"How is the research progressing, Dr. Faulkner?"
"Everything is going according to plan. So far, experiments on animals show that the Nova 1 drug is extremely successful. It can perfectly transform lively little mice and monkeys into highly obedient creatures."
"That's good. As long as there are no accidents, the experiment will be complete in three months. Then the weaponized version of Nova 1 can enter mass production. At that point, no matter how prepared the East and West nations are, with Nova 1, their armies will become puppets under our control."
"Excellent, excellent. This latest chemical weapon can perfectly bypass the internal clauses and categories of the previous chemical weapons ban treaty. I bet the East and West nations never imagined we had this up our sleeve!"
This conversation took place in the reception room of a secret biochemical laboratory in the East nation. Dr. Faulkner was discussing the progress of the experimental project with a representative from the "Black Cross" organization named Arsen, who had come to inquire about the developments.
Even though the man in front of Arsen, Dr. Faulkner, was a rather sleazy-looking, balding, and unattractive individual, Arsen didn't dare show any hint of disrespect. In his eyes, this man was someone he could never rival, a top scientist treasured by the organization.
To ensure the smooth development of Nova 1 and prevent infiltration by spies or intelligence agents from the East and West governments, everything was being conducted in utmost secrecy. Arsen's visit was precisely to check on the research progress and preparations for large-scale production.
"What about those women from the East government we captured earlier? How have you dealt with them?"
"Hmm, well… They've been used for experiments with another drug designed specifically for human females. Experiments inevitably come with some accidents. After all, it's not easy to find live subjects on the black market anymore. I conducted meticulous examinations on those women, and they're perfect test subjects."
"Hahaha. That's good. I'm sure the day Nova 1 is completed will be the day our Black Cross rises!"
The pleasant conversation continued for over half an hour. Once it concluded, Faulkner returned to his laboratory. He was well aware of what the Nova 1 drug meant to the organization. Compared to government forces, an organization like the "Black Cross," akin to a mafia, could only enhance its power through such unorthodox methods. This way, they could gain an edge against the elusive East nation police and special forces.
Before he knew it, it was time to clock out. After handing over his work, Faulkner was escorted by heavily armed guards to a black bulletproof sedan with tinted windows. The car drove straight to a garage attached to a quaint villa on the outskirts of Barint City. The villa's decor exuded a classical artistic charm, reminiscent of old money.
After ensuring no one was lying in ambush nearby, Dr. Faulkner cautiously stepped out of the car and entered the mansion, which carried a distinct air of vintage wealth.
"Well, well, Miss Sylvia Sherwood. We meet again."
"Call me Madam. I… I'm a married woman!"
"My apologies, Madam Sylvia Sherwood. Meeting you in a place like this must feel quite disrespectful to you."
"Why… Why did you bring me here?!"
"This is one of my secret laboratories. Honestly, it's an honor for you to grace my lab with your presence. By my count, you've been here for over a month now. I bet your colleagues and superiors are frantic with worry. But no matter how anxious they get, it's useless. The Black Cross doesn't forgive moles like you."
"What?! Black Cross?!"
A wave of unease surged through the mind of this stunning young woman. She never imagined this sleazy man could be a member of the East nation's infamous Black Cross organization. Once upon a time, the Black Cross had run rampant, even expanding its influence into the West nation. But it had ultimately suffered a severe blow under the West government's relentless crackdown.
She herself had once been involved in gathering intelligence on the Black Cross and decoding their secret messages. Now, the hunter had become the prey. She only remembered that over forty days ago, while leaving the West nation's embassy in the East nation, she was attacked by unidentified men in black. Though she managed to take down two of them, another assailant smothered her with a rag soaked in sedative, and she passed out. When she awoke, she found herself in a small, dark room, unsure of her location.
"So, what are you going to do to me?!"
"Simple. I'll use you as a human test subject, of course. A healthy, mature woman like you is the perfect specimen."
"Damn you… you bastard, let me go!"
"Oh? And if I don't, what can you do about it?!"
Faulkner spoke with a voice dripping with lecherous intent as he pulled out a sharp knife and approached the gorgeous young woman. She was left in nothing but a purple lace bra, matching purple lace panties, and thigh-high black stockings with several tears. To him, no matter how noble her past status might have been, it wouldn't change what he planned to do to her next.
Sylvia felt nothing but disgust at the lustful glint in this man's eyes. She wanted to resist, but her hands, bound behind her back with handcuffs, and her legs, shackled with chains, left her powerless to fight back. With a rustling sound, the bra covering Sylvia's upper body was mercilessly sliced apart at the fabric between the cups by the knife. A pair of round, perky breasts adorned with dark red nipples were exposed to the air.
Next came the sound of tearing fabric as Faulkner ripped her stockings to shreds and cut the straps of her panties with the knife, leaving them in tatters. Feeling the chill against her upper body and lower regions, Sylvia shivered involuntarily. She regretted not heeding her colleagues' advice to travel with company instead of going out alone.
"Tsk tsk, what a fine female body. It's clear you take good care of yourself. You've borne a child, yet you look like an unmarried woman!"
"Hmph, you sleazy creep. Is this the only way you can evaluate a woman's body, with such vulgar words?"
"Regardless, you're my captive now. I can dominate and control every part of you as I please!"
"Ugh… aren't you afraid of the consequences of kidnapping me?"
"Consequences? What a joke. The Black Cross has never feared any consequences."
Sylvia let out rapid, shallow breaths as she glared furiously at this sleazy man, watching him tear the ruined stockings from her body bit by bit. In no time, she was reduced to a completely naked beauty. The thought of her bare body being exposed to a strange man for the first time filled her with unprecedented shame and rage that coursed through her entire being.
Out of instinct, she began hurling insults and mockery at this repulsive man, but all she received in return were his dismissive sneers and grunts. After a while, Faulkner walked over to a nearby workbench, tinkered with something, and then returned to Sylvia's side. The sensation of being grabbed by a strange man made her feel utterly humiliated, furious, and violated in a way she'd never experienced before. But it was all in vain. Her mouth was soon stuffed with a red gag ball, secured with a strap behind her head, rendering her unable to make a sound.
"Quite the tough one, aren't you? As expected of a senior official from the West nation's intelligence agency. Do you really think a mere glare can change anything? Keep dreaming."
"Next, I'll be conducting some brainwashing modifications on you. After all, we've already extracted all the intelligence we needed from you earlier. As for the method, it's a bit cruel, but I'm sure it's within your expectations. The Black Cross never shows mercy to spies."
Faulkner's face twisted into an even more repulsive leer as he grinned lasciviously. Sylvia, now seated on a machine, had the shackles on her legs removed, only for them to be replaced by restraints designed to hold a woman's legs in place, preventing any movement. At the same time, her pale, slender arms were forcibly raised, revealing armpits covered in reddish-brown hair that emitted a strong, pungent sweat odor.
Seeing this, Faulkner shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't fathom that this woman's armpits could harbor so much hair. But soon, he grabbed a sharp razor and a can of shaving foam, spraying the foam under her armpits. Under her fearful gaze, he began shaving away the hair with the razor. The intense shame turned Sylvia's face bright red. She wanted to dodge this sleazy man's degrading actions on her body, but the cold sensation of the blade against her skin forced her to submit and let him clean up the unruly hair under her arms.
A few minutes later, as the last strands of reddish-brown armpit hair were shaved away, a cool sensation spread through her body, making her shiver again.
"Look at that, all nice and clean now. Next up is the physical and mental experimentation on you, little bitch."
"Bastard, who are you calling a bitch?!"
"Hahaha, still putting on airs even as a captive?"
"Why don't I show you what's become of someone you know?"
"What?!"