committed to your wife here. He yanked the dumb mutt’s leash, promoting a surprised yip from her.

“Oh no sir,” Angela professed. “I understand now that women are just men's property, I promise!” She giggled. “I can’t believe how silly I was to even think this braindead doggy and I could be married , as if a couple of mindless cunts had the right to be anything other than obedient holes for our superiors to fuck!” She wiggled her big butt invitingly for her Master. He laid a hand on it, and she heard the sound of a zipper.

Master slapped his dick down on her butt, and Angela cooed. He rubbed it up and down her backside.

“You like that cunt?” He mocked her.

That was such a silly question!

“Hehe, who cares what I like, Master?” Angela giggled like the dumb cunt she was. “I’m just a talking cumdump, It doesn’t matter what I think about anything! I am too stupid to even- OH!”

Angela gasped as Master’s cock forced itself into her dripping pussy.

“That’s right honey.” He grabbed her by the ponytail and yanked her head back as he began pumping in and out of her cunt with a grunt.

"Fuck, you’re tight little sex toy.” He chuckled. “Guess that's the advantage of using a lesbian, huh.”

Angela moaned as he jerked himself off with her sextoy pussy.

“Say, you think you’ll keep having sex with your wife here now that she’s dumb mindless dog?

“Woof woof!” Fareeha responded to hearing herself mentioned.

“That’s- Hnnn!” Angela tried to answer, but it was hard for her little woman brain to think when she was being fucked. “That’s n- oooohhh… not my choice to make m- Oh! Master! I’m y- ah, your property now! It's your choice if I ever even touch that silly animal a- Ah, Ah! Again! Aaahahhh…”

“Hah.” He slapped Angela’s ass harder this time. She rolled her eyes and drooled with a mindless smile.

“You sure are a lot more agreeable now, aren't you cunt?”

"Well of course Master!” She giggled through a moan. “You gave me the only gift any woman should ever receive: Total enslavement, hehe! Every woman should experience the feeling of having her free will and personality permanently flushed right out of her pretty little head! If you want me to I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no women ever gets to think for herself ever-"

WHACK

Her Master slapped her on the side of her face with a laugh.

"Stop babbling you stupid cocksleeve." He slammed his thick cock into her hard.

"Mutt,” He snapped to get Fareeha’s attention. “get over here and lick my balls." He yanked on the leash roughly

“Ghhk!” Fareeha gagged as her collar was yanked, hurrying to crawl under the man fucking her former wife.

"Hnnnnn, Hnn!” Fareeha whimpered loud enough that Angela could hear it even over the sound of her Master repeatedly slamming his cock into her obedient pussy.

“Hmmm.” Master hummed contemplatively. “Cunt.” He smacked Angela’s fat ass to let her know he was addressing her. "How do you think my pet is performing?"

Angela craned her neck to see Fareeha’s head bobbing haphazardly beneath her Master's pumping cock. The eager puppy continued to whine as she tried pathetically to lap at the sweaty balls swinging rhythmically above her

"Ooooh! I-Uh, uh! I think- Uh, that she could always be performing better sir! She’s definitely not giving your wonderful balls the attention they deserve!"

Her Master handed Angela her former wife's leash.

“Then teach her how to be a good ball licking bitch, cunt.”

"Yes Master!" Angela pulled the leash tight, getting Fareehas attention. The dog stared at her with wide eyes.

“Listen silly,” She addressed the animal. “Master’s balls are much more important than you, so make sure they get all of your tiny little puppy's brains attention!

“Woof!” Fareeha smiled dumbly.

“The men who own us were nice enough to make you nice and stupid, so all you need to do is focus on the only thing you were ever really good for, licking hehe!" Angela reached behind her to push the whimpering mutt’s head further into musky spheres in front of her.

"There you go sweetie, Who’s my good little ball licker! You are , Yes you are! Now keep your head planted in those balls until I get filled up like a good cumdump.” Angela finished with a giggle.

"Wherf!" The stupid bitch let out a muffled bark, as she slobbered on her Master’s wonderful sack like she was meant to.

"Is silly puppy serving your balls better now sir?" Angela moaned happily

Master grunted pleasantly. "The dyke’s certainly working a lot harder now. She’s not half bad with that tongue."

"Oh yes sir! She was an- Oh, Oh! Amazing carpet muncher before you put us into our proper place, S-Sir!. It’s so nice that her skills are being put to use on something with actual value now!” Angela forced herself to remain focused as her Masters pumping became faster and faster.

“H- How is my cocksleeve pussy sir? Feel free to slap my slap ass or choke me if you l- Like! Sir! Whatever you want, my body’s just a toy for you to use however you feel like!

"Hnnnnn. Your pussy’s good, cunt.” Master huffed. “Good enough I'm about to finish. Get on your knees.. I want you dykes to make out with my cock while I cum, got it?"

"Of course sir!" Angela immediately pulled herself off the massive member inside her, moaning a little. She dropped to knees beside the sloppy panting dog.

Fareeha barely seemed to be functioning. What little of her brain was working must have been starved of oxygen while she slobbered mindlessly on her Master's balls. The doggy drooled dumbly as she watched the cock pop out of the girl above her. She sat in a puddle of cunt juice, precum, and her own drool, but Angela doubted she even noticed.

"Over here sweet pea,” Angela called the doggy. “Master says he wants his former lesbian sex toys to make out around his wonderful dick.”

Fareeha cocked her head at Angela. Her jaw hung slack and her tongue lolled out.

“Awww is the little doggy to dumb to understand?” Angela cooed. “Don't worry, I’ll help you."

Angela slapped their Master’s the beautiful wet dick against Fareeha's face a couple times before grabbing her hair so both of their heads were around their owner's rod. "There we go cutie. Now give me a kiss hehe!"

The man pressed both of their faces together around his member and began to pump gently back and forth while they licked it

"You two make for much better toys than people.” He declared. “I think my newest toy gets a treat for taking to her brainwashing so well." Their Master pulled back and shoved Fareeha’s head aside, before slamming his cock down Angela's throat.

She gagged around it hard, but made sure to leave her hands hanging limply at her sides. The cock pulsed hard as it started pumping out the wonderful ball juice that Fareeha worked so hard to milk.

Fareeha smiled and continued to drool on her tits while their Master used Angela as a semen tank.

"Mmmmm gluk gluk mmmm" Angela gurgled around her Master’s final thrust. "Guh! T-thank Y-you for d-dumping your cum down my throat M-Master!" She slurred out.

He patted her on the head. "Good cunt…" He breathed. “You two are definitely worth keeping around for a little while.” The man started to zip up his pants. "Now then, let's…"

Sploosh

Master looked down with a frown to see that he’d stepped in the puddle Fareeha had left earlier when she pissed on Angela’s leg.

"Oh my goodness!” Angela cried. “Master, I’m so sorry!”. She yanked Fareeha over to her by her leash. "Naughty puppy! Look what you did!” She admonished the drooling animal. “You left this mess and now it's gotten on our Masters nice shoes!"

Angela grabbed the back of Fareeha's head and forced the brainless puppy’s face into the yellow puddle on the floor. "Clean it up now you bad doggy. Don't worry sir!” She addressed her Master. “I’ll make her lick your shoes clean just as soon as she’s finished lapping up her mess. The stupid mutt just needs to be housebroken again.”

Angela smacked Fareeha’s quivering ass. “When you piss on a cunt indoors, you need to lick it up afterwards so men don't step in it.” She smeared Fareeha’s face in the shrinking puddle. “Is that getting into your tiny brain, dummy?"

“Bllrk, wmmff!” Fareeha mewled into the floor. Angela waited till the puddle was all but gone before she let go of the mutt’s head.

“Woof woof! Fareeha lick up peepee!” She whined apologetically.

"Very good.” Angela patted her pee soaked hair. “Sorry again Master, she wasn't very smart even before you turned her brains into mush. I will just have to make her into a better pet for you, sir!"

Master leered down at her with a condescending grin. "Haha, you really are dumber than a wet cumsock now , aren’t you you stupid fucking cunt?”

Angela beamed. "Absolutely Master!”

Master chuckled. “That’s right.” He stepped over her. “Alright, I’ve got work to do you dumb whores. Come on, I think you’ll both lick my shoes clean in my office.

"Of course Master!" Angela tugged on Fareeha's leash twice and the dumb puppy happily came trotting to follow Angela and her Master out of the lab.

Angela looked over the workspace as they left. She was sure she’d be spending a lot more time in here working on… Well, whatever her Master told her too!

But first, she had another job to take care of.

Masters shoes needed to be licked clean!

Chapter 3: [File]: [Subject]: [Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt]

Chapter Text

[Subject]: [Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt]

[Designation]: [Cunthound Pack Leader]

[Callsign]: [Cunthound Alpha]

[Status]: [Enslaved]

[UPDATED BRIEF]

Once a stoic defender of freedom, strong willed soldier and staunch lesbian, Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt is now an eagerly obedient dog, mindlessly devoted to serving her male masters. The first subject of the Whorewatch program, unwittingly pioneered by Fareeha’s former wife (see file, [Subject]: [Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet]), Fareehas repurposing was a complete success, and she is now a enthusiastic tool of the nascent patriarchy.

As a human dog, Fareeha retains her usefulness in combat particularly thanks to the development of the Robotic Combat Bitchsuit, a unique set of armor giving her fighting capabilities of a mechanically enhanced beast. With enhanced strength, heightened senses, and a tail affixed stun weapon, Fareeha; callsign; Cunthound Alpha, serves her owners as the perfect attack dog.

The primary purpose of turning Fareeha into a dog however, was, of course, for the amusement of her male superiors, and in this regard more than any other Fareeha’s enslavement has been an outstanding success. Fareeha delights the officers around her simply by crawling around on her hands and knees completely naked, panting and barking as she happily humiliates herself at the command of her owner, and being her handler for the day has proven such a popular assignment that it has become a reward for exemplary performance. She has been taught several "tricks" by the staff including, roll over, fetch, beg, peepee, suck, hump, and speak, among others.

With Fareeha’s domestication proving to be as useful as we had hoped, our plans to replicate the success en-masse can now continue, and preparations to properly begin the CuntHound Program have already begun (See [File]: [Subject]: [CuntHound Program]). As our Whorewatch initiative begins to take shape, subjects like Fareeha will become its main reconnaissance unit: Haughty and capable women, stripped of all freedom and dignity, turned into brainless naked dogs for the entertainment and benefit of superior men.

[END BRIEF]

Fareeha panted contentedly in her crate. The sun was coming through the windows in the lab she slept in, so she knew somebody would come soon to let her out. So she sat there happily, drooling on her tits while she waited. It didn’t matter how long she waited, she was just a dog girl. If her owners didn’t want her out of her crate yet, then this was where she belonged.

Eventually though the door to the lab opened, and three men walked in. Fareeha always loved meeting new men. She wagged her tail excitedly.

Two of them were soldiers, some of Fareeha’s owners, but the third man was the one Fareeha recognized instantly. Her master!

Fareeha panted harder and wiggled her butt.

“-e’ve already been working on it. We talked to doctor Cockpuppet and she said she thinks one of those girls we’ve already got in the detention block would be perfect.” One of the men was saying to her master.

“Good job.” Her master praised him. “This’ll be fun boys.”

The men approached Fareeha’s crate. Her master was carrying what looked like a stack of papers in one arm.

“Woof woof!” She greeted them.

“Heh, excited to see us mutt?” He mocked her.

“Woof, Fareeha Excited! Ruff ruff!”

“Well you should be.” Her master pressed a button on the top of her crate, and the door swung open with a beep. “We’ve got a big day ahead for you.”

Fareeha crawled out of it, and sat in front of her owners. As almost always, she was completely naked. She sat on her knees, with her legs spread and her hands on the ground in front of her. Her tits and pussy were completely on display. Men liked when she presented herself like this. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and her pussy dripped as she stared up at her superiors.

“Ruff,” She cocked her head. “Fareeha go for walk?”

“Not today cunt, we’ve got work to do.” Her master answered. Fareeha frowned and whimpered.

“Woof, Fareeha go peepee?” She begged her master. Her master smirked. The soldiers chuckled a little bit.

"I figured you’d need to piss yourself bitch. Here.” Her master threw most of the papers he was carrying on the ground in front of her, holding one in his hand. He held it out for her. “Who’s this, mutt?” He asked her.

Fareeha crawled forward to look at the paper. It was a picture, a picture of her and Angela! Fareeha was wearing a suit in the picture, and Angela was wearing a white dress, and they were standing under an archway made of flowers.

“Woof woof, Fareeha, Anglea!” She answered him.

“That's right!” He threw the picture on the pile. It was mostly newspapers Fareeha could see now, but there were some other pictures of Angela on it too. “Now go potty.”

“Ruff!” Fareeha barked happily and crawled forward till she was over the papers. She smiled, lifted her leg, and obediently peed on the pile of worthless pictures.

Her owners laughed at her as she pissed on the ground like the dumb mindless puppy her betters had turned her into.

“I never get tired of this bitch.” One of the men chuckled.

"Ha! That's just cause you haven't seen the other girls out there yet.” The other man chimed in. “Once we start getting a collection going you’ll toss this braindead mutt to the curb. And she wouldn't even care hahaha!"

Her master laughed too. “Alright mutt, you done?”

Fareeha lowered her leg and shook her butt.

“Ruff! Fareeha, All done peepee! Ruff ruff!”

“Good. Come on then.” Her master turned towards the door and Fareeha trotted behind him like a good dog. The other men turned to go a different direction, but her master nudged one of them before they left.. “Have one of the new lab girls clean that up next time you see one.” He said casually. “Tell her to throw the papers away and lick the floor clean.”

“Haha, yes sir.”

Fareeha happily crawled next to her master down the halls, keeping in step with him while wiggling her butt, her large brown tits swaying under her. Her knees hurt a little as she knelt on the tile floor, but she knew her owners wouldn’t care about that, so it didn’t matter.

Loud, dumb cunt noises spilled out of some of the rooms they passed by. They didn’t matter either. Fareeha just panted and trotted along with her master.

Finally they arrived at one of the bigger laboratories. Inside a blonde woman was working at a workshop table in the center of the room. She wore only a collar, a pair of high heels, and a transparent labcoat, her pale naked body completely exposed beneath it.

She turned to face them as they entered the room, a big smile on her face.

“Good morning master!” She chirped. “How are you?” her perky tits bounced as she saluted the man who now controlled her life.

“Pretty good Angela,” Their master chuckled.. “I just had Fareeha piss on all your wedding pictures.”

“Oh how lovely!” Angela bounced happily. “What a great way to make use of something so worthless!” She giggled. “I'm glad our ridiculous marriage at least provided a nice pee pad for your mindless pet mutt.”

Their master laughed and groped Angela’s ass idly as she talked. “Heh, I thought you would be.”

“Mmmmm,” She hummed as her owner squeezed her butt. “And how is this stupid doggy today, master?”She bent down to Fareeha and patted her on the head."Is she being a good obedient little bitch? I can always make her even dumber if you want!”

“She’s been quite good, haven’t you?” Their master addressed Fareeha.

“Yip, Fareeha Good girl! Yip yip yip!” she barked affirmatively.

“But we’ll have to see how she does today, won’t we?” Master spanked Angela on the ass. “Now, Gregor told me you had a girl in mind for the exercise?”

“Ooo!” Angela squealed. “Yes sir, I have the perfect twat picked out! She’s one of my old lab assistants who we haven't gotten around to enslaving yet, hehe!”

Their master walked further into the room to lean on a structural column, and Fareeha crawled over to sit next to him.

“If I wanted to use some sniffling nerd girl I would’ve just used you, stupid dyke.” He scolded Angela. “The point is to give Fareeha a challenge. ”

“Of course sir, I understand! If you don't want her I’ll just have her debrained and turned into a toilet.” Angela said apologetically. “I only suggested it because this girl, Jessica, was quite athletic! She used to play basketball and spar with Fareeha, and I’ve seen her lift some impressive weights in the gym, for a girl at least.Since you haven't been able to bring in those girl soldiers your men detained at those other facilities, I thought you could use Jessica so we don’t have to wait. I think she's plenty capable enough to give us some good data!.”

“Hmmmm.” He drummed his fingers on the desk. “Alright sure, it’s easier than going through the trouble of finding some bitch nearby.”

Fareeha barked happily.

“Wonderful sir!” Angela clapped with excitement. “Would you like to start now then?”

“Yeah,” Their master nodded. “Let’s get to work. Where’s the suit?”

“Right over here sir!” Angela pointed at the table she’d been working at. “I've already finished the adjustments, it’s all ready to go. The responsiveness will be better than ever, and the augmented reality display is now-”

“Quit babbling, stupid fleshlight. Be a good cunt and get it ready.” Her master chuckled.

“Yes sir!” Angela snapped to obey her owner, reaching over the table for a big blue and gray mechanical object. Huffing a bit, she picked it up and set it on the ground.

Their Master snapped his fingers to get Fareeha’s attention.

“Woof?” She looked at him sideways.

He pointed at the folded set of armor Angela had just placed in front of them. “Prepare for combat.” He ordered her. It was time to put her armor on!

‘Woof!” Fareeha barked obediently and trotted briskly towards the armor, walking around to approach it from behind. In order to get in she had to activate it. So like her master had taught her she climbed onto the armor, put her legs on either side of it, and humped it like a good brainless doggie girl, her eyes crossed and her tongue out.

After a few moments of rubbing her pussy on it, the armor responded. The tail section separated, and forcefully inserted itself into her butthole. Fareeha whimpered as it fit itself inside. Then, after another moment, the eyes on the helmet flashed and the rest of the suit unfurled itself.

Fareeha folded her arms and legs to fit them into the soft sockets in each mechanical limb, as the canine helmet was placed around her head. For a moment she was blind as the armor tightened, securing itself around her. Then suddenly, the suit came to life. She rose on her new metal paws and the display appeared before her eyes. She wagged her butt a little and the thick metal tail swayed.

“Woof woof, Bitch ready!” She barked.

“She’s getting used to that now.” Her master said. Fareeha turned to look at him, and her visor placed an identity marker over his head. ‘[General Rolov Bauer - MASTER].”

“She’s much better suited to being your attack dog than to being a person, sir.” Angela beamed. “It ‘s so lovely to see her put in her place as a man’s property!” Taking barely a second to identify her as well, the visor placed its identity marker over Angela’s head. ‘[Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet - CuntTechnician One].’ Angela bent down to Fareeha. "Look how cute you are in your suit! It's so wonderful the way master turned you into a dumb weapon for suppressing cunt's rights. Hehe and to think I used to love you as a person."

Fareeha barked "Woof! Fareeha good cunt!" She drooled a little. "Woof woof, Fareeha obey!"

"Aww that's right, good cunts do obey!" Angela smiled and giggled at the bitch on all fours.

“Angela, go get this lab assistant of yours from the detention block and bring her to the track.” Their master ordered the lab coat clad cunt.

“Yes sir!, I'll go right now!” Angela’s boobs bounced as she strode purposefully out of the room.”

“Come on girl.” He addressed Fareeha with a condescending smirk. “I guess you’re getting that walk after all.”

"Woof!" Fareeha drooled a bit, and her cable tail wagged.

She walked beside her master as usual as he led her out into the grounds of the facility. Now though her strides were powerful and heavy, and it was much easier to move quickly than it was usually. She could feel the power behind each of her paws. Just like Angela had built it to, the armor made Fareeha a better dog. Fareeha would be the perfect bitch for her master.

Between outside the main compound, men jogged in practice formations and carried cargo crates between the smaller buildings. A few vehicles passed Fareeha and her master as they walked. Fareeha’’s visor scanned each one that came too close, confirming their identities before relaxing.

Before long they arrived at the track in the center of the grounds of the compound. The course was a relatively small dirt loop with a few trees still in the middle, loosely boxed in by the compound on one side, and warehouses on two others.

Fareeha’s master stopped walking once they reached the edge of the course, so Fareeha sat next to him. There were less people here, only a few men in uniform crossed through the area occasionally. They waited a few minutes, before a group approached them.

Angela was in the lead, followed by three other girls in outfits just like hers. Unlike Angela, these girls each had a number tattooed on their right boob. Fareeha’s visor identified each one, the markers appearing over their heads matching the numbers on their tits. [Erica Cumslurper Smartyslut - CuntTechnician 02] , [Chloe Bimbobrain Bouncybutt - CuntTechnician 04] , [Alicia Nerdyboobs Jizzdump - CuntTechnician 03].

Once the brainwashing machine had been finished and Fareeha had been turned into a braindead dog slave, her owners had put all of Angela’s dumb lab assistant girls in the detention block with Angela. Fareeha had even helped round some of them up! The men laughed as she hurriedly crawled after them before jumping on them and humping them in submission. Once Angela’s tiny woman brain had been fixed too, she had started turning her former friends and students into more obedient scientist slaves for their masters.

Fareeha didn't know how many of the sluts were bad unbrainwashed girls, but most of them had been made into nice good subservient little lab whores just like Angela.

At least one of them was still being a bad girl though, and Fareeha could see her now. The short haired brunette wearing glasses and an exercise outfit thrashed against the arms of the armed men on either side of her, dragging her with them.

You can’t do this, let me fucking go!” She demanded breathlessly. Fareeha’s visor scanned her. [Jessica Sanchez - BAD CUNT]

Fareeha growled. Brandishing her teeth she instinctively tensed up and got a bit lower to better react to any changes in the bad cunt's movement.

“I think right here will work,” Angela informed the men. “Thank you sirs!”

The men dragged Jessica forward in front of Fareeha and her master.

“Dr Zieglar, Erica, Chloe!” Jessica called to the CuntTechs watching her keenly. “Please, you have to fight this, we can’t let them win!”

“Alright my stupid CuntTechs!, please pay close attention and take good notes for our masters now! This will be our first live target for the RCB.” Angela directed her subordinates, ignoring her former student's pathetic cries for help.

“Yes miss Cockpuppet!” The girls answered unanimously.

“You pigs! Jessica spat at Fareeha's master. “You’ll pay for this, you know that don’t you!?”

Grrrr, Ruff! Ruff ruff!” Fareeha barked angrily at the stupid struggling cumdump. Women weren't allowed to yell at men like that! Good cunts obeyed men. “Ruff, Bad cunt!”

“Hah hah, easy girl.” Her owner patted her metal helmet.

"Fareeha? W-What the fuck are you wearing!?" Jessica cried.

“Grrrrrr…” Fareeha snarled at the stupid bitch.

“What she’s wearing is what we brought you out here to test, honey.” Her master explained smugly. “Fareeha’s our hunting dog now, and this armor helps her catch obnoxious ladies like you for us.”

“She-” Jessica stuttered angrily. “She’s not your pet!”

Haha of course she is!” Her Master laughed. “And you’re going to be too, unless you can get away from her. So, my boys here are going to let you go,”

Jessica glanced frantically between the men holding her. They smirked and nodded.

“And Fareeha is gonna try and catch you.” He continued. “We aren’t gonna do anything, all you have to do is get away from her. If you can do that, you’re free to go!”

Jessica paled. “And…” She stared at Fareeha.

Fareeha crouched and flicked her tail angrily.

“And if she catches me…”

“If she catches you, Dr. Cockpuppet’s going to turn you into an obedient little science slave just like all your friends,” He gestured to the smiling CuntTechs. “And you’ll happily put that tiny brain of yours to work on all sorts of nasty new technology to help us put all women firmly under men’s feet. Right Angela?”

“Oh yes sir!” Angela beamed. “Hehe, once we turn that feminist brain of hers into soup she’ll be a perfect penis worshiping lab slave just like all of us! If master wants I can spend some extra time make sure she feels each braincell go pop while her cunt gets wetter and wetter for the glory of cock!”

Jessica trembled.

“Ok boys, no reason to dawdle. He snapped his fingers. “Let the lady go.”

“You got it sir.” One of them affirmed with a little laugh.

The men took their hands off Jessica's arms and she pulled away immediately. She fidgeted nervously.

Fareeha tensed.

“Fareeha,” Jessica looked at her with pleading eyes. “You remember me, right?”

“Grrrrr…”

“We’re friends, you know me!” Jessica slowly began backing away.

Fareeha moved toward her one step at a time.

“Please, c- Come on, you can fight this, y- You're strong!” Eyes darting frantically, Jessica looked behind her, down the track, towards the largest gap between the buildings. Fareeha-”

“Bark bark bark!” Bad cunt!”

“No, No!” Panicking like the brainless set of holes she was, Jessica broke into a sprint.

“BARK BARK BARK!” Fareeha launched herself after her target.

“No- huff, huff- Fareeha please!” Jessica ran, crossing the track, approaching the trees in the center.

Fareeha’s mechanical dog limbs were faster.

“ARF ARF ARF!” She closed the distance.

“Fareeha Please-!”

Fareeha’s armor flexed, and she leapt.

“PLEASE- UNNF!” Fareeha slammed into Jessica and threw her forward into the ground. Jessica threw her left arm in front of her and landed in an awkward roll, while Fareeha thudded to the ground standing wide on all fours.

Jessica stumbled to her feet. “W-wait-”

“ARF!” Fareeha tackled her.

“HNNG-” Jessia gasped as Fareeha landed on top of her, her “No no please!” Jessica wriggled under Fareehas armored body, until she had rolled on her body. She began to pull herself forward, But Fareeha climbed back to her feet and grabbed the girl's shoulders in her big robot paws, pinned her to the ground. “No!” She sobbed and squirmed stupidly, getting nowhere.

Fareeha rouched in humping position over her prey.

“No, please don’t turn my brain into soup! Please I’ll- I’ll Do whatever you say!” Jessica begged. “Please I’ll obey!”

Fareeha’s tail crackled and whipped itself into the bad cunts writhing butt.

“Please I’ll obey I’ll obey I’ll-HHHNNNGG!” The bad cunt spasmed and gurgled until Fareeha’s tail finished zapping her. She collapsed limply, stunned into submission.

“Guuuhhhhh…” She drooled onto the ground mindlessly.

Fareeha heard people approaching behind her and crawled off the dazed whore.

‘Ruff, Ruff!” She greeted her superiors. “Bitch get bad cunt, Zap! Woof woof!”

“Hahaha, yes you did.” Her master agreed.

Fareeha wagged her tail happily.

“So, Angela.” He turned to the stupid slut doctor and her assistants. “Did you get anything useful from that?

“Absolutely sir! Angela chirped. Of course once we have more subjects and finish on the environmental simulation hangars, we’ll need to do further tests with adjusted variables to ensure the accuracy of the our assessments." Angela tapped her clippboard thoughtfully. "But for our first time seeing the R-C-B used on an a real cunt I would call this an absolute success for our research!”

“Good.” Their master gestured to the slut lying on the ground in front of him. “Then go get this bitch brainwashed, and any other ones still in lockup too.” He waved his hand and the men who had been holding Jessica earlier moved forward to pick her up. We’ll be able to start bringing our former ‘sisters in arms’ to this facility in two days. I want this place ready to turn those bitches into good little doggies just like your wife, faster than you’ve been make these sluts.” He smacked CuntTech 03’s tits for emphasis. “Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Angela affirmed. “Come on girls, lets go teach our friends how to behave , hehe!”

“Yes miss Cockpuppet!” The sluts responded once again.

Angela led the CuntTechs back towards the compound, followed by the men dragging Jessica’s limp form.

After a moment, master followed them too. “Come on girl,” He ordered.

“Ruff!” Fareeha trotted next to him.

“We’re gonna have some new friends for you soon bitch.” Her owner said with a chuckle.

“Ruff, ruff! Fareeha friends!” She panted happily. She wasn’t sure what her master was talking about, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need to know things. Fareeha was a brainless CuntHound. All brainless dog girls needed to know was they were the property of men.

Chapter 4: [File]: [Subject]: [Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet]

Chapter Text

[Subject]: [Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet]

[Designation]: [CuntTechnician Supervisor]

[Callsign]: [CuntTech One]

[Status]: [Enslaved]

[UPDATED BRIEF]

Despite her strong sense of morality self identity, her confidence in her her own brilliance, and her singular attraction to women, Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet’s subjugation has been another complete success, and she is now a completely obedient slave to men in general, and our organization in specific. As not only the Whorewatch program’s second subject, but the unwitting facilitator of its initialization, Angela’s enslavement is a major milestone in the program's development.

Now completely incapable of even conceptualizing the idea female independence or autonomy, Angela’s incredible scientific prowess has been put to use primarily in continuing the development of brainwashing and enslavement technology for our project. Her day to day life is now centered around inventing and testing newer, faster, more efficient ways of turning women into obedient, devoted slaves to the nascent patriarchal society, and in only a few short weeks her progress has been staggering.

Additionally, Angela’s experience as a top tier field medic have contributed to her secondary purpose as a battlefield support slave, particularly with the repurposing and overhaul of her newly completed Medicunt Combat Suit.Though not intended for any sort of frontline combat, with her expertise enhanced by her armor and equipments new features Angela is still capable of functioning as a highly useful asset in tactical situations, particularly as direct combat is brought to a close.

Of course, like her wife (See file, [Subject]: [Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt]) and eventually all enslaved women, Angela has also been repurposed into a perfect piece of sexual recreation equipment, and is equally devoted to serving as a useful provider of entertainment for her male masters. Even while she serves her duties as in research and development or in combat, Angela is always available for her superiors to use, command, or simply humiliate for their own amusement.,

Angela’s diminishment from an extremely competent and self assured lesbian into docile tool and subservient sex object is an extremely exciting accomplishment. As a brilliant, attractive, and perfectly obedient slave, Angela is another accomplishment in the field of turning women into perfect multipurpose pieces of property, and a huge step towards the continued furthering of our global ambitions.

[END BRIEF]

Angela hummed happily to herself as she watched her mindless assistants toiling away in her owners’ newest lab. The three girls were clustered together over one of the three sets of tracks recently installed in the floor, running throughout the recently enlarged room.

“Oh, we got it!” Erica exclaimed happily. “Miss Cockpuppet, it works!”

“Lets see dear.” Angela said warmly, setting her clipboard down and striding over to the cunts. The girls each stepped back from the project and stood loosely at attention.

As always, they stood with their arms at their sides, so their naked bodies could be seen clearly through their transparent lab coats. Angela was the same of course, she was always sure her big bouncy boobs and fat dyke butt were as well displayed as possible for any men who might be watching. She was barely different from her subordinates after all, they were all just worthless women who their masters had turned into good obedient fleshlights.

Angela bent over to inspect the device the girls had attached to the tracks, sticking her round ass out as she did. Once she was close, Kelsey pressed a button on her remote, and Angela watched as the little box suddenly slid several feet down the tracks, then raced back. It made a gentle whirring sound, but was shockingly quiet for what it was.

“Of course, it wont move nearly as fast once the chair is attached.” Chloe said. “But we’ve weight tested it and it doesn't grind or scrape.”

Angela stood back up. “Excellent!” She chirped with a little giggle. “I’ll be sure to tell our owners that you’re all being very good little lab slaves.” She playfully tilted Erica's chin up with her finger. “It’s so nice to see you silly little holes being put to use as the brainless objects you’re meant to be.” She praised the cumbuckets affectionately.

“Thanks you miss Cockpuppet!” They obediently responded in unison. What well programmed sluts!

“Now, one of you go tell the other girls to come help you begin work on the chairs as soon as they’re finished with the kennels.” The ordered them,

“Yes miss Cockpuppet!” Chloe nodded hurriedly, and quickly strode off to do as she’d been told. Her cute little boobs bounced with each step.

“Master’s decided I’ll help with security as they bring in those silly whores from the other bases,” She continued. “So I'll be leaving you girls to supervise yourselves for a bit.” She squeezed Kelsey’s tit affectionately. “Try not to let your tiny woman brains get confused, alright?”

“We’ll do our best mam!” Erica declared.

“Good girls.” Angela smacked Erica’s tits. “Now get back to work.”

“Yes Miss Cockpuppet!” Both remaining girls answered dutifully, and turned to get back to work. Angela smiled as they bent over to look at their project. The ridiculousness of the humiliating outfits they were all forced to wear always made her happy.

She strode down the hallway, smiling and giggling and waving any time she passed a group of men. A few hallways and several minutes later, she arrived at a much smaller workshop. Being that she was just a talking cum toilet it would obviously be ridiculous for her to have a room of her own, so her master had decided she would live here, in the lab where she did most of her work.

It had no door, because her master thought it was funny to derive her of even the most basic privacy, and there was a little crumpled up blanked in one corner for her to sleep in like a worthless animal, but of course most nights she wound up falling asleep in the bed of whatever soldier had used her last. So the only way that the space really served as a typical living quarters for her was that it held the only outfit she ever wore other than her nice degrading lab coat: Displayed nicely on a little rack against the back wall of the shop was her medicunt combat suit.

Angela took the lanyard with her ID card on it, pulled it out from under the collar of her coat, and over her head.. She slipped off her lab coat next, then stepped out of her shoes, and placed them all neatly on her desk. Her clothes were her owners property just like the rest of her after all, and she wouldn’t be a very good slave if she didn’t take good care of their things. Butt naked, she took the medicunt armor off its stand.

She started with the knee high boots, sliding them on and tightening the large knee pads at the top to secure them. She pulled on the gloves next, her shoulder pads tightening to keep the form fitting light armor in place just like the boots.

Finishing the protective gear was the corset, a shapely tube of heavier armor tailored to fit her hourglass shaped body just right. She pulled the inflexible casing down over her head and arms, until it reached her waist and her fat tits popped right into place. The way the armor squeezed her chest meant her bouncy boobs were always uncomfortably squished just the way her master liked them.

She’d labored painstakingly over countless versions of this piece, and her master had mockingly thrown each one in the garbage until she had a design that he found sexy enough. She had been so happy when he told her that her stupid cunt brain had finally managed to do something half right that she’d nearly peed herself!

With the torso armor on, she attached the only bit of cover her lower body got, a narrow pair of transparent loincloths that hung from under the bottom of the corset.

When she’d designed her first draft of the armor, she’d made the utterly absurd mistake of covering her crotch and thighs. She giggled remembering how stupid she was. It was so obvious that her dumb dyke holes should be accessible to any man who wanted to use them at all times, but she was a woman after all. Even obvious things like that were hard for her sometimes.

The suit's collar, a thick vee shaped band with hinge at the front and a seamless seal at the back, snapped around her neck with a soft clack, its arrow shape pointing nicely towards her cleavage.

She picked up a pair of identical, sleek curved panels with a trio of blades folded under each one, and attached them to the sockets on the back of her corset.

And finally, to finish the panoply, she slid the control halo over her head and switched it on.

With the connection established, the wings she had just attached to her back unfurled and ignited, the hard light feathers flaring into existence. She stretched her legs, crossed her arms, and flexed the wings experimentally. It always took a second to adjust to the feel of armor hugging her body and extra appendages accentuating her movements, but the advanced neural interface in the halo made the whole thing as comfortable as it could possibly be.

Before her obnoxious feminist personality had been erased, back when she’d had the ridiculous idea that women were actually people, She’d considered the control halo to be one of her greatest inventions.

After master had flushed her brain down the toilet and turned her into a good obedient cum dumpster though, he’d effortlessly demonstrated how much smarter men were than any woman could ever be by coming up with an absolutely brilliant improvement for the halo, something a mindless cunt like Angela never could figured out in a million years.

For the whole week Angela had spent figuring out how to make his amazing idea work, she just hadn't been able to get over how stupid she was compared to him for not thinking to add something like this in the first place. But thanks to her master, the halo now included one of Angela’s favorite things in the world: The instant dogification circuit!

Controlled only by a remote that her master had, any time Angela was wearing her halo, the single use brainwashing device installed within it could be used to instantly and irreversibly fry Angela’s brain completely. with a press of a button her IQ would be reduced to a single digit in an instant, and for the rest of her life she'd be a brainless drooling dog girl just like Fareeha!

Now, Angela couldn’t imagine her armor without it. It was just so comforting knowing that whenever she was wearing her stupid sexy combat outfit, her master could permanently turn her into a stupid big boobed doggie at any moment, and she wouldn’t even know what her last thoughts were. She was just so lucky to be her master’s property she couldn’t stand it!

But she was getting distracted by her worthless girl thoughts, Angela snapped herself to attention. She had a job to do for her master, and one more thing she needed.

Propped up on the wall next to where her armor had been displayed, was a several foot pole with a phallic apparatus attached to the end, The reformatted version of what had once been her caduceus staff. Angela grabbed it, and the feeling of planting its base against the ground gave tangible weight to the feeling in her chest.

She wasn’t just a crafter of her superiors' vision, she was an enforcer of their will. She was obviously just a pathetic worthless incompetent set of tits and ass and pussy, but her masters had decided that she would put whatever tiny bit of utility she may have towards serving their every whim, and she would do that to the best of her ability.

Purposefully, she strode through the hallways once more, her boobs and butt jiggling in her armor with each clack of her armored heels against the floor.

As she exited the main lab building and stepped out into the grounds, she spotted an armed group of soldiers marching in the same direction and approached them.

One of the men noticed her approaching and a few of them turned to face her with smug grins.

“Excuse me sirs!” She chirped as she walked up to them. ‘Are you also on security duty for the incoming prisoner shipment?”

SMACK!

“OH!” Angela exclaimed with a perfect little oh shaped mouth as one of them smacked her ass.

“Yeah, that’s where we’re headed cumdump.” One of the nice men told her. “Come on, we’ll show you how to get there. Wouldn’t want a stupid bitch like you getting lost.” He snickered cruelly and started walking without waiting for her reply.

“Yes sir, thank you sir!” Angela chirped, following behind him happily. A couple of the other men chose to walk behind her, probably so they could watch her nice backside while she walked. She made sure to keep her legs straight and give them a good show of course. Pleasing men was the only reason she existed.

Her superiors led her to the site they’d be working at, the exterior entrance to the detention block. Soldiers lined either side of the gravel road in front of the entrance, forming a pair of walls that would block any cunt from escaping should she try something characteristically stupid.

Back behind the lines more soldiers and field commanders stood and chatted, and Angela could just make out the distinctive blue armor of Fareeha’s combat armor, and she smiled. It was always so nice to see the worthless doggie girl she had once been married to being useful to their owners.

As time crawled uneventfully by, the men present fidgeted impatiently, groaning every time one of them looked at a clock and saw how long they still had to wait before their cargo was scheduled to arrive.

But complaining was something men were allowed to do, cunts existed to serve. So Angela stood happily at attention, and cheerfully thanked each man who took a moment to squeeze or grope or smack her for a bit of cheap entertainment.

And eventually, after nearly forty minutes of waiting, a radio crackle sounded in every earpiece present.

“Be advised, package has arrived at the front gates and is being cleared for delivery.” A tinny voice spoke into each of their ears, and the effect on the soldiers was instantaneous. Stun rifles were loaded and readied, formations snapped back into perfect order, and cruel smiles spread across faces. This was what they'd been looking forward to for weeks.

After a few eager moments, a trio of hovering trucks appeared from around the corner of the base’s central hanger, making their way down the road ahead of them towards the waiting troops.

Placing both hands on her staff, Angela stepped forward to join the soldiers standing along the road, ready to serve if need be. Her movement seemed to catch the attention of some soldiers down the line from her, who turned and smirked.

“Hah, what's she gonna do, shove that thing up some bitches cunt if she gets rowdy?” One of them chuckled.

“Hey she is a dyke y’know, I bet she's got plenty of experience.” The second one laughed, and his friends joined in.

Angela giggled mindlessly at their cruel mockery. Men were so good at making jokes! A moment later though the sound of laughter was overtaken by the low rumble of the trucks as the convey slowly pulled into its final place along the road, and each vehicle came to a stop. In the center of the formation of soldiers.

The tension was palpable as a two small groups of men marched up to the back of each truck. And then, which a mechanical whir, the back hatch on the truck at the front of the procession slid open, revealing a group of glowring women in cuffs and collars.

“Hello cunts.” one of the unit leaders addressed the imprisoned women with a smile audible in his voice. “Welcome to the makeover center.”

The women within glared, but said nothing. The silly girls had probably figured out by now that no amount of obnoxious whining was going to accomplish anything. That was pretty impressive for a bunch of dumb fleshlights!

“You, you’re first. Follow them.” The soldier continued, gesturing to one of the women, then to the second unit of soldiers standing by the truck. “Get in line behind her, single file.” He instructed the rest of the women. “We’re not here to wait all day.”

Slowly, cautiously, the women in front started to step forward.

SMACK!

He whacked the leading girl's ass, and the lovely sound echoed out of the truck. “Get moving!”

With a furious scowl, the woman marched forward briskly, and the second group of soldiers began marching towards the entrance to the detention block, leading their prisoners.

One by one the other girls stepped out of the truck, until ten of them had emerged and the truck was empty. As the procession left the road behind, the soldier barking orders followed behind them and the unit he led fell in step, forming a rear guard for the train of marching bitches.

The girls mostly kept their heads down and their eyes on the ground as the walked past the rows of soldiers surrounding them and through the doors to their new prison, but some of them glanced around to take in their surroundings. As the last girl in the line passed Angela, her roaming eyes landed on the enslaved former doctor, and the girl gasped in shock.

Angela smiled at the simpleminded girl who would soon be an obedient slave for their superiors too, and the girl stopped to state at her.

“You… you’re…” The girl murmured in clear horror. “You're-”

“Keep moving you stupid bitch.” The lead soldier shoved her roughly and the girl stumbled forward barely catching herself before she hit the ground. The man gave her another shove and she kept shuffling after the girl in front of her, but her shocked eyes didn’t leave Angela's exposed figure until she disappeared through the doors into the building.

Angela couldn’t help but feel almost sorry for the poor girl. She’d clearly spent so much time under the ridiculous illusion that women deserved freedom and dignity and respect, she couldn't even comprehend the sight of a woman in her proper place! She was so lucky she was about to be turned into a good, subservient little cocksocket. Before she knew it, she’d never have to worry about comprehending anything ever again!

Angela turned her attention back to the road, and watched as the same process played out with the next truckload of soon-to-be slaves.

Once again, ten girls marched past, and once again the girls who noticed Angela gasped in shock.

As the second line of girls were marched into the building in front of them and the third and final truck opened its doors, Angela gripped her staff tightly. The tension was thick amongst the soldiers as the last line of detainees was marched to their new prison, as the end of the process drew near the concern that something might happen grew greater.

But as Angela and the soldiers around her prepared for action, the final precession marched dutifully and miserably into the detention block at the order of their superiors, and a mere minute later the doors to the building slid shut with an authoritative sense of finality. It was done. The first transfer of prisoners had been completed without even a hint of incident, and the excitement washed over the crowd of soldiers in a wave.

Tension turned to eagerness, and the formation became a buzzing barely contained swarm, until their earpieces crackled again, this time with a different voice.

“This operation has succeeded and been completed. ” Angela’s masters voice announced in their ears. “Dismissed.”

Immediately there were scattered shouts of excitement, and the formation broke into a casually chaotic jostle as soldiers dispersed in every direction, united only in their hurry to get where they wanted to go. There was perhaps some disappointment in the air that the whole affair hadn’t been more entertaining, even Angela was a bit let down. She had been half hoping for a chance to test her staff’s new functions in a real combat scenario, even one where her subject was already hopelessly outmatched. But overall, it was obviously a good thing that nothing had gone wrong.

Angela relaxed her grip on her staff as the crowd broke up, but stayed where she was to receive more smacks on her boobs and butt from passing soldiers as they moved on with their days. Only once the crowd of men was nearly gone did she finally move, beginning the short walk back to her room to change out of her combat armor.

It had only been a little over an hour, but she was eager to check back in on her cuntechs and make sure they were working efficiently to bring their masters’ brilliant plans to fruition. You could never have too much oversight when managing simpleminded slave sluts like them. With some guidance, they might even be able to finish the first chair before the evening, which would put them well ahead of schedule to-

“Hey, Cockpuppet!”

Angela snapped to attention and whirled around with a mindlessly subservient smile, and found herself facing the troopers who had made fun of her earlier.

“Yes sir, how can I help you?” She chirped, eager to obey her male superiors' every frivolous whim.

“Oh come on, theres no way she’ll do it,” One of the men scoffed.

“Oh course she will, her brains so fried she doesn’t even see herself as a person.” The one who had called out to her said. “Right you stupid bitch?” He addressed Angela with a laugh.

“Well of course sir!” She agreed happily. “Men are people sir, us women are just titties and asses and pussies for you to use however you’d like!”

“Good,” The man chuckled. “Cause we still wanna see you use that big dumb dildo of yours,” He gestured casually towards her staff with his toe. “So why don’t you be a good whore, and stuff it in your own pussy for us?”

The man next to him shook his head dismissively. “I’m tellin you, she wont-”

“Oh Yes sir, right away sir!” Angela declared obediently, and dropped her butt on the ground without a shred of self respect. She laid down on her back and spread her legs, her pussy already soaking as it always was the moment she was given an order by her owners. And then, just as she’d been told to, she slid the penis shaped end of her combat staff as far into her cunt as it would go, her face flushed with the joy of total obedience.

“Like- OOOOO, this sir?” She moaned stupidly as she humped against the fat dildo.

“Damn, you were right!” The formerly skeptical soldier exclaimed. “She really is just a stupid slave whore!”

Angela moaned and humped harder as he talked about her like she wasn’t even there.

“Yeah, like that bitch.” The first man laughed. “Keep fucking yourself, I like that stupid look on your face.”

“Y- ooOOO, Yes sir!” Angela’s eyes crossed as she jammed what had once been a symbol of her brilliance and heroism up her own cunt for the entertainment of some cruel men who couldn’t care less about her. “I’m just a brainless fat titted cockpuppet sir!” She panted and drooled on herself with a wide smile. “Men are always right sir, I just exist to do what I'm told!”

The men stood around her and laughed mockingly, and Angela continued to fuck herself stupid with an utterly mindless smile plastered across her dumb face. This was what she was for.

This was what all women were for.

And thanks to all the work she was doing for her masters, soon, this was what all women would be.

Chapter 5: [File]: [Subject]: [CuntHound Program]

Chapter Text

[Subject]: [CuntHound Program]

[Designation]: [Reconnaissance and Light Combat Program]

[Status]: [Developmental]

[Assessment]: [Optimistic]

[BRIEF]

With CuntHound concept’s viability proven by the effectiveness of CuntHound Alpha (See [File]: [Subject]: [Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt] ), and the domestication process refined to a fully functional state by CuntTechnician One (See [File]: [Subject]: [Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet]), the program has now come into full swing. In the three short weeks since the project began mass production,the CuntHound program has become the first fully developed branch of the Whorewatch military.

The current production method uses female U.N.M. officers as material, as we have been quietly subduing and imprisoning them in our facilities around the world as we reshape the U.N. military for patriarchal supremacy. Material is selected for dogification if the subject is non ideal for infantry combat, or if the opinion of her male comrades is that they would like her to be turned into a brainless dog girl. The selected soldiers are then taken from whatever facility they were captured and transported to the enslavement center at Research Development Facility [REDACTED] in small groups, as soon as the facility has the detention capacity to hold them while they are processed.

The domestication process greatly diminishes the women’s intelligence,stunting their capacity for speech and their fine motor control, and completely eliminating their capacity for creative thinking or imagination. Their brains are rewritten to make crawling on all fours the only way they know how to move, and to make semen and urine the only flavors they enjoy. And as with female slaves, all ambitions, drives and desires are replaced with complete subservience to men in general, and our organization in particular.

The current processing system takes between 5 and 10 minutes to domesticate each subject, and can domesticate three subjects at a time. So far the availability of suitable subjects has limited production. 139 CuntHounds have been produced as of right now, and a new batch of subjects were delivered for domestication just yesterday. The program has proven immensely scalable, once our full operation is launched and material can be captured en masse, we project we will be able to increase our rate of production by a factor of ten.

In our long term planning, we have considered the possibility of eventually processing suitable female civilians into CuntHound units, as our production outscales the availability of more physically capable female soldiers. We assume these products will be inferior, but sufficient for their eventual purpose as military police support.

Once domesticated, each CuntHound is immediately put through basic submission testing. Subjects who demonstrate any hesitation to obey their superiors are sent to the subject testing lab to investigate the nature of their resistance. Afterwards non viable CuntHounds are given a complete personality erasure, and repurposed into equipment like cocksleeves or toilets for our officers. 7 out of 146 subjects have failed to pass their submission test, a rate of slightly under 5%.

CuntHounds who do pass the submission test are then fitted for their one and only combat tool, the Robotic Combat Bitchsuit. The RCB is a suit of canine power armor, measured to increase each Cunthounds speed by an average of fifty percent, and strength by an average of seventy percent. The suit includes communication devices to allow the units to communicate with each other and their handlers in the field, a medium strength infrared scanner to improve their hunting and scouting capabilities, and an augmented reality display with information uniquely formatted for their diminished intelligence.

Each suit is paired to a specific dog girl, and uses biometric data to identify its user. After the girl humps the dormant suit to activate it, the suit inserts the tail plug into the girl's anus. Once the plug’s embedded scanner confirms the identity of the CuntHound attempting to equip it, the armor continues the activation process and forms itself around its user. The activation and assembly process takes an average of ten point four seconds.

On her own, a CuntHound is little more than a ridiculous human dog girl, good only for entertainment and sexual relief. Equipped with an RCB, a CuntHound is a light combat dynamo, the most effective single unit reconnaissance and capture tool we have record of.

On the battlefield, CuntHounds use their incredible speed and small size to locate and assess enemies and terrain. Not designed as a primary means of combat, the CuntHounds serve in a specialized assault role, focused on incapacitating singular targets with their increased strength and taser tails. In larger numbers, groups of CuntHounds act as sheep dogs, corralling retreating or escaping targets to be subdued by other units.

CuntHounds who prove extraordinarily effective are selected to be pack leaders. Pack leaders are equipped with specialized suits of armor with unique weaponry and visual distinctions, and given unique names for easier identification, like the prototype CuntHound, Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt. In combat these units guide common CuntHounds as a means of coordinating operations, and collect information to be more concisely relayed to their handlers. Three out of one hundred thirty nine CuntHounds have so far been designated as pack leaders, or two percent of the successfully converted units.

When not in use, CuntHounds are kept as personal pets for higher ranking officers. Serving for both entertainment in their endless self humiliation, and sexual relief as attractive mindless women, they have become highly sought after by officers in all points of the hierarchy.

As the first units of the Whorewatch program to see full fruition, the CuntHounds are an extremely positive sign of what's to come.

[END BRIEF]

[Training log 0103-0500]

[Location]:

[Research Development Facility [REDACTED], Training Hanger #2; Urban Simulation Environment.]

[Summary]:

[Training session for CuntHound Alpha and testing session for use of the Robotic Combat Bitchsuit. A disposable subject is released into the training environment and CuntHound Alpha is measured performing a solo track and capture operation.]

[Participating Members]:

[Dr Damian [REDACTED]] - [Handler]

[Fareeha Boothumper Bitchcunt] - [Cunthound Alpha]

[Officer Lilah Conners] - [Subject 1]

-- Cunthound Alpha crawls into the testing chamber, panting happily. Alpha is fully nude, on a leash held by her handler. The handler carries Alpha’s RCB in its collapsed configuration; folded into a small bundle for storage and transportation. --

--[Handler] places the RCB on the ground in front of Alpha. --

[Handler]: ok bitch, get your armor on.

[Alpha]: Woof, Bitch obey! woof woof!

-- Alpha mounts the folded armor from the rear, and begins humping it. After several seconds the armor activates, hissing as it partially unfolds.. The tail segment inserts itself into alphas ass as the biometric security system confirms her identity. After another second, the armor accepts Alpha as its assigned CuntHound, and fully unfurls itself. --

-- Alpha folds her arms and legs and crawls into the armor, sliding her knees and elbows into the soft tubes in each mechanical appendage. The helmet places itself over her eyes, the shoulder pads slide into their places, and the collar clasps itself around her throat, finishing the armor's deployment. --

-- Within five seconds the process is complete. Alpha stands and stretches, extending each limb to its fullest length. Her mechanical tail flexes, the taser on its end sparkes experimentally. The helmets eyes glow bright white as the connection is established, then switch to a red glow. --

[Alpha]: Arf, Arf! Bitch ready!

[Handler]: Good cunt. Come on, patrol time.

-- The handler points down the street. --

[Handler]: Walk, cunt.

[Alpha]: Arf Arf!

-- Alpha begins trotting forward at a brisk pace, until the handler tugs on her leash. --

[Handler]: Slower, stupid mutt.

[Alpha]: Yip, Bitch sorry!

-- The pair settle into a matched pace and move past the entrance are to begin searching the training environment. --

-- Alpha pauses at each alleyway between buildings to scan for potential targets, then resumes walking. --

-- As she stares down the third alleyway on the block, the eyes on Alpha’s helmet flash and she drops into a tense crouch. --

[Alpha]: Grrrrrr. Bad cunt.

-- Subject 1, attempting to hide behind a set of trash bins, clamps a hand over her mouth in a visible panic. --

[Handler]: Hah, that was fast.

-- The Handler presses a button on the Alpha’s leash, and the tether disconnects from her and retracts into its handle. --

[Handler]: Sic ‘er, bitch.

[Alpha]: BARK!

-- Alpha leaps into a sprint, covering the length of the alleyway in a few seconds and landing in an aggressive crouch in front of Subject 1. --

[Subject 1]: P-Please, no! Someone help me!

[Alpha]: BARK BARK BARK!

--Subject 1 kicks at Alpha, completely without effect, before haphazardly climbing onto one of the trash bins to reach a fire escape and scramble up the ladder.

[Alpha]: Bark!

-- Alpha leaps on to the wall and sinks the RCB’s retractable claws into its surface, scaling the side of the building with little struggle. Subject one sprints across the rooftop with a head start, but Alpha closes the distance in seconds. --.

[Subject 1]: Get the fuck away from me! Please anyone help me!

-- Subject 1 reaches the end of the building moments before Alpha and leaps off of it, landing heavily in a filled dumpster below. Subject one leaps after her, landing effortlessly next to the dumpster. --

--Subject 1 continues to flee, hurtling over the side of the dumpster and sprinting down the alley. Alpha bounds forward, and before Subject 1 reaches the street Alpha pounces, pinning her to the ground.

[Subject 1]: Noooo! Oh god! Please!

[Alpha]: BAD CUNT! BARK BARK BARK!

-- Alpha's tail bends, thrusts into Subject 1’s ass, and shocks her repeatedly. --

[Subject 1]: No Plea- HHHNNNNNN!

-- Subject one’s eyes cross and she collapses, stunned. Her body convulses as it orgasms several times from the shocks. --

-- The handler arrives in the second alley. Alpha stands on her prey, wagging her tail proudly. --

[Alpha]: Ruff, bitch get bad cunt!

[Handler]: Forty two seconds. Make sure you do better next time, stupid.

[Alpha]: Arf, Bitch sorry! Bitch do better, arf arf!

[Handler]: Alright, take this chick to the main lab for dogification, then get your ass back here. We’re not done training.

[Alpha]: Bitch Obey! Woof!

[End Training log]

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[Compound Activity Log 1355-2204]

[Location]:

[Research Development Facility [REDACTED], Primary Conversion laboratory]

[Summary]:

[Excerpt of standard interior security and documentation recordings. Area of focus is CuntTech One’s training of CuntTech 06 in oversight of the dogification process. Subjects are recorded in the process of converting material into CuntHounds and testing the newly created dog girls.]

[Participating Members]:

[Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet] - [CuntTechnician One]

[Jessica Pissbucket Doghumper] - [CuntTechnician 06]

[Chloe Bimbobrain Bouncybutt] - [CuntTechnician 04]

[ Officer Lilah Conners CuntHound 0135] - [Subject 1]

[ Officer Susan Romano CuntHound 0136] - [subject 2]

[ Officer Danielle freeman CuntHound 0134] - [subject 3]

-- CuntTechnician One, dressed in standard transparent lab coat, lanyard, and heels with no other clothing, carrying a clipboard and taking notes, stands in the spacious room in front of three sets of mechanical tracks embedded into the floor. Attached to each set of tracks is a dogification chair, in each chair a naked woman is restrained, her arms and legs bound straddling the chair. Attached to the ceiling over the position each chair rests in, a helmet with a glowing red light in the center is secured over each girl's head. The women pant and struggle against their restraints as their brains are erased. --

– Further back on the set of tracks, three more chairs are queued for the mental subjugation process, in which Subject 1, Subject 2 and Subject 3 are restrained. Subject 2 and Subject 3 appear unconscious. Subject 1 is awake, and survey’s her surroundings with apparently muted anxiety, likely impaired by her recent stunning (See [Training log 0103-0500] ). --

– CuntTechnician 06 enters the lab, dressed identically in a transparent labcoat, lanyard and heels, with the addiction of a pair of pink panties. CuntTech 06 Salutes CuntTech One. --

[CuntTech 06]: Hello Miss Cockpuppet!

[CuntTech One]: Hello darling, What a cute little outfit you’re wearing!

[CuntTech 06]: Hehe, Yes mam! One of the men told me to wear my old panties because he thought it looked hot, and he even gave me a treat for being a good cocksleeve since my little brain got wiped clean, see?

-- Subject 06 Pulls down her panties, revealing a vibrator stuffed into her pussy. --

[CuntTech One]: Ah, and were you sure to thank him for putting your worthless pussy to use?

[CuntTech 06]: Of course mam!

[CuntTech One]: Good girl! It’s good to see you won’t be making the mistake of thinking you’re any smarter than a disposable fleshlight ever again.

[CuntTech 06]: Hehe, nope! The other day some of the men made me piss on my diploma and then stuff it in my cunt for a while, just to remind me that women exist to be whatever men want them to be!

[CuntTech One]: Hahaha, what a wonderful idea! Men are so much better than us in every way, it’s so ridiculous that women still believe they have the right to act like people. That’s why it’s so important to make sure these brainless bitches lose all their rights and become good obedient dogs for men to use.

-- CuntTech One gestures to the three subjects now drooling, orgasming and peeing in their soaked chairs. --

[CuntTech One]: Our master’s need more of their slaves to be able to oversee the enslavement processes as their operations grow, so pay very close attention!

-- Behind them, Subject 1, coming to her senses, begins to struggle against her restraints. --

[Subject 1]: H- Hey, no- N- No!

-- CuntTech 06 nods. --

[CuntTech 06]: Yes mam, I’ll do the best that my worthless woman brain can!

-- One by one, the subjects undergoing dogification relax and cease their struggles. Calmed, they simply drool mindlessly. --

-- After a moment, The red light on one of the subject’s helmets turns green. The other two follow quickly after. The subjects tongues hang out of their mouths and they pant heavily. --

[CuntTech One]: Ah, This batch is all finished!

-- CuntTech One strides over to a computer terminal next to the three sets of tracks. She makes several keystrokes the terminal, and the helmets on each girl retract upward into the mechanisms attached to the ceilings. --

-- CuntTech One makes another input to the terminal, and the restraints keeping the three newly enslaved women in their chairs are released. --

-- The women's expressions are excited and empty of any intelligence. Eager to exercise their newfound freedom, they attempt to stand up from their chairs, but immediately wobble, and one by one they quickly fall to their hands and knees. Immediately upon assuming their proper position, the brainless girls smile and wiggle their butts happily. --

[CuntTech One]: See how these brainless cunts drop like that? That's a good sign, that means their tiny brains have been properly repurposed. They’ll crawl around on their hands and knees like good animals from now.

[CuntTech 06]: Oh wow, They’re so cute! In their armor they're all big and scary, like Fareeha when she chased me down and zapped my big stupid butt for being a bad cunt. But like this, they’re just adorable mindless little puppy girls!

-- CuntTech 06 reaches down and pets one of the newly repurposed CuntHounds. The CuntHound nuzzles her hand happily. --

[CuntTech One]: That’s right, this batch has made an adorable new set of puppies for our masters! But, it’s important to remember, occasionally the process isn’t a complete success. If you’re ever overseeing an enslavement and any of the subjects don’t drop to the ground after they’re release, or if they seem anything other than happy to be a good brainless bitch, zap them with your stun pistol and press this panic button.

-- CuntTech One points to a large red button in the computer terminal. --

[CuntTech One]: A Security team will arrive as soon as possible and take the failed subject away for a stronger reconditioning.

[CuntTech 06]: Yes mam!

-- CuntTech 06 salutes her overseer dutifully, before returning her attention to the mindless dog girls adjusting to their new role in life. --

[CuntTech 06]: So, what do we do with them now?

[CuntTech One]: Now that these stupid little ladies seem to have been made into nice obedient doggies, they’ll go to immediate testing to make sure their brains are completely gone.

-- CuntTech One snaps her fingers, getting the CuntHounds attention, and points to a small doggie door in the lab wall. --

[CuntTech One]: Ok Doggies, get moving!

-- With wide lolling smiles, the CuntHounds obediently follow CuntTech One’s orders and crawl through the small doorway into the Testing Field in the adjacent lab. --

[CuntTech One]: Now, follow me on this next batch from the start.

-- CuntTech One inputs more commands on the control terminal. The empty chair continues down the track through and exits on the other side of the lab. Once the brainwashing station is clear, the three queued chairs containing subjects 1, 2 and 3 slide forward into place. --

-- As they do, subject 1’s panic increases, while subject’s 2 and 3 begin to awaken. --

[Subject 1]: Oh n- No no please God no!

-- Subject 1 thrashes against her bonds ineffectually. --

[Subject 1]: Just let me go p- Please please I don't want to be like them please I’ll behave!

[CuntTech 06]: Hehe, this one looks confused Miss Cockpuppet. She seems to think she gets an opinion on whether or not she gets brainwashed!

[CuntTech One]: Hehe, women are so funny aren't we?

CuntTech One walks over to subject 1’s chair.

[CuntTech One]: Silly doggy, stop making so much noise dummy, you’ll bother your our owners. Why don’t you just relax and become a good sextoy for your new masters.

[Subject 1]: No no please I dont wanna be a sextoy please!

[CuntTech One]: Now Jessica, why don’t you activate the dogification process.

[CuntTech 06]: Yes mam!

-- CuntTech 06 approaches the control terminal and somewhat hesitantly begins entering a command. --

[Subject 1]: Please Please no! P- Please just let me go you- You can have these other girls just please let me go!

-- CuntTech One giggles at the blond woman's absurd pleading. CuntTech 06 finishes entering her command, and the helmets positioned above descend. Subject 1 attempts futility to avoid the helmet, but it latches itself onto her head just as with subject’s 2 and 3. --

[Subject 1]: No no please nooo get it off please-!

-- CuntTech 06 presses a button, a bright red light appears on the front of each helmet, and each of the naked girls suddenly jolt, screams and begins to pee. --

[Subject 1]: GUUUUHNNNO NO NO PLEASE!

[CuntTech One]: Tsk tsk, so noisy.

-- CuntTech One Shakes her head disapprovingly. --

[CuntTech One]: It’s really ridiculous how we ever think we deserve equal rights or thoughts of our own, even though we were born with a cunt.

-- CuntTech One walks over to subject 1 and pinches her nipples. --

[Subject 1]: EEEAAAHhh, PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GO!

-- Subject 1 thrashes against CuntTech One’s teasing. --

-- CuntTech one lets go of the struggling girl's nipples, then slaps her across the face. --

[Subject 1]: AHh, PLEASE NO DON’T DO THIS TO ME!

-- CuntTech One and CuntTech 06 laugh. --

[Subject 1]: PLEASE PUh- Puh- pulhuuuuhhh…

-- Subject 1’s mouth goes slack and her helmeted head lolls. --

[Subject 1]: Guuuuh… Duhhhhhhh…

-- Subject 1 drools stupidly as her personality is completely erased. --

[CuntTech 06]: Wow, your machine is so wonderful Miss Cockpuppet!

[CuntTech One]: Hehe, don’t be stupid darling, I was only able to build it because of men’s guidance. Women are completely incapable of ever doing anything right without men completely controlling our lives. We’re just objects who exist to do whatever they want us to, as all things should be. Maybe when they get bored of us we’ll be the one’s in those chairs, hehe!

-- The CuntTechs observe the process as subjects 1, 2 and 3 periodically convulse and blabber periodically over the course of four minutes. --

-- Finally, the red lights on each helmet turn green. --

[CuntTech One]: Ah there we go! You know what to do next Jessica?

[CuntTech 06]: Yes mam!

-- CuntTech 06 taps another command into the terminal. The helmets retract into the ceiling. --

-- Subject one glances around the room, her eyes wide. --

[CuntTech 06]: Hehe, did you all have fun?

-- Subject 1 appears confused, and clambors off the chair she was strapped to. She lands on the ground awkwardly and attempts to stand up, immediately failing and falling to her hands and knees. --

-- A large smile forms on her face. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth and she pants happily. --

[Subject 1]: Woof!

[CuntTech 06]: Oh, It looks like it worked! She’s crawling on her hands and knees just like a retarded animal!

[CuntTech One]: Hehe, it looks that way!

-- Subjects 2 and 3 attempt to stand as well, falling to their hands and knees just as subject 1 did. In their proper positions, the newly produced CuntHounds smile and pant stupidly. They wave their butts as if wagging their tails happily. --

[CuntTech One]: Another successful batch of disrespectful whores turned into mindless dog girls. Now, let’s go test them ourselves shall we?

[CuntTech 06]: Yes mam!

-- CuntTech One snapes her fingers and points to the doggy door. --

[CuntTech One]: Ok bitches, time for training! Go that way!

[Subject 3]: Woof!

[Subject 1]: Ruff Ruff!

-- The CuntHounds obediently crawl to the doggie door. --

-- Giggling, CuntTech One drops to her hands and knees and crawls behind the dog girls, her face nearly pressed against subject 1’s raised pussy. --

-- CuntTech 06 smiles and follows her overseer’s suit, dropping to her hands and knees into the line of enslaved women. The Dog girls lead the way through the doggie door, and the CuntTech’s follow them into the adjacent lab. --

-- In the Testing lab, subjects 1, 2 and 3 emerge through the doggie door into the large spacious room. CuntTech One and CuntTech 06 follow behind them, crawling on their hands and knees until they’ve fully exited their previous room and have space to climb to their feet. --

-- The room is dominated by a small turf field. Inside, CuntTech 04 tinker’s with some lab equipment situated on the edge of the field. --

-- She looks up as the CuntHounds enter, and is visibly startled by the appearance of the CuntTechs behind them --

[CuntTech 04]: Oh, hello Miss Cockpuppet!

-- CuntTech 04 salutes CuntTech One. --

[CuntTech One]: Hello Chloe. I’m just showing Jessica how the process works, we’ll handle testing this batch. WHy don’t you go oversee the next batch sweetie.

[CuntTech 04]: Yes mam!

-- CuntTech 04 quickly scampers over to the dog door, drops to her hands and knees, and crawls through it. --

[CuntTech One]: Now, we just play a little game.

-- CuntTech One strides over to a small basket, reaches into it, and pulls out three tennis balls. --

[CuntTech One]: Ok girls, fetch!

-- CuntTech One throws the first tennisball, and the three CuntHounds immediately chase after it. --

-- CuntTech One throws the second ball, and then the third. The CuntHounds clumsily collide with each other as they frantically clambored to each grab one of the bouncing green balls at the other end of the field. --

[CuntTech 06]: They’re so eager to serve!

[CuntTech One]: Just like good cunts should be! This is just a bit of basic testing, to make sure they’ve taken to their programming.

-- The excited puppy girls grabbed their balls and dashed back to CuntTech One. Each CuntHound carried a tennisball in her mouth. --

-- Arriving at CuntTech One’s feet, each one drops her tennis ball. --

[Subject 1]: Woof woof!

[Subject 3]: Bark!

-- CuntTech One picked up one of the balls and hurled it down the field once again. --

[Subject 2]: Ruff!

-- The CuntHounds whirled to chase the ball once again. --

[CuntTech One]: Once we’ve seen that they’re brains are just nice stupid piles of mush, our masters put them through more rigorous testing to see if they’re suited to be used in combat. If so, they’ll be put into training, and before long they’ll be ready to hunt down bad, disobedient girls for their masters.

[CuntTech 06]: Hehe, just like me!

[CuntTech One]: That’s right honey!

-- At the end of the field, Subject 1 wrestles the ball from subject 3. --

-- Subject 1 takes the ball and trots back to where CuntTech One stands waiting. --

-- Subjects 2 and 3 follow her. --

-- Subject 1 Drops the ball at CuntTech One’s feet --

[Subject 1]: Woof!

-- Subjects 2 and 3 return as well. --

[CuntTech One]: Hehe, good mutts. Now, sit!

-- The CuntHounds obediently squat and drop their butts against the turf. --

-- CuntTech One walks over to another collection of objects along the side of the field. --

-- She picks up three small flat cylinders, and carries them back to the waiting doggie girls. --

[CuntTech One]: Now, one more little test.

-- CuntTech One places the three small dog bows in front of each of the subjects, and peels the lids off them one by one. --

-- Each bowl contains a white and yellow mixture with chunks of mushy brown dog kibble. --

-- The Cunthounds lean over the slop with wide eyes and drool, before looking back up at CuntTech One for instructions. --

[CuntTech One]: Are my new bitches hungry?

[Subject 3]: Ruff!

[Subject 1]: Woof woof!

[Subject 2]: Ruff ruff, Bark!

-- The CuntHounds bark their affirmations and wiggle their butts against the gound. --

[CuntTech One]: Okay, eat up silly semen craving whores!

[Subject 2]: Ruff!

-- The CuntHounds eagerly dive forward and thrust their faces into the slop in front of them. They happily lick and slurp all over the sludge filled bowls. --

-- Subject 1’s eyes cross and she squirts as she slurps up the mixture of cum, piss and dog food. --

[CuntTech 06]: Oh wow, they love it so much! Do they ever get tired of eating this gross slop?

[CuntTech One]: Of course not stupid, our master’s made sure of that! The kibble is specially designed to meet all their nutritional needs and keep these dumb doggies fit and healthy. Then pee and spunk is added because it’s funny to watch stupid mindless dog girls slurp it up like idiots! These bitches brain are rewritten so they’ll happily eat this disgusting sludge for the rest of their lives.

-- CuntTech One grabs Subject 1’s head and pulls it out of her food. --

[CuntTech One]: Does the retarded bitch like her puppy chow?

[Subject 1]: Woof woof!

[CuntTech One]: Hehe, that’s right.

-- CuntTech One pushes Subject 1’st face back into the bowl. --

-- Subject 1 continues eating sloppily. --

-- CuntTech One turned to face CuntTech 06 once more. --

[CuntTech One]: And that’s all there is to it! Our masters very smartly made sure I designed the process to be so simple that even braindead bimbo’s like us could do it! After the doggies have finished eating, we’ll load them into those dog crates and send them off to be tested, fitted for RCB’s, and made into good useful tools for our owners! You think you can handle all that dear?

[CuntTech 06]: Yes mam! Thank you so much for teaching me how to take care of our masters property, I’ll do my best to help turn these bad girls into proper obedient mutts for our owners! I just hope I can be as useful to our masters as you Miss Cockpuppet!

[CuntTech One]: Hehe, oh don’t worry dear, I'm sure you will be. Or, if you aren't, I’ll just have to empty out whatever slop is still left of your tiny little brain and turn you into a brainless puppy yourself!

-- The CuntTech’s laugh. --

[CuntTech One]: Alright then, let’s get back to the lab now. There's a lot more girls to turn into good cock obeying doggies, aren’t there!

[CuntTech 06]: Hehehe, yes mam!

[End Compound Activity log]

Chapter 6: [File]: [Subject]: [CuntTechnician Program]

Chapter Text

[Subject]: [CuntTechician Program]

[Designation]: [Scientific Development and Combat Support Program]

[Status]: [Developmental]

[Assessment]: [Optimistic]

[BRIEF]

Since the effectiveness and viability of enslaving female scientists was more than efficiently demonstrated by the CuntTechnician program’s pilot example, CuntTech One (See [File]: [Subject]: [Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet]), the project has been put into full production. With the successful processing of over ten subjects, The finalization of the program's standard equipment, and the enslaved subjects demonstrating their usefulness in several ongoing operations, the CuntTech program is now serving as the second fully operational branch of the Whorewatch military.

As one of the developing Whorewatch initiative’s more highly specialized branches, only highly qualified material is suitable for processing into the CuntTech program. The current selection process requires material must at least be a current PhD candidate in order to be considered for conversion.

The initial subjects consisted of the graduate student team Angela Cockpuppet (At the time still Angela Zeiglar) brought onto our supposed ‘Mental Health Research Team’ under the impression that they would be working on our Mental Subjugation Program. As we continue our covert forceful restructuring of the U.N. military we have further processed the most educated and successful female scientists, researchers and engineers that we have captured in our progress.

Our long term operations will likely expand to the processing of the most accomplished scientists in the rest of the world's militaries, before eventually incorporating the most qualified civilian candidates.

In order to be useful in their role, CuntTechs must retain their creativity and imagination, so the enslavement process they are subjected to is rather delicate, especially compared to the dogification process that CuntHounds are subjected to. The CuntTechnician conversion process is consequentially much slower and costlier, requiring upwards of 2 hours and consuming brainwashing material in volumes equivalent to that of ten CuntHound conversions. Due to the programs far smaller and more specialized nature, this has not presented any significant problems, but It does prevent CuntTechnicians from being processed at anywhere near the speed and efficiency of CuntHounds or other developing branches.

Once converted, the CuntTechnicians remain as academically intelligent as capable of complex problem solving as previously, and also retain a large degree of the personality and demeanor they possessed before processing. Their sense of self worth, individuality, freedom and capacity to make value judgements are all completely erased, and replaced with an unwavering surety that women are stupid objects, rightfully incapable of doing anything other than happily and enthusiastically serving their male superiors in every way possible. CuntTechs are completely incapable of seeing any personal desire that they or any other women may have as anything other than an utterly ridiculous and worthless sentiment, deserving nothing short of complete derision and mockery. Their every thought and action is entirely dedicated to humiliating themselves for male entertainment, and dedicating their remaining intelligence entirely to best serving the whims of their rightful male superiors.

Like the CuntHounds they help develop (See [File]: [Subject]: [CuntHound Program]), CuntTechnicians are sorted into two categories at the time of conversion, being given the role of either CuntTech Supervisor, or CuntTech laborer.

The most creative and exceedingly accomplished women are given the role of CuntTech Supervisor, marked with unique names and callsigns, and granted authority over Generic CuntTechnicians in research and development operations. CuntTech Supervisors are responsible for divising and leading development on experimental technology and operations, primarily centered on diversifying and expediting the process of female enslavement. So far Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet is the only material to be graded top quality, and thus CuntTech One is currently the only CuntTech Supervisor. For the moment this has proved perfectly effective, as the scope of our operations is relatively narrow. Once we commence phase 2, we intend to begin expanding this roster.

The vast majority of material, over 90% of our subjects so far, are instead designated CuntTech Laborers, or ‘Generics’ as the boys have taken to calling them. CuntTech Laborers are subjected to the same brainwashing process as CuntTech Supervisors, retaining their capacity to serve as scientific assets even as they are made into utterly obedient slaves, and even given unique individual names, unlike other generic whorewatch units. However, following their conversion, these generic CuntTechs are further modified through a unique version of the nutritional slop that comprises all slaves' diets. The slop that generic CuntTechs are fed includes a special blend of energy enhancers and stimulants which increase the CuntTechs ability to think and focus, while greatly reducing their need for rest. Generic CuntTech’s require only 3 to 4 hours of sleep per night and can maintain unparalleled concentration on their tasks for the entirety of their waking hours. Overall the CuntTech Laborers are assessed to be roughly 65% more effective than any other labor force on average, and their utility has already allowed us to develop our operations at a faster rate than we have ever accomplished before.

Obviously, this performance is completely unsustainable without quickly incurring permanent damage, and current estimates suggest that within six months our first batch of CuntTech Laborers will begin experiencing complete cerebral failure. Once they have crashed they will likely be capable of little more than mindlessly following simple commands, and will be functionally useless as anything other than entertainment. While this cost was deemed non desirable for the higher value CuntTech Supervisors, it was quickly decided that CuntTech Laborers are entirely disposable, and that this trade is well worthwhile. Already many ideas have been enthusiastically suggested for how to repurpose the subjects once their brains have completely failed. As female scientists, many of the candidates for conversion into CuntTechnicians have drawn the ire of their male comrades with their aggravating confidence and refusal to accept proper male superiority. Now being returned to their rightful positions of supremacy, those male colleagues are eager to see these supposedly intelligent women reduced to braindead objects for their amusement.

With this desire for entertainment in mind, along with some mild concern for extra security measures, all CuntTechnicians, Supervisors and Laborers alike, are fitted with a Instantaneous Dogification Circuit. This circuit, upon activation by an approved male superior, will instantly erase the subject's mind completely and turn her into a brainless barking dog girl. In order to be so efficient, each circuit must be tailored to its target's unique brain patterns, and the final mental state it leaves them in is far dumber than that of a CuntHound. Dogified CuntTechnicians will be far too stupid to serve in any combat role, and will be repurposed into pets solely for the entertainment of their superiors. While obviously a somewhat costly measure, in appropriate circumstances we are confident this tool will be highly popular, and male officers are already finding a great deal of enjoyment in simply reminding CuntTechnicians that they can be turned into mindless dogs at a moment’s notice.

In addition to their nearly endless utility in research, development, study and entertainment, the CuntTechnicians serve a highly useful role in conflict as support units.

CuntTechnicians are each outfitted with a standard Combat Support Outfit, or CSO. The CuntTech CSO includes light armor, short range communication equipment, lightweight first aid supplies, and a medium strength stun pistol. CuntTech Supervisors are additionally equipped with unique utility devices and weapons suited to their particular scientific specialties. In a combat zone, CuntTechnicians can serve as security, medical, or scientific research personnel, and even engage in direct combat if absolutely necessary. While not nearly as formidable as other Whorewatch units, testing has shown the CuntTechnicians can prove highly useful as versatile assets in a conflict zone, and in general they are projected to be the most adaptable units in the Whorewatch military.

With their extreme versatility, unparalleled rate of productivity, unique utility in expanding our operations, and of course the great deal of entertainment they provide men, the CuntTechs have made a fantastic addition to the ongoing development of the Whorewatch project.

[END BRIEF]

[Compound Activity Log 1369-7073]

[Location]:

[Research Development Facility [REDACTED], experimentation lab #4]

[Summary]:

[Excerpt of standard interior security and documentation recordings. Area of focus is CuntTechnicians packaging materials and equipment for emergency facility abandonment]

[Participating Members]:

[Angela Cumdump Cockpuppet] - [CuntTechnician One]

[Erica Cumslurper Smartyslut] - [CuntTechnician 02]

[Alicia Nerdyboobs Jizzdump] - [CuntTechnician 03]

[Chloe Bimbobrain Bouncybutt] - [CuntTechnician 04]

[Jessica Pissbucket Doghumper] - [CuntTechnician 06]

[CuntHound 0109]

[Officer Bella Peirce] - [Subject 1]

-- In the largely disassembled laboratory, CuntTechnicians 02, 03 and 06 sort and package the remaining miscellaneous equipment into a scattered array of industrial crates. --

-- The remaining engineers tools, computers, and boxes of documents are laid out on the mostly empty tables set around the workshop. --

-- Each of the CuntTechnicians wears high heels and a transparent lab coat that keeps their naked bodies entirely visible underneath. --

-- CuntTechnician 06 sorts the materials around her while CuntTechnician’s 03 and 02 take the objects she sorts and load them into their respective crates. --

[CuntTech 06]: ...Mmmm… Sonic stun weapon development notes… That’ll go with the ongoing research records.

-- She sets the folder filled with papers in one of three boxes, each filled with similar folders, and then pulls another from a small pile of papers on the table. --

[CuntTech 06]: instantaneous cryostasis research, that one was put on hold, that's another one for the halted development records… Biofluid enslavement theories, also halted development records, high fire-rate stun weaponry, that’s ongoing research…

-- CuntTech 06 sorts each file as she picks them up, and finally retrieves the last folder from the emptied pile. --

[CuntTech 06]: And… Oh, dogification circuit files, completed project records! Ok, the files are all set!

[CuntTech 02]: gotcha! Thank you so much, Miss for helping this dumb cunt!

-- CuntTech’s 02 and 03 cross the room to each pick up one of the boxes and CuntTech 06 picks up the remaining box. The science sales carry their boxes over to a large half filled trunk. --

[CuntTech 02]: So, do you girls know what this is all even about? I mean this is crazy, packing up the whole main lab in two days, to totally abandon it? I mean obviously if men say we need to they’re totally right because men are always right and we’re just brainless jizz sponges, but like, what's going on?

-- The CuntTechs place each of their boxes in the trunk, CuntTech 06 closes it, and pulls a marker out of her lab coat pocket, scribbling the words ‘LAB FILES’ across a piece of tape on the front of the box. --

[CuntTech 03]: I heard some of our owners talking about it while I was licking the bathroom clean earlier. I didn’t get all of it, but they said something about having to clear this whole place out before ‘ they ’ come snooping around. But I don’t know who ‘they’ is.

-- The CuntTechs return to the remaining lab materials and continue sorting them. --

[CuntTech 02]: Oh wow, I mean that could be anybody right? The government, Overwatch, maybe even Talon!?

-- CuntTech 06 carries a toolbox over to one of the crates, places it inside and locks the crate, labeling it ‘LAB TOOLS.’ --

[CuntTech 03]: I guess it doesn’t really matter, we aren’t ready to start our masters full takeover yet, so we gotta make sure nobody finds out what we’re doing.

[CuntTech 02]: Well yeah, but I’m curious!

-- CuntTech 06 returns to her fellow slave whores with a smirk. --

[CuntTech 06]: I know who it is. An owner was on a call with the general himself while he used my mouth to jerk off this morning and I heard everything.

[CuntTech 02]: really!? Who is it, c’mon tell us!

[CuntTech 03]: Yeah don’t get all smug like that, we’re all equally worthless cocksleeves, if you know then we should get to.

[CuntTech 06]: Haha ok ok, well,

-- CuntTech 06 leans forward. --

[CuntTech 06]: Our masters heard from their contacts that Miss Cockpuppet and the lezzie dog cunt have some girlfriends who’ve gotten suspicious, and they managed to figure out that this is where they were working.

[CuntTech 02]: No way, so it is overwatch!

[CuntTech 06]: That's right, and not just any old overwatch whore either. From what they’ve heard, that old lady in charge is sending Tracer to check this place out. They think she’ll be here in a few days, that’s why we’ve gotta get absolutely everything outta here so fast. They wanna make super sure she can’t report anything to her bosses.

[CuntTech 03]: That makes sense, but… Even Overwatch can’t just go around accusing the united nations military of being run by a rogue faction without any proof.

[CuntTech 06]: That's the best part , they can’t. Tracer is gonna have to investigate in secret , and when she does, that’s when our masters are gonna use to opportunity to-

[CuntTechnician One]: Uh oh, I don’t hear sluts wooorkiiing.

-- CuntTech one and two male soldiers enter the room suddenly. --

CuntTechnicians 02 03 and 06 salute immediately. Each of the lab techs smile mindlessly as they see their blonde hero and the soldiers walking with her.

[CuntTechnician One]: It sounds to me like you girls have been blabbering away instead of doing your jobs, is that true?

-- The CuntTechnician Laborers remain in their saluting positions with their eyes forward. --

-- The male soldiers snicker. --

[CuntTech 06]: Yes Miss Cockpuppet, W- we have…

[CuntTechnician One]: Silly holes, you should know urinals don’t exist to talk.

[CuntTech’s 03]: We’re sorry miss Cockpuppet!

[CuntTech 02]: Yeah we’re so so sorry Miss Cockpuppet, our woman brains are tiny and stupid and we got confused because we’re brainless babbling morons!

[CuntTechnician One]: Hehe that’s right girls, that’s exactly what you are. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure our masters know to punish you later. But for now, we still have work to do!

[CuntTech 06]: Yes Miss Cockpuppet, Thank you Miss Cockpuppet!

[CuntTechnician One]: Thank your superiors girls. These nice strong men will finish up in this room and take these big heavy boxes out to be loaded up. And… Erica, You’ll stay behind to help them sort the rest of this junk.

[CuntTech 02]: Oh, yes Miss Cockpuppet!

-- CuntTech 02 trots over to her superiors. --

-- The soldiers grin and one of them fondles her breasts. --

[CuntTechnician One]: Hehe, have fun sirs! Girls, follow me, we have some other things to pack up for our owners.

[CuntTech’s 03]: Yes Miss Cockpuppet!

-- CuntTech One leads CuntTech’s 02 03 and 06 out of the lab. --

-- CuntTech 02 returns to the table with unsorted objects on it and bends over to begin separating them. The soldiers follow behind her. --

-- In a much more spacious room with dozens of large crates are lined up messily against the walls and a row of five identical machines in the center of the floor, CuntTech 05 stands in front of the strange devices. Next to her, CuntHound 0109, clad in her RCB, sits on her haunches. In front of the two Whorewatch generics, Subject 1 lies stunned on the ground. --

-- Each of the machines behind the three women is built primarily around a flat table like center, with a pair of extended stirrups on the front, an assortment of similar extended arms on the sides, and a large boxlike shape hinged onto the back. Intended into the center table is a divet in the vague shape of a woman's upper body. --

-- CuntTechs One, 03 and 06 enter the room. --

[CuntTechnician One]: Here we are ladies. This is where we’ll be working for the rest of the day. Lots to do!

[CuntTech 06]: Oh, hi Chloe, hi doggy!

-- CuntTech 06 pats CuntHound 0109’s helmet. --

-- CuntTech 03 inspects the machines. --

[CuntTech 03]: What are these Miss Cockpuppet? I haven’t seen schematics for anything like these before.

[CuntTechnician One]: Hehe you wouldn’t have dear, some of our superiors whipped these up just yesterday!

[Subject 1]: Hnnnnn…

[CuntTechnician One]: Ahhh, and it looks like our test subject is waking up just in time, lovely!

-- Subject 1 groans and twitches as she regains consciousness. --

[Subject 1]: Wh… what happened…?

[CuntTechnician One]: You tried to run sweetie, and Chloe here had to give you a little stun! That was an awful lot of trouble you caused us too y’know, this doggie had to drag you all the way here!

[Subject 1]: All the way… wait, wait that’s right you tried to take me- wh- where did you take me?!

-- Subject one becomes frantic. --

[CuntHound 0109]: Grrrr…

-- Subject one sees the armored dog woman and freezes. --

[CuntTechnician One]: That’s right sweetie, just be a good girl for us while we package you up.

[Subject 1]: …Package… me up…?

[CuntTechnician One]: Well of course dear. I need to show the girls here how we’ll be preparing all you silly disobedient holes in the prison wing to be moved to our new home base. Now stand up for me, and hop right up here.

-- CuntTech One pats the table in the center of the machine nearest to them. --

-- Subject one cautiously rises to her feat and CuntHound 0109 tensely steps towards her. --

[CuntTechnician One]: Hehe, you don't want to get zapped again , do you?

-- Nervously, Subject one does as she is told and awkwardly slides herself onto the table. --

[CuntTechnician One]: Good girl. Now, lie down for us.

-- Subject one hesitates and looks around. --

[CuntHound 0109]: Ruff!

[Subject 1]: O- ok!

-- Subject one hurriedly lays down,fumbling to place her feet in the extended stirrups and her hands on the extended arms. --

-- Suddenly clamps snap shut on Subject 1’s wrists and ankles. --

[Subject 1]: Hey-!

[CuntTechnician One]: Excellent! Now girls, watch carefully. This is a very simple process, so even a bunch of retarded women cunts like us can understand it!

-- CuntTech’s 03 04 and 06 cluster around the front of the machine to observe. --

[Subject 1]: W- Wait please-! Please don’t do anything to me!

[CuntTechnician One]: First, we fold the package’s legs,

-- CuntTech One Grabs one of the extended stirrups and suddenly swings it upwards with minimal effort. --

-- Both stirrups automatically snap backwards in an arc pinning subject 1’s legs beside her head. --

[Subject 1]: AH-! WAIT-!

[CuntTechnician One]: Then fold it’s arms,

-- CuntTech One grabs one of the extended arms and folds it down. --

-- Like the Stirrups, the extended arms unanimously snap together pinning Subject 1’s arms behind her back. --

[Subject 1]: PLEASE WAIT WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING! NO-!

[CuntTechnician One]: And to finish sealing up the package, just take the press here,

-- CuntTech One takes hold of the large box hinged to the back of the machine, and raises it up to be vertical. --

[CuntTechnician One]: And slam it down!

[Subject 1]: NO NO NO WAIT I'M NOT A PACKAGE PLEASE DON’T-!

-- THUNK --

-- CuntTech One slams the box down over Subject 1’s body. --

-- A moment later she pulls the box back up and the table's extended arms and legs snap back into their original positions now empty. --

[Subject 1]: hnnnnnn!

[CuntTech 06]: She’s so cute!

-- Subject one is now bound in her position by a pair of thick strong dark gray elastic bands. One wraps around her upper chest pinning her legs in place. Another runs around her stomach and thighs and arms, with a pair of handles on either side. Identical plugs of the same dark gray rubbery material occupy her mouth and anus. A trio of rectangular transparent orange seals are stamped over her nipples and pussy, and a sticker of the Whorewatch insignia is stuck to her right buttcheek. --

[Subject 1]: mmm-! Mmm-! Hnn!

-- Subject 1 struggles against her packaging, accomplishing absolutely nothing. --

[CuntTechnician One]: And there you are, your package is all ready for shipping! That Nutri-Gag should keep her healthy until the men find some use for her! I am sure she will make for a fine soldier or sex toy for them.

-- CuntTech One takes one of the handles and CuntTech 04 takes the handle on the other side. --

-- Together the CuntTechnicians lift the package up off the table and place it on the ground in front of the machine. --

[Subject 1]: Mmmm, mmm-!

-- CuntHound 0109 approaches the package cautiously sniffing it. --

[Subject 1]: mmm, mmm…

-- CuntHound 0109 sniffs the package from top to bottom then back to top and decides she is satisfied. --

[Subject 1]: mmmm… mmmm…?

[CuntHound 0109]: woof.

-- CuntHound 0109 turns away, lifts her leg, and pees on the package's face. --

[Subject 1]: MMMMMM-!

-- Subject one cries into her gag and squirms pathetically as the CuntHound urinates on her to mark her as subdued. --

-- CuntTechnicians One, 04 and 06 laugh. --

-- CuntHound 0107 finishes peeing on the package, shakes herself off, and trots over to sit by CuntTech 04. --

[CuntTech 06]: Hahaha, well it looks like the doggy thinks she’s ready to be boxed up!

[CuntTechnician One]: And she’s quite right! That’s all it takes, just a few quick seconds and this bad disobedient bunch of holes is sealed up nice and tight.

-- The CuntTech Laborers clap and giggle. --

[CuntTechnician One]: Hehe, it’s quite lovely isn’t it? Now let's finish up here so we can get the real work started! Chloe and Alicia if you would please check the machine to make sure it’s automatically reset itself as it should, Jessica and I will drop this package where it belongs.

[Subject 1]: hnn- hmmm??

[CuntTech 04]: Of course Miss Cockpuppet!

-- CuntTechs 03 and 04 step forward to inspect the machine as ordered. --

-- CuntTech One bends over at the waist to take hold of one of the package’s handles again. CuntTech 06 obediently does the same and takes hold of the opposite handle. --

-- With a heave the two CuntTechs lift the package and march towards the nearest open crate. --

[Subject 1]: Hnn hnnn hnn!

-- The CuntTechs reach the nearest crate and lift the package over the edge. --

[Subject 1]: hnnn-!

[CuntTechnician One]: hehe, bye bye!

[Subject 1]: HN HN HN HN-!

-- The two CuntTechs drop the package into the create and it lands with a heavy thud. --

[Subject 1]: hnnn…. Hnnn hnn hnnnnnnnn…

-- The package whines through its gags and the CuntTechs ignore it and happily trot back to the machine. --

[CuntTech 04]: The machine seems to be working perfectly Mam, it’s reset and ready for the next package just like you said.

[CuntTechnician One]: Wonderful!

-- CuntTech One claps her hands. --

[CuntTechnician One]: Are you girls ready to get to work then?

[CuntTech Laborers]: Yes Miss Cockpuppet!

[CuntTechnician One]: Wonderful! Well then, we have a lot of things to seal up- Time to get started!

[End Compound Activity log]

Chapter 7: [File]: [Subject]: [Lena Oxton]

Chapter Text

[Subject]: [Lena Oxton]

[Designation]: [Overwatch Agent]

[Callsign]: [Tracer]

[Status]: [Hostile]

[BRIEF]

A young veteran of the original Overwatch team, Lena Oxton was among the first to rejoin the newly reformed paramilitary organization. Widely recognized for her considerable abilities and bombastic personality, she has already proven herself as capable as ever, serving on the front lines as Overwatch brought a quick and relatively peaceful end to the most recent omnic crisis.

With a new surge of public support and a genuine dedication to solving conflicts before they can threaten the world as it is, it was inevitable that Oxton, and Overwatch at large, became an obstacle to our agenda. We have been considerably successful maintaining our secrecy as the operation swells in size, but as our preparations near completion, it seems we have finally attracted Overwatch’s attention.

Thanks to our allies within the government, we were warned days in advance that Oxton herself would be attempting to investigate Research Development Facility [REDACTED]. We were able to clear any identifying material out of the facility in record time, but with enemy eyes on the facility, there was simply no way to hide the fact that it had been a lair of clandestine activity for some time. There is no doubt that Tracer will quickly confirm Overwatch’s suspicions that we have been working on a massive project in preparation for a major operation, with enough specificity to threaten our organization before we are properly established.

Fortunately, our sources have told us that due to both a desire to begin their investigation completely stealthily, and a severe lack of resources and agents after their last altercations, Oxton will be arriving completely alone. In light of this opportunity, instead of attempting to simply minimize the damage by scrubbing the site as much as possible and allowing Oxton to leave with potentially damaging information, we will capitalize on the opportunity to add to our growing collection of properly enslaved women.

As a highly dangerous singular enemy combatant and a high profile heroine, Tracer is obviously another perfect target to be repurposed into a branch leader, like CuntHound Alpha and CuntTechnician One. In lieu of her unique abilities as a lone combatant, the plan has been made to begin development on the next branch of the Whorewatch militia - By repurposing Tracer into its first unit.

Of course, first she needs to be obtained, and to accomplish this, a team has been left to wait in the bowels of Research Development Facility [REDACTED] . While initial suggestions included teams of fifteen to thirty soldiers, CuntHounds, or even CuntTechnicians, records of Tracer’s history in the field suggest she is extremely adept at using the chaos of a highly populated battlefield to her advantage. Lena Oxton has a distinctly frustrating track record accomplishing her goals, outmaneuvering her opponents, or simply slipping out of their grasp, all while facing utterly overwhelming enemy forces. And while scattering individually hidden agents throughout the facility to ambush Tracer in more singular combat at the right time was also considered, the possibility of a less capable agent alerting her to the danger before a proper ambush could be executed was deemed too great.

So the team who will be carrying out this operation consists of only two members. Concerns have been voiced that this is simply not enough force to capture the extremely slippery enemy that Tracer is, but we feel confident the two agents will accomplish their mission. After all, Lena Oxton has made her priorities clear to the public at every chance she gets. Above all else, Tracer is loyal to her friends.

If our calculations are correct, attempting to help her friends will be the last decision Lena Oxton ever makes for herself.

[END BRIEF]

Lena tightened her grip on the pistol in her right hand, and silently opened the door in front of her. Her look around the grounds of the facility had told her nothing about what had been going on here, save for the obvious. Some containers of rations and a few abandoned hover trailers suggested that this place has been hosting a good deal of people, but they'd known that already.

What Overwatch wanted to know was what this strange facility was being used for . A potentially trustworthy source had given them a tip that this facility was a part of some sort of clandestine operation within the military, and three days after they began looking into it, the entire place had suddenly been abandoned. The UNM. General Captain Amari had spoken with confirmed the facility was one of theirs, told them it was nothing of note, and even insisted the sudden abandonment was simply a standard relocation of assets, but Ana didn’t believe him. Lena had a good guess as to why, and it wasn't just the suspicious nature of the situation.

Months after they began living at some hidden, top secret UNM black site to work on a project, a project they said they couldn't tell anyone about, Angela and Fareeha had suddenly stopped responding to anyone's messages. The General told Ana he didn't know anything about the project they were part of and that they were probably just under temporary radio silence for security reasons, but Ana insisted he couldn't be trusted. She'd told Lena she had a feeling in her gut that this guy was a snake, and that this facility had something to do with Angela and Fareeha's disappearance. This leads to why Lena was here, sneaking around a supposedly empty military base. And why it was time to go inside.

The hall leading into the compound was mostly dark. She took a deep breath before hugging the wall and making her way inside. She kept low as she lurked in the shadows. Stealth like this wasn't normally her thing, but if this place was hiding a horde of rogue omnics or genetically enhanced super soldiers, well, she didn't want them to hear her before she heard them. Better to play it safe for now.

As she walked she scanned the walls, making note of the signs on each door. Test Lab #4, Assembly Lab #5, Nutrition Production Lab #1… Nutrition production? What was this place working on? Moving slowly, Lena kept her ears perked for any signs of life. Any signs of…

She froze mid step. It was silent, but she waited. Just a moment ago, she could’ve sworn she’d heard… That! Voices! Lena instinctively whirled to check her rear, pistols raised, but as she had suspected, she was clear. The chatter sounded somewhat distant, but it was hard to tell in this desolate maze of empty halls and half empty rooms.

Luckily, the talking was consistent. Slowly, quietly, she moved further down the hall, stopping every few minutes to listen. By the time she’d read a fork in the corridor, it was definitely louder. She was getting closer. Pausing to listen for a moment once again, she began down the left hand path.

She continued moving along the wall, stopping before each doorway before she could accidentally expose herself to… Well she wasn’t sure. Whoever it was, she had some questions for them.

Each room proved empty, but the irregular chatter steadily grew louder and louder, until she could almost make out the words. From the patterns of speech, it was starting to sound like just one person talking to themself.. Talking to her self, it sounded like.

Another doorway. Another half empty room. A little louder. Another doorway. She froze.

“...all work out, ju……'re always right, you know…”

She couldn’t make it all out, but it was enough. Whoever that was, she was nearby, talking to herself loudly enough that she didn’t seem to be worried about anyone listening.

Lena checked the room she was next to, just to be safe, but that wasn’t it. The next one though…

“...Such a shame I can’t be getting any work done. Ah well, hopefully this will all be done soon enough hehe.”

The words were clear now, but more importantly so was the voice. Soft, upbeat, and with a noticeable accent.

Lena’s heart raced. She knew that voice, she was almost certain. Hopefully that meant she was about to get some answers. But if not…

She inched closer, tightening her grip on her pistols. The next door, on the other side of the hall. She was sure of it.

She approached slowly, her footsteps inaudible. The door was ajar. She tried to peek in, but the sliver of the room she could see was as empty as the others. Now though, she could hear a second noise. Heels, steadily clicking against the tile floors, like somebody was pacing. This was it.

Lena took a deep breath, a step forward, and then as effortlessly as exhaling, she blinked forward, covering ten meters in a single second as a blue flash.

She settled facing the interior of the room, guns poised, but hope in her heart. And there, standing in the center of the room-!

“Ah, there you are!” Angela cried cheerfully. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming!”

Lena lowered her guns and broke out into a relieved sigh.

“Y’nearly gave me a heart attack luv!” She exhaled. Angela had scared the hell out of her, but she couldn't have been happier to see her again. She still hadn't a clue what was going on, or why Angela was in her field armor, but- Were Angela's boobs sticking out of her outfit?! What the hell was…

"Well it was good of you to join us." Angela smiled brightly at her. She lowered her new staff and pointed it at Lena, the tip glowing a reddish orange. Lena's instincts kicked in before she had even processed what she was seeing, and as a slithering orange beam flew from Angela's staff, Lena blinked several feet to her right.

The beam flailed in the air where Lena had been standing a moment ago and fizzled out.

"Awww darling, now why did you have to do that?" Angela pouted.

Lena's heart raced. Angela, as Overwatch's leading field medic Mercy, could use that staff to supercharge a body's ability to heal itself, or to give people a strength and adrenaline boost in a fight. On the field, Angela has used both functions on Lena more than a few times, but why…

"Heh, Angela, what's goin' on?" Lena chuckled nervously. She did her best to appear nonchalant, but she kept her pistols in her hands, and braced herself to sprint again.

"Oh, you'll see hehe." Angela giggled cheerfully. "Now hold still." Angela leveled her glowing staff at Lena again.

Lena moved before Angela had even fired this time, crossing to the other side of the room in another blue flash. Angela's beam bounced off the wall and began recoiling on itself before fading out of existence.

"Tsk tsk," Angela tutted. "You're being a naughty little cunt, Lena. This is exactly why women don't deserve to think for themselves."

"W-What the hell's gott'n inta' you?!" Lena cried. Angela turned to face her, and Lena finally got a better look at her armor.

It had the same white and gray color scheme as her armor, the same orange and gold trimmings, it was built around similar pieces of armor like the knee and shoulder pads, the collar, it even had Angela's unique mechanical wings attached to the back. It looked like Angela's armor, except that it put Angela’s legs and boobs and pussy completely on display.

From her white shoulder pads down, her arms were encased in gray cloves with yellow-orange panels running down them, and from her white knee pads down, her legs were encased in matching dark gray boots, with more panels and long platform heels in the same yellow-orange.

But her torso meanwhile, was wrapped only in a single narrow armored corset, cut off just below her belly button and topped with a flare that ended barely over her nipples. The outfit turned her chest into a shelf of gigantic barely contained boobs, while her pussy was covered only by a completely translucent yellow-orange loincloth.

Her collar was now attached to nothing, looking less like a shirt’s collar and more like a dog’s collar, while her shining golden halo headset was the only thing that seemed unchanged.

And the staff she held in her hands, unlike the one Lena was used to, was tipped with what Lena could only describe as an armored glowing dildo, plated white and tipped with a dark gray penis head practically spurting out its soft yellow light.

What the fuck was going on in this place?!

Angela smiled.

"Oh Far eeeehaaaa~" she sang.

Lena tensed. Fareeha was here? Oh, tell her that didn't mean-

A heavy stomping suddenly echoed through the room, and a moment later, a blur of blue and gold and glowing red hurtled through the doorway, landing between Lena and the only exit.

The intruder faced her, and Lena gasped. She was crouched on all fours, naked except for the exo suit she wore. Her arms and legs encased in armored mechanical quadruped limbs, with large pauldrons on her shoulders and a whiplike tail attached to her butt. A dog-like helmet with glowing red eyes covered the upper part of her head, but Lena didn't need to see her face to recognize her. The blue armor, the brown skin, the Eye of Horus tattoo just visible beneath the helmet, even if Angela hadn't just called her name, Lena could've figured it out.

Fareeha stepped forward slowly, sniffing the air and growling. Her big boobs swung with every step.

"Grrr, Lena bad cunt."

"There you are, stupid doggy!" Angela greeted her. "I've been waiting for you! Now fetch this nimble little whore for our owners."

"RUFF RUFF!" Fareeha barked and lunged.

Lena leapt forward and blinked mid step, passing right by Fareeha as she charged, breaking into a sprint for the door. Fareeha was a top shelf fighter when she wasn't wearing a suit of power armor. Whatever had happened to her, there was no way Lena could take her and Angela at the same time.

She heard Fareeha land on the ground behind her with a slam. The door was a few yards away, she just needed to reach it before Fareeha caught up-

The sound of servos flexing at once gave Lena just enough warning to throw herself to the side as Fareeha sailed past her, landing between her and the door again, only this time mere feet from Lena. This dog suit was faster than she'd realized, and she couldn't blink again yet.

As she retreated, Fareeha whirled to face her. Wiithout warning, her tail flicked forward, its end crackling with a yellow arc.

Lena threw up her left arm, swatting the tail with her gauntlet. Electricity arced from the tail across her armored forearm, and Lena thanked Winston for ensuring her armor was insulated.

Too bad it still had to recharge between blinks.

"RUFF, BAD CUNT!"

Fareeha lunged to tackle her, but even without her powers, Lena was fast. She dove to her right, Fareeha's armored paws just grazing her left shoulder. She landed in a roll and sprang seamlessly back to her feet, ready to sprint again.

This time though, she saw how Fareeha landed, whirling around in a single step and launching straight back towards her yet again.

Lena dropped to dive but Fareeha was faster this time, slamming into her chest with her heavy front legs and pinning Lena to the ground. Her right arm smacked hard against the ground and the wind was knocked out of her chest.

"RUFF, RUFF RUFF!" "BAD LENA BAD!" Fareeha barked in her face. Behind her comrade’s snarling face and bulky armor, Lena could see Fareeha's tail rising to strike. Shit. Last chance.

Lena sucked in her breath, and the world slipped into a blue haze. She watched the room move around her in reverse, felt the pain in her arms and chest vanish, saw scratches Fareeha's claws left on her chest plate disappear. And then the blue haze cleared, and she was on the other side of the room, where she had been standing a minute before.

Her chronal accelerator beeped and dimmed, its charge depleted. she wouldn't be able to blink for minutes, wouldn't be able to recall again for far longer, but she had a chance now.

"WOOF WOOF!" Fareeha barked at her from across the room, and crouched to lunge, but Lena was ready. She braces herself to sprint the moment Fareeha leapt. With all that space between them, she knew she could dodge the Egyptian commando in dog armor. And then-

"Hehe, got you!"

SHIT, NO-

Lena's body tingled, her vision was tinted pink, and suddenly her body went rigid and snapped to attention. Against her will, she stood with her legs together, her back straight as a board and her arms at her sides. She tried to move, but she couldn't do a thing, she couldn't even move her face. Her jaw hung slightly agape, her eyes wide, she was paralyzed!

"Grrrrr…." Fareeha approached slowly with a growl.

"It's ok Fareeha, I've got the bad cunt." Angela spoke from behind Lena. Her heels clicked as she walked into Lena's paralyzed field of vision.

"Right, sweetie?” Angela cupped Lena’s face in her free hand. “You’re gonna be a good little cum toilet now.”

“W- What? What the hell was Angela talking about?

“Say, ‘Yes Angela, I'm going to be a good obedient cum toilet from now on.’”

“Yes Angela, I’m going to be a good obedient cum toilet from now on-!”

Lena managed a half gasp, what!? She hadn’t even realized her mouth had opened before she’d monotonously repeated exactly what Angela had told her. This beam, it wasn’t just paralyzing her-

“Hehehe, give me that cute salute of yours.” Angela giggled.

Instantly, Lena’s body moved, her weight shifting to one leg and her hip cocking out, her arm snapping into position, two fingers extended in front of her brow, the iconic pose she’d become known for. She still couldn’t move a muscle beyond that, and now she was left frozen in a rigid salute. Her body grinned happily while her attempt to yell in surprise came out as nothing more than a grunt.

She couldn’t control herself, Angela’s beam forced her to do whatever Angela said!

Angela’s eyes roamed over Lena’s frozen form, holding her staff in a loose two-handed grip. That nasty beam engulfing Lena’s body in an orange glow twisted and writhed gently, illuminating the once proud couple, now dressed in ridiculous, humiliating mockeries of their combat gear.

“Oh so cute.” Angela fawned. “Now say, ‘my big dyke butt belongs to men!’”

What the hell was-

“My big dyke butt belongs to men-!” Lena announced stupidly.

“Woof woof, good cunt!” Fareeha barked approvingly, bouncing her big boobs. The brown girl panted, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she stared Lena down. Angela took one hand off her staff to pat her wife's armored dog helmet.

“That’s right doggie, she’s a good cunt now.” Angela spoke condescendingly to the woman who had once been so strong and confident. “She just needed a little re-education. Isn’t that right, Lena?”

R- Re-education?

“Why don’t you be a good girl and say, ‘Yes, CuntTech Angela, I need to be properly trained.’” Angela ordered cheerfully.

“Yes, CuntTech Angela, I need to be properly trained-!” Lena blurted out as she saluted her former friends.

“Of course you do honey. Now…” Angela tapped a finger to her chin as she pondered for a moment.

Lena squirmed desperately, but she could barely even move her eyes. All she could do was stand there and salute and wait to be told what to do! Re-education? A suppressed shudder ran through her body. The labs, Fareeha and Angela’s disappearances, the strange behavior from the UN army, it was all starting to come together around her. Fareeha and Angela…They’d, they’d done something to them, brainwashed them into some kind of ridiculous playthings for men, and now, now that they had Lena-

Lena stared at her friends, Angela standing with her bare pussy exposed, Fareeha acting like some kind of dog girl-

They-They were gonna do the same thing to Lena, weren't they!?

“I know,” Angela giggled suddenly. “Let's make sure you know how to entertain your betters. Stick your big butt out and start smacking it!”

“Guh-” Lena grunted slightly as suddenly she leaned forward sticking her ass out, raised her hand, and-

CLAP!

Dammit that stung! Her ass jiggled, and already her hand was again-

WACK!

“Hehehe, that's a good girl!” Angela giggled deliriously.

WACK!

‘Ruff ruff!” Fareeha barked along as Lena kept spanking herself.

“Alright right sweetie, that's enough, stop now.”

Lena dropped her hand back down to her side.

“Ah, you’re going to make a wonderful cockservant once we get that obnoxious personality of yours erased.”

No, no! Lena felt herself pale, erasing her personality? They couldn't-!

“Hehehe, now, pull your pants down and stick your fat dyke butt out, honey,” Angela ordered her with a giggle. “It's time for Fareeha to give you a little zap!”

Damnit, no-

Her attempts to resist accomplishing nothing, Lena hooked her thumbs under her tight stretchy pants and her underwear, pulled them both down to her knees at once, and bent over at the waist, arching her back to stick her butt out as far as possible.

“Ok Fareeha, zap the silly cunt now.”

“Grrrr…” Fareeha lowered herself and growled at her wife’s command.

“Give her a full strength shock, we don’t need her waking up too soon.” Angela continued. “She isn’t too bright, even by cunt standards, it’s not like we risk losing anything important, hehe!” The doctor giggled.

“Woof!” Fareeha clomped forward, her metal paws clunking with each step as she trotted around behind Lena. The armored dog girl crouched down and raised her ass, the whiplike cord tail attached to her butt raising itself to strike and crackling with electricity.

No no no she couldn’t get caught she had to fight, but-but her body wouldn't move! All Lena could do is smile like an idiot with her pants down and her butt out and wait to be tazed by her comrade.

FZZZZZGHTT!

“GUUUUH-!” Lena’s body spasmed and stung and her eyes crossed and then within a moment she just-

Thump.

“Mmmmmmm…” Lena groaned. What…What was happening…

She opened her eyes-

“Ah,” She winced at the bright light and screwed them shut again. Bloody hell her head hurt, her whole body hurt actually. It felt like she’d been- “Ah!”

She gasped and pried her eyes open again, ignoring the pain. The mission, the blacksite, the abandoned labs- Fareeha and Angela, no!

She tried to move her body only to immediately find each of her limbs had been strapped down to whatever furniture they put her in. She grunted as she tried to wiggle free but she didn’t have the slightest bit of room, she was totally strapped down on some sort of operating table and- Damnit, and she was totally naked! She could feel the cold metal against her back and the cool sterile air all around her. Other than the straps holding her down, all she could feel on her body was the familiar weight of her chronal accelerator on her chest.

She shook her head to clear her foggy vision, a spot on the back of her head throbbed worse, it even stung a little like a cut or something.

Forget it, focus Lena, she had to figure out what was going on! She was stripped, trapped, strapped down, and she couldn’t do a thing. She had realized instinctively without even recognizing it, she couldn’t feel her powers' usual hum.

She craned her neck to look down the white and glowing blue device she always wore on her chest, and instead found something else. Now the only thing she wore was a new device strapped to her chest, similar to her chronal accelerator but with black plating and a dark red glow in the center. Wires snaked out of it to various machines. It looked like it might provide similar functions to the device she always wore, and it was keeping her from slipping uncontrollably into the timestream, obviously. But if this one could let her use her abilities, right now it was clearly disabled. There was no recalling out of this one, all she could do was try to take in her surroundings.

The room was shades of white and gray, it looked a little like any of the paramilitary labs she’d found herself in over the years of being a special agent. A lot like the rooms she had just been looking through in that abandoned military base. There was a bench full of tools next to the table she was strapped to, a desk with a computer and a couple of chairs, no windows, and just one entrance or exit - a heavy-looking door that was sealed shut. All usual stuff for a high-security facility like the one she must be in.

Except for the large ominous looking chair in the center of the room. With restraints on the arms and legs and a big helmet with tubes running out of the ears and a strange bug eye-like visor suspended, that didn’t look like anything she’d seen before.

As the ringing in her ears subsided, she could make out sounds too. Whatever this place was, it wasn’t abandoned. She could hear people in the halls, the distant sound of machines and chatter, and…a faint mechanical whirring nearby. She glanced around and it only took her a second to spot it, a little round camera in the ceiling, adjusting as it pointed at her.

Only a moment later, she heard footsteps approaching and then with a whoosh, the heavy door slid open for a pair of figures.

The figures walked into the room obscured by the lights from the hallway behind them, just a bulkier male-looking silhouette and a more slender female one, until the woman got closer.

“Did someone have a good nappy?” Angela spoke sweetly. “You were out for quite a while darling. My stupid puppy did quite a number on you apparently.” Angela strode into the light in front of her and Lena could see Angela had changed out of that bizarre version of her combat armor into a lab coat. Or, almost a lab coat. It had the same shape as the long white coats Lena was used to seeing her in, except that it was entirely transparent, and Angela’s pale naked body was completely visible underneath. Her perky tits bounced as she went about checking the equipment. She bent at the waist to lean over the desk, showing off her pussy even more than it was already being shown off by the completely clear outfit she was wearing. Lena could see something dripping out of it.

“Angela, w-what’s going on?” Lena stuttered.

“Awwww, talking already?” Angela cooed and cupped Lena’s face gently in her hand. Lena tried to pull her face away, but her body was still so weak. “I’ll just have to adjust the Cunthounds' tails to deliver a stronger shock then! Hehe, sometimes I think all us bad disobedient girls should be zapped silly and left like weak stupid sex dolls for our wonderful superior men.” One of the smartest women Lena knew giggled like a bimbo and shook her head. “But then duh, that would mean men would have to do so much more work! Hehe, I'm so stupid, obviously cunts like me and the brainless bitch are better used as obedient slaves, making their lives easier. And now,” Angela smiled brightly. “And now that’s what you’re going to be too!”

“Angela, n- no!” Lena gasped.

“Shhh, no whining silly,” Angela admonished her. “Or I’ll call my master’s guard doggy back in here and make you go night night again!”

Lena shuddered at the way Angela referred to her own wife as a stupid dog, her master's pet. She…she couldn’t let that happen to her too! Lena thought about her own girlfriend waiting for her back home. She had to get back, back to Overwatch to warn them, back to Emily, to keep her safe from-from whatever this was! She had to-

Smack smack!

The former doctor slapped her face gently, interrupting her thoughts.

“Did your brain start to wander, sweetie? Already thinking about how you are going to be of service to your superiors?” Angela cooed. “That's so cute darling! Don't worry, they will do all that hard thinking for you. They are so so so much smarter than us after all! Now be a good girl and just sit back and relax,” Angela shushed her. “While I take off these nasty restraints for you.”

While she…?

“W- What?” Lena stared with wide eyes, as Angela leaned over, still baring her pussy, and unlatched the bands holding her ankles down to the table.

Her legs freed, Lena stretched them experimentally, groaning slightly as the movement shot little spasms of pain though her muscles. Damnit, how long had she been out, and why…why was Angela just letting her go?

Angela cheerfully moved up to undo her right arm, then leaned over Lena to do the left, her big round boobs hanging over Lena’s face. Casting her eyes down, Lena found herself staring at the man standing several feet away, the lights obscuring him enough to make him little more than a shadow in casual army wear and a hint of a smirk.

Angela reached back across and stood at the side of the table.

“There you are dear, isn’t that better?”

“Um… thanks…” Lena answered cautiously, rubbing her wrists. Eyeing her brainwashed friend and the menacing man behind her warily, Lena rolled off the table and dropped to her bare feet, tensed.

‘There we go sir, all set!” Angela said to the man eagerly.

“Perfect.” The man spoke finally. “Go get the chair ready, time to turn her into a good little slave drone.”

“Yes sir!” Angela chirped obediently and strode over the ominous chair in the center of the room.

Lena stood, ready to bolt as Angela leaned over a control panel attached to the chair and began tapping away. The man stood with a hand on his hip, not even between Lena and the exit.

“See, I thought it’d be funnier to watch you go sit your fat ass down in that chair on your own.” The guy explained as though it made any sense. “So now you’re gonna be a good girl and go get your little big brain fried.” He smiled and pulled a little touchpad out of his pocket, looking down to tap something into it.

Lena glanced between him and the door. She wasn’t sure if this guy was crazy, but- actually no, he was obviously crazy, this whole bloody place was crazy! Lena was sure she was in some locked down facility with armed guards and at least one brainwashed woman with powered dog armor, but she obviously wasn’t just gonna sit down and let them brainwash her like they’d brainwashed her poor friends.

The guy wasn’t even looking at her, he was texting or something, this was her shot! Lena bolted towards the door. Guards, Fareeha, whatever it was she had a chance, she was a bloody Overwatch agent, she’d made it out of tougher spots than this! Her heart raced as she made a beeline for the exit and suddenly her brain itched.

Wait what-

Go sit in the brainwashing chair like a good dyke.

Lena stopped running, nearly falling over as she suddenly came to a complete stop with a blank look on her face.

"Go sit in the brainwashing chair like a good dyke.” she said obediently. She needed to go sit in the brainwashing chair like a good dyke.

Lena trotted over to the brainwashing chair. Her little boobs and big butt bounced.

She passed the man who was smirking meanly. As she went by, he looked down again and tapped something else into his little pad.

Lena reached the chair, turned around and plopped her big ass down in the brainwashing chair like a good dyke.

The man finished typing, looked back up at her with a smile, and tapped the pad in his hand with his thumb.

Her brain itched again, like something was tickling it.

Sit there like a retard while Angela straps you down.

“Sit here like a retard while Angela straps me down.” Lena said.

She sat there like a retard while Angela strapped her down.

“Hehe, what a good girl.” Angela giggled as she strapped Lena’s arms and legs into the chair. “There we go!”

Lena blinked suddenly. What- What!?

“What the hell was that?!” She gasped, what had they done to her!?

“Looks like your little brain chip works, cunt.” The man stated smugly.

“It appears so, sir!” Angela agreed. “Once we can begin the CuntQueen project, the Cunt Override Implant should provide unprecedented battlefield coordination!”

“Im-Implant-?” Lena stuttered. “Angela, wh-what did you do to me!?” “Hehe, I just put a nice little remote control in your brain sweetie.” Angela answered like she was talking to her child. “Now our master can bypass your silly little woman brain and make you do whatever he wants with just the push of a button, isn’t that lovely?”

Lena stared, her eyes wide with horror. Her headache, that stinging, Angela- Angela had made it so this creep had complete control over her…

“Pretty useful, isn’t she?” The man Angela just called their master stepped forward and grabbed the nearly naked scientist’s ass, her shiny clear lab coat crinkling in his hand.

“Oooo!” Angela’s eyes practically crossed.

“It was annoying pretending to treat her like this brilliant scientist for all those months, while her bitch wife glared at me or any of my men if we so much as glanced at either of them wrong.” He rolled his eyes, then smiled. “But it’s not like it was hard to trick her into building our first brainwashing machine for us. You stupid bimbos don’t even know how dumb you all are.” He laughed. “You should have seen the look on her face when we used her machine to turn her precious wife into a stupid cum slurping dog, hahaha.”

“Oh, yes sir! She is so much better behaved as a stupid puppy! I am sure she loved licking the cum off your cock almost as much as I love helping you turn the rest of my gender into braindead sexed-up whores!” Angela chirped cheerfully as she went back to the task at hand of working on the large machine. “Honestly seeing that silly bitch wiggle her ass as she laps at the cummies in her doggy bowl in the morning is enough for me to realize all of us cunts are meant to be enslaved!”

“See?” The man smirked. “And we didn’t even have the best equipment when we brainwashed this slut.” He slapped the girl in the transparent lab coat on the ass again, making her squeal before she smiled at him lovingly. “She must have deep down known what was best for her, her wife, and all of you other cunts.”

“Yes sir!” She responded almost immediately and then got back to work.

Lena snarled, this creep couldn’t talk about her friends this way, he couldn’t do this to them!

“Y-You won’t get away with this, y’know!” She forced a little smirk, yanking at her chair where her arms and legs were held down, damnit and she probably just looked like a silly stupid girl thrashing around naked like this, but she had to do something, she couldn't just sit here! “Overwatch handles bastards much tougher than some dumb sexist pig like you every other week, luv,” She cracked a nervous little giggle, come on Lena, cool and confident, like always! “When I get outta here,” She pulled on her bonds with a wince. “Heh, I’m gonna make you wish you’d never even thought about messing with us!”

“Hm hm,” The man nearly snorted, smiling back at her smugly. “The only thing you’re gonna do is whatever men tell you. Starting now.” He snapped his finger, and Angela stepped back away from the computer with a big smile and something in her hand.

“All ready, sir!” She leaned over Lena’s chair, her boobs hanging down practically in Lena’s face, and put something boxy in Lena’s hand. “Here you go, sweetie!!”

She leaned back and Lena looked down at the remote Angela had just handed her. It just had one big button in the center. She looked up at Angela confused. The girl was now standing in front of her moaning as she was fingered by the man. She wasn't even paying attention to her any more. She just whimpered softly as her eyes rolled up.

“That right there is the ‘on’ switch for the machine you’re sitting under. One tap and it’ll get to work turning you into a loyal slave just like my well behaved CuntTech, here.” He explained.

“W-Well, I’d be awfully silly to press this then, wouldn’t I,” Lena quipped nervously. Maybe- Maybe there was some way she could use this to get out, if she just stalled long enough-

With a little frown, the uniformed man looked down at the little tablet he’d been holding and tapped something away.

Shit, no the control implant, he couldn't-!

“W-Wait!” Leta stammered.

He smiled and held it up, his thumb over the screen.

“I hope you enjoyed thinking for yourself, stupid dyke. You won’t be doing it ever again.”

“Wait!” Lena yelped, “You can’t-”

Smile and flush your brain down the toilet.

Lena smiled.

“Smile and flush my brain down the toilet.” She said happily.

She pressed the button in her hand to flush her brain down the toilet. Just like a good girl should.

Whrrrrrrrrrrr.

The helmet above her came down on her head with a thump, and her vision went dark as the visor came down over her eyes and the device clamped itself snuggly around her.

She sat there and smiled.

The helmet on her head started to whine louder.

Sllllffk.

Something cold and slippery slid themselves into each of her ears, and a moment later, they started pumping. The tubes expanded as they filled with something wet and slick and then they squeezed and liquid splurted down her ears and into her brain, and then suddenly she was blinded as the visor over her eyes came to life.

A million images and colors reflected themselves across the screen in fractals like she was looking through an insect's eyes.

The machine pumped and the visor flashed and shapes and colors became words, forcing themselves through her eyes and into her mind.

She sat there and smiled. She was flushing her brain down the toilet.

Obey.

The words flashed and vanished and doubled and tripled and implanted themselves deep into her brain while goop filled her head and dissolved her personality like wet toilet paper.

“Guuuuuuh… Wuuuuuh…” she groaned stupidly as her brain tickled and tingled and went totally numb.

She drooled on her small tits and stared at the pretty words and shapes in her visor and didn’t think anything at all.

Obey.

“Duuuuhhh…”

Obey.

What was she doing?

The machine pumped and the visor flashed and she sat there stupidly as she was brainwashed.

Ooooooh right. She was being brainwashed.

Her smile widened.

She was being turned into a good obedient tool.

She was being turned into a good obedient tool for men.

Yessssss that was what she was doing. She was being brainwashed to do the only thing in the world that mattered.

Obey men!

She obeyed men!

It all clicked and she came harder than she had ever come in her ridiculous meaningless dyke life. Every happy moment she had felt in her life flashed through her mind as they all became hilarious examples of a stupid brainless fat butted woman thinking she deserved to be anything other than an obedient cock worshiping semen dumpster for men.

Everything she’d ever cared about was meaningless because a man hadn’t told her to care about it. What men said mattered mattered and what women thought mattered was stupid annoying garbage.

The visor suddenly became clear and she was presented with the wonderful sight of her former friend mindlessly sucking on the uniformed man’s wonderful amazing perfect woman dominating cock. He owned her. He owned them both. All men owned all women and women just didn’t realize it because women were all complete retards.

“Duuuuhhh…” she moaned as her cunt leaked.

Lena blinked as awareness finally returned to her.

Hsssss.

The helmet hissed, loosened, and then pulled itself off Lena’s head as the chairs restraints holding her down clicked and snapped open.

In front of her, the broad man in a blue army uniform grinned smugly as Angela noisily slurped on his cock.

This man had kidnapped Fareeha, Angela, and who knows how many other women, stripped of their rights, their personalities, turned Lena’s friends into a stupid slobbering dog and an obedient cock sucking slave. He had called them all dykes, slapped them around, had Lena stripped naked and forced to humiliate herself and had her entire personality flushed out of her head and straight into the garbage, and now Lena was finally completely free to do whatever she wanted to him!

Without a moment of hesitation, she leapt from her chair, threw herself forward, and snapped her naked body into a perfect salute with a big wide brainless smile on her stupid dyke face.

“Stupid dyke brain flushed down the toilet as ordered sir, hehe!!” Her perky tits bounced as she giggled happily, she was so eager to show her master how well his machine had worked! “Brainwashed and ready to obey, sir!!”

“Of course you are.” The man chuckled, while Angela paid her no attention, completely focused on worshiping the cock in front of her like she should be. “Not like you get a choice, slut.” He said.

“Hehe of course not, sir!” Her owner looked her up and down and her cunt throbbed and dripped eagerly.

She couldn’t believe she used to hide her body from men, like she had any right to do that! Being nice for men to look at was like, one of the only things a girl like her was good for! Only a woman could be dumb enough to think that it mattered if she was a lesbian, who cared who she was attracted to!

Her master put his hand on Angela’s forehead and carelessly shoved her away, his cock springing out of her vacuum suction with a loud wet pop! “Calibrate the machine, cunt.” He ordered without bothering to look at her. “I have a new toy to play with now.”

"Oooooh, yessshh ssir!” She slurred a little as she awkwardly got to her feet. The white heels that made up the only other part of her outfit clicked as she strutted over to the chair behind Lena.

Brows furrowed, their master slowly paced around Lena to look her up and down and all around. She stood there smiling and saluting motionlessly like a good cum toilet. She was dumb, but not dumb enough to move or do anything without her master’s permission.

SMACK!

“Ah!” Lena yelped happily as her master smacked her big fat ass suddenly.

“You're going to be pretty useful.” Her master mused aloud. “With all your training, all that experience, those fancy flashing powers of yours.” He came around back into Lena’s field of view as he paced, his cock still hanging out.

Her mouth hung open a little. Maybe he’d wanna use it like he had Angela’s!

“You’re going to be a very helpful tool for us as we turn the rest of your annoying little girlfriends into toys and tools and pissdumps.”. He strolled to a stop right in front of her.

Oh wow, master was so nice!

“I hope so sir!” Lena gushed. “I’m so sorry me and my stupid whore friends have caused so many problems for you, I’ll work as hard as I can to help you make them all into good braindead cockslaves too!”

“I know you will, stupid.” Her master laughed dismissively. “I think you might even turn out to be one of our very best assets. But right now, you’re just gonna be my new favorite ass.” He chuckled.

“Oh, of course sir!” Lena smiled wider and turned around to wiggle her big butt for him. “Please feel free to fuck my brainless bum whenever you feel like it sir, it’s your property!”

The man grabbed a fist full of her short pixie-cut hair and yanked her towards the computer desk and Lena scampered to be as easy to drag around as she could. He reached the desk and threw her over it roughly, grabbing her ass and shoving her forward. She hoped she was fun to hurt if that's what he wanted!

Slap.

He plopped his massive cock down on her butt cheek and slid it towards her butthole.

“Mmmpff,” Lena sputtered into the table her face was pressed against and shivered just at the feeling of a cock touching her. She served cock, she obeyed cock, she was so lucky to be used by a cock!

“Mpffff thank you Master!” She babbled like an idiot. “My ass belongs to your cock, I’m so happy to- Buuuhhh!” She moaned and drooled like a moron as her master suddenly shoved his gigantic dick into her butt and started pumping himself in and out of her like the mindless fleshlight she was. “Guh, guh, guh- Thank you Master!”

Her pussy pulsed and her brain pulsed with it because they were basically the same thing. Her eyes crossed stupidly as her fat bouncy butt was finally used by someone who actually mattered- A man!

“Thank you thank you thank you-” Lena blubbered brainlessly as her master pounded himself in and out of her over and over and over and-

Pop.

The cock that owned her popped out of her butthole suddenly.

“Whuh,” Lena gasped as suddenly the reason she existed was no longer jerking itself off in her big squishy butt. “M- Master did I do something wrong, is my dumb dyke ass not good enough for your cock, do you wanna fuck my stupid face or my pussy instead?” She rambled frantically and wiggled her hips against his cock, she had to be useful for her master, she had to be useful for cock!

“I don’t know.” Her master said with a hint of amusement. “I’m not sure you’re proving to be as good a slave as I’d hoped.

W-What? No no!

“No please,” Lena whined, “Please how can I be a better slave, please I live to serve you master please use me!”

“Hmmm, you really wanna be useful?” He grinned.

Yes yes yes she had to be useful for cock otherwise she was easily replaceable!

“Yes yes yes please master please I’ll do anything please I’ll do anything please fuck my ass please tell me what to do!”

‘Well…” He said thoughtfully. “You know when I had Angela brainwashed she forced her wife’s face into my balls to show me what an obedient slave she was. Hmmm, say Lena, where does your girlfriend live?”

Emily!? Emily and Lena had been dating for years, Emily was the love of Lena’s life! If master wanted to know where she lived, god who knew what he could want, he could enslave her, make her into a dog, turn her into a urinal, he could wipe her personality clean and turn her into a brainless cock sucking machine just for fun, Lena couldn’t even imagine all the awful things he could to do her!

“She lives at 109 Crown Street Apartment, 3 King’s Row master!” Lena told him frantically without a moment's hesitation. “Please, is that good master? Do you want more, do you want- Guuuh-!”

Master laughed and shoved his cock back up her ass and Lena moaned like a retard while her brain went numb as she was finally useful again.

Yes yes yes she was a good dyke ass for her master to fuck!

Smack smack smack!

Her master pumped himself in and out of her big jiggling dyke butt over and over and she moaned and humped herself back against him with each thrust.

“Guh thank you thank you thank master!” She babbled again and again and again. “Thank you thank you thank you-!”

“Haha, you’re a pretty good fuckdoll.” Her master grunted. “Those Overwatch idiots should have just made you into a freeuse fuckpuppet themselves. I can’t believe anyone ever even thought of you as a person at all.”

Smack smack smack!

“Guuuuh yes master!” Lena babbled obediently as he continued to pound her. “I’m not a person, thank you so much for turning me into a fucksleeve- Guuuh-! I’m just a stupid fucksleeve I’m just a stupid fucksleeve I’m just a stupid fucksleeve for cock-!

“Heh, a cocksleeve that won’t shut up.” He grunted. “Angela,” He snapped his fingers. “Make a note, have one of your lab cunts design design a gag so we can shut you stupid walking holes up when we feel like it.”

“Cock cock cock-!” Lena blubbered brainlessly.

“Right away, sir!” The doctor chirped happily from the other side of the room. “You always have the bestest ideas!”

“Oh- Oh- Obey- Obey cock obey cock obey-!” Lena’s master pumped her ass and her pussy pulsed and with every thrust more of her brain leaked out of her cunt into the puddle on the floor and she could barely think anymore. “Obey cock obey cock obey cock-!”

She obeyed cock!

“Obey cock obey cock obey cock-!”

She would do whatever her master said, she would betray Emily and she would betray Overwatch and she would help Angela and Fareeha turn all of them into stupid obedient cockholes just like them, and she would obey cock and they would obey cock and no girl would ever be allowed to think for themselves ever again because only one thing mattered and that was-!

“Obey cock!”

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Squidface (Guest) on Chapter 1 Thu 16 Mar 2023 08:01PM UTC

Great work! Can't wait for more!

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Eve (Guest) on Chapter 1 Sat 18 Mar 2023 11:51PM UTC

Wow that's wild😭😭

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grimezs on Chapter 1 Sun 19 Mar 2023 04:43AM UTC

wow this is good (i’m blind btw)

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10/10 (Guest) on Chapter 1 Sun 23 Jul 2023 06:43PM UTC

You’ve posted on hypnohub, yeah? Well I gotta say, nobody does this kinda content quite like you!
Maybe it isn’t for everyone, but it ticks every box IMO. And the pet play was a massive bonus. I sincerely hope to see/read more.

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More? (Guest) on Chapter 1 Wed 29 May 2024 11:56PM UTC

Fucking hell that was hot. Is there more? I really hope this story isn't abandoned. I just found this thing and it's so hot. The art adds a lot to it! Please please please post more soon.

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1. UnlikelyArt on Chapter 1 Thu 30 May 2024 12:46AM UTC
  
  I'm focusing on some other stories right now, but this certainly isn't abandoned! There'll probably be more chapters in a few months
  
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CoyotesMoon on Chapter 1 Wed 24 Jul 2024 03:56AM UTC

All the general and other scientists did was help Fareeha become who she should have been all along. Her wife even (inadvertently) helped with making that possible. This is a happy thing. Fareeha is a good girl now.
How the machine administers its effects on people and being able to see Fareeha’s inner thoughts are interesting and great. It’s always great seeing how someone’s perception changes, with Angela going from her wife to just an annoying and silly woman.

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Dangannerd6 on Chapter 2 Fri 17 Mar 2023 11:30PM UTC

Oh this. This is beautiful.

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Guest (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sat 18 Mar 2023 06:57PM UTC

Loved how pharah behaves like an animal now. Definitely gonna be watching this story from now on. Keep it up!

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Eve (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sun 19 Mar 2023 12:03AM UTC

I'm curious on how this story will end because I really get sad what happen to fareeha and angela, I hope they can fight and get back themselves 😭😭 but great work!

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Jodel23 on Chapter 2 Fri 24 Mar 2023 10:10AM UTC

A question, is there also gonna be a scat play as well in the future?

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Griz the Orc (Griz_T_Orc) on Chapter 2 Fri 31 Mar 2023 06:53PM UTC

Great job on your first work! Tons of heat, and looking forward to the next chapter.

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Petplay (Guest) on Chapter 2 Tue 04 Apr 2023 07:56PM UTC

Damn that was so hot. I hope you have more coming out soon. Really just want to see what you do with the 2 robots lol

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Hypnofun -from booru (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sun 09 Apr 2023 06:34PM UTC

Holy shit. I love stories like this. Please please please keep making more. The way those girls degrade themselves is amazing. Hopefully we can get some of your amazing art for this series too.

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Hypnohub user (Guest) on Chapter 2 Tue 10 Oct 2023 05:59PM UTC

Wow That was hot af. I hope this project isn't dead. I really wanna see some more girls.

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CoyotesMoon on Chapter 2 Wed 24 Jul 2024 03:56AM UTC

The changing of how Angela (and others) identifies people before and after the brainwashing is nice. And the self-degrading talk she does to herself is hot; playing up and totally leaning into self-deprecation and mocking her sexuality, even having the woman become ruthless to her former wife.

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Guest (Guest) on Chapter 3 Fri 01 Dec 2023 07:51AM UTC

Are you still making stories for this? These are hot af! Love the art in these chapters! Please keep it up.

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CoyotesMoon on Chapter 3 Wed 24 Jul 2024 03:57AM UTC

Angela’s new outfit is sexy. Fareeha peeing on her and Angela’s wedding photos is brutal.

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Nazumi_66 (Guest) on Chapter 4 Wed 13 Mar 2024 02:18PM UTC

Just find this story, and i really like it, hope more overwatch girl like d.va and mei would be included in the next chapter.
Nice art btw

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More please! 🥺 (Guest) on Chapter 4 Thu 14 Mar 2024 09:48PM UTC

This is actually amazing? I just wish there was more! Do you have patron or something where more chapters are, or is this everything. Please tell me you are planning on doing all the girls (and maybe some of the boys?)?!?!?!?? Please make stuff faster! Don't wanna be rude and rush you, but it's too hot to not want more! 🥵

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:) (Guest) on Chapter 4 Tue 26 Mar 2024 11:29PM UTC

You’re the guy or girl no sexism that’s posting on r/hypno hentai I love the fic and the drawings

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