[A Sexy Halloween Special] Longshaft's Report #1
0
El Chacal
FAKKU Writer
Longshaft's
Report
Report
[size=12]I am writing this in compliance with a highly menacing man that is currently holding a loaded gun at my forehead. It is exclusively due to this predicament that I am composing a document of this nature and consequentially breaching the strict protocols of secrecy that my professional occupation entails. Under different circumstances, I would never hazard exposing the actions of both myself and the entity that employs my services on written paper. Alas, the powers of persuasion of a 9mm Beretta far outclass those of my paychecks.
My name is James William Longshaft.
I’ve spearheaded major breakthroughs in the field of genetic engineering and co-developed a plethora of cutting edge techniques for advanced genome manipulation. In addition, I’ve performed outrageously unethical human experiments that, by all rights, should have earned me several lifetime sentences in a penitential institution.
This is a detailed account of my sins.
At the start of my career, I aspired to become a leading researcher at Zaru Corp., a high-end cosmetics enterprise that covertly conducted the illegal trade of genetically enhanced women for the purpose of commercial sexual exploitation. They bred, raised and shipped stunningly beautiful young girls with obscenely augmented physical features to the beds of the wealthy and unscrupulous. They literally made organic sex dolls for rich perverts.
It was brilliant.
After acquiring irrefutable evidence of their illicit operations, I coerced Zaru’s highest levels of authority into recruiting me for the development team that would undertake their boldest initiative: the Nailkaizer Project.
Due to the overwhelming increase of demand on the aforementioned genetically engineered “maidens” (G.E.Ms as they liked to call them); Zaru could no longer afford to solely breed them in laboratories and were obliged to resort to more sinister methods in order to meet the needs of their clients.
That’s when the abductions began.
From the uncharted recesses of Eastern Europe, Northern Asia and Latin America, Zaru’s ex-military operatives kidnapped hundreds of pubescent girls and smuggled them to a clandestine Research Center in Shima Pansu, where my colleagues and I would proceed to transform them, both physically and mentally, into the perfect sex slaves.
We did terrible things to those girls. Things that would deprive most ordinary men of countless nights of sleep.
For the sake of posterity, it should be duly noted that tampering with the genetic tissue of an individual in a transitional period of development is far more challenging than simply conceiving a genetically superior one. That’s what attracted me to the Nailkaizer Project in the first place; genome manipulation of this degree had never been done properly before.
The board of directors at Zaru appointed Dr. Claudia Cruz as the leader of our team. She was one of the most pathologically fearless geneticists that I had ever met. Despite our vast numbers of subjects, she would often experiment highly volatile genetic manipulation techniques on herself, with occasional life-threatening consequences. When it came to achieving results, Dr. Cruz displayed a complete disregard for safety measures and moral boundaries, which was one of the main reasons why Zaru’s corporate heads selected her to lead this project.
However, it soon became clear that she was hopelessly obsessed with her body. Especially her breasts. She couldn’t stand the fact that she had small breasts and would refuse to have any kind of surgical intervention in order to enlarge them. She considered such procedures as “artificial” and wouldn’t settle for anything less than “the real thing.” She was actually willing to subject herself to absurd levels of pain just to get a decent pair of tits.
We began operations on January 21st of 2012, but it would take us more than three months before we achieved the desired effects on our subjects.
These effects, much to Dr. Cruz’s bliss, manifested themselves on the perky teats of a Ukrainian girl.
Her name, if I recall correctly, was Oleksandra, but since none of us could pronounce it properly we called her Sasha for short. On the 23rd of April we successfully increased Sasha’s mammary glands by an entire cup size. We accomplished this by amplifying her susceptibility to physical growth through the manipulation of her DNA’s nucleotides and by injecting her chest with a chemical compound bristling with synthetic hormones designed to stimulate her libido. This chemical compound was an unregulated version of what the liberal media would later refer to as “Lilith’s Gift”.
The successful enlargement of Sasha’s bosom was a major victory after a series of horrifying failures, and it made us quite elated at the time. Although, not nearly as elated as Dr. Cruz was.
When we confirmed that there hadn’t been any malicious secondary effects with Sasha’s procedure, Dr. Cruz tested it immediately on herself. She didn’t even bother to adjust the dosage of the compound; as a matter of fact she increased it.
The results were astounding.
As Dr. Cruz watched her small breasts expand to a far more luscious size, she wet herself with joy. I will never forget the lewd way with which she fondled them in her wonder and excitement.
With the increased dosage of Lilith’s Gift, we successfully enlarged Dr. Cruz’s mammary glands by two cup sizes.
But that wasn’t enough for her.
Just a couple of hours after the procedure, Dr. Cruz injected each of her nipples with another dosage of the compound. And much to our distress, she didn’t stop there.
As her breasts swelled to indecent proportions, she applied Lilith’s Gift to her buttocks and clitoris as well. Although they didn’t reach the absurd measures of her bosom, they still became unduly enlarged. Within a handful of minutes, Dr. Cruz mutated from a mildly attractive, bookish woman into an unnaturally curvaceous embodiment of unrestrained lust; the very first G.E.M of her kind.
Alas, this metamorphosis didn’t come without a price. Once the transformation was complete, Dr. Cruz became stark raving mad with sexual arousal due to the overwhelming increase of her sex drive, masturbating uncontrollably and shouting the filthiest proposals that I had ever heard.
By every objective measure, the first stage of the Nailkaizer Project was a success. We didn’t even bother suppressing Dr. Cruz’s sexual desires, firmly believing they would eventually subside.
They didn’t.
Initially, she would just pleasure herself with her fingers. Next, she started inserting her whole hand into her sex. Then both hands. Without a hint of hesitation, she began plunging all manner of conical objects into her vulva, and when that grew stale, she started doing the same with her anus.
Days passed without any improvement on Dr. Cruz’s condition. She couldn’t even sleep if she hadn’t something inside of her.
Drastic measures were in order.
We began by removing all the objects that she could possibly insert on herself from her reach. In response, Dr. Cruz took to furiously grinding her genitals on the floor, soaking it with her vaginal fluids. It was disturbingly enticing.
Next, we endeavored to cure her through intense sessions of electric shock therapy. Unfortunately, every discharge of electricity only seemed to make her even more aroused than she already was.
Finally, when all other viable options were exhausted, we attempted to reverse the effects of Lilith’s Gift by injecting Dr. Cruz with heavy amounts of counter-regulatory hormones. Her body rejected them fiercely.
Since she continued to display a shamelessly promiscuous behavior, we agreed to quarantine Dr. Cruz for an indefinite period of time in one of the Research Center’s most secluded cells. Lilith’s Gift had rendered her utterly unable to lead our team, so the whip crackers at Zaru sent one of their brightest minds to assume her functions: Sir Edwin Blackwaltz.
Sir Edwin had never been awarded with a doctorate or a PhD in genetic engineering, but he knew more about the subject than most of its world class experts. He also had the audacity of a madman.
Whereas Dr. Cruz was unwaveringly dauntless when it came to exposing herself to untested procedures, Sir Edwin was unapologetically brazen in his experiments with our subjects.
Whilst testing their physical limits to the effects of Lilith’s Gift, Sir Edwin deliberately killed three sixteen year old girls and irreversibly deformed at least ten others.
He was brutal.
Upon regulating the dosage of Lilith’s Gift, we launched the mass production of both the drug and the new generation of G.E.Ms. When the girls were deemed adequately enticing, they were sent to Zaru’s newest training facility in Munich to be instructed on how to please their soon-to-be masters.
With the conclusion of its experimental stages, the Nailkaizer Project quickly turned into a manufacturing process; a glorified assembly line for Zaru’s state-of-the-art sperm containers.
Our work was done. Or so we thought.
After growing bored of supervising the activities of the Research Center at Shima Pansu, Sir Edwin took a keen interest on his predecessor’s ignominious condition and ordered us to retrieve Dr. Cruz from captivity, so that we might engage in a different approach to rid her of her insatiable cravings.
But when we opened Dr. Cruz's cell for the first time in weeks, what we found within was no longer human.
[/h]
C-C-Cliffhanger! Stay tuned for upcoming reports. Or don't. I have no idea when I'll continue this.
