With the sound of approaching footsteps, a woman with short white hair covering one eye walked in.
Her face was painted with seductive, garish makeup dripping with lewdness: purple eyeshadow, heavy pink blush, and bright red lipstick that made her look utterly vulgar.
She wore a silk evening gown with a high degree of exposure, doing little to conceal her obviously modified, large, bell-shaped breasts.
Her gown had a deep V-neck that showed off the space between her breasts. It was a bold look that stood out.
The dress also had a high slit, letting you see her legs. She wore shiny nude pantyhose on her thighs and silver high heels that added a fancy touch.
What Sylvia found even harder to accept was the overpowering stench of female musk emanating from this woman's body.
After a brief moment of shock, Sylvia's face was soon overtaken by deep astonishment.
Her words stumbled, and her eyes grew tense.
"What... What did you do to Miss Fiona?!"
"What did I do? Simple. She arrived here much earlier than you, about six months ago, I'd say."
"She naively thought she could defeat me, the 'evil' in her eyes, but clearly, she underestimated my preparations."
"Now, she's paid the price for her arrogance and recklessness."
"Damn you... you bastard! Do you just love turning women into these vulgar things?!"
"Vulgar? I don't think so. On the contrary, I find women like this very much to my taste."
"Alright, you bitch slut Fiona, why don't you show your old acquaintance what you've become?"
"Hehe, of course. Fiona can't wait to show off."
With a rustling sound, Fiona, without hesitation, began peeling off her flimsy evening gown under Sylvia's gaze.
Her top came off, showing big breasts with large pink nipples that sagged a bit because they were so heavy.
The pale breasts had big nipples that were now dark, almost black, and looked bold and wild.
When the gown was gone, she shook her round, firm buttocks at Sylvia. They were shaped perfectly, like something sculpted.
On one butt cheek, there was a big black rose tattoo that stood out.
Then she turned to face Sylvia directly. Sylvia, shocked, saw between her legs.
She wore a tiny white lace thong that barely covered anything.
The thick patch of white pubic hair couldn't be contained by such scant fabric and spilled out, exposed to the air.
Even with the glossy nude pantyhose, it did nothing to hide the lascivious display of her lower body before her former superior.
"Hehe, we meet again, dear Madam Sylvia."
"How... how did you turn into this?!"
"What do you think? This is the new look Mr. Faulkner gave me. He loves seeing me as this depraved bitch."
"Hehe, all to cater to his tastes."
"Oh my, my slutty cunt is starting to itch again!"
"Last night, Mr. Faulkner's big dick fucked me until I was a dripping mess, making me cum so hard I passed out several times!"
"Fiona! Wake up! Snap out of it!"
"No way! I love this... this soul-melting sensation."
"Every time I masturbate, every time I get fucked, it feels so fresh and exciting!"
The young woman with short white hair flashed a lewd smile at channel former superior, reminiscent of a red-light district prostitute soliciting clients.
She shamelessly flaunted her body, now steeped in depravity and vulgarity.
Her slightly sagging, massive breasts swayed as she squeezed them, sending streams of white, sweet-smelling breast milk spurting out.
The lascivious scene left Sylvia dumbfounded.
She had never witnessed such a provocative and obscene display.
Yet, for some reason, her body betrayed her will, reacting with an uncontrollable surge of arousal.
Thin streams of lewd fluid began trickling from between her dark red labia like a small creek.
Her breasts, which had once nursed her daughter, grew hot, and her dark red nipples hardened.
Realizing her body's reaction, her face flushed with shame.
She tried desperately to suppress these vulgar sensations, but an insatiable hunger spread through her.
It made it impossible to calm down and think of a way to escape this terrifying, depraved place.
"Can't hold back already? Hahaha, little beauty, you look so gorgeous when you're horny."
"Gorgeous my ass... you pervert! Trash! Is this the only way you can humiliate women?!"
"Hmm, for a woman like you, who's already given us plenty of intelligence, I have no reason to show any mercy."
"Let me be honest. I've always been a lecherous guy by nature."
"Because of that, no woman has ever pursued me!"
"But with my skills, I can take what I deserve!"
Sylvia opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Faulkner fiddled with some buttons and devices at the control panel.
Several mechanical arms extended toward her.
Realizing the danger, she tried to escape, but the mechanical arms grabbed her limbs without mercy.
They lifted her and carried her to what looked like an operating table.
She struggled with all her might, but four metal restraints soon clamped around her arms and legs.
They forced her into a lewd pose with her arms raised high and her legs spread wide.
In this position, her full breasts and the mystery between her legs were completely exposed under the harsh light of the surgical lamp.
Seeing this once-proud West nation intelligence official in such a humiliating state, Faulkner's sleazy face broke into a smug, triumphant grin.
He then directed a mechanical arm with a syringe at its end to move toward her armpit.
"Armpit odor gland enhancement drug, two units on standby."
"Understood. Preparing to inject into the target."
"Breast growth enhancement drug, three units on standby."
"Understood. Preparing to inject into the target."
"Damn it... what... what are these things?!"
"You'll find out in a few days. Of course, this is just the beginning, Madam Sylvia!"
"What?! You pervert! You're still going to... ugh... it hurts! Something's being injected!"
"My armpits, my breasts, they're being filled with these unknown drugs."
"Hair growth enhancement drug, three units on standby."
"Understood. Preparing to inject into the target."
"What are these things going to do to me?!"
"You'll see soon enough, Madam Sylvia."
"Oh, right. After these, my latest creations are injected, there's an extra special gift waiting for you."
"What special gift?!"
Half an hour passed.
As the final drug was injected, Sylvia felt her body heating up.
Thinking she might finally be free, she instinctively tried to break free from the restraints.
But the tight grip on her thighs and arms reminded her she was still trapped.
At that moment, a mechanical arm with what looked like a tattoo gun at its end approached, aiming for her lower abdomen.
Seeing the tattoo gun, a wave of dread washed over her.
She had always despised and rejected tattoos, but now, this balding old man was about to mark her body with who-knows-what.
The thought of strange patterns on her skin sent a chill down her spine.
Almost simultaneously, a sharp pain, similar to the earlier injections, spread rapidly from her lower abdomen.
She tried to twist her body to stop the tattoo gun, but it was futile.
She could only watch as it etched an unknown design onto her stomach.
"It's so beautiful. Tsk tsk, your lower body now has a succubus-style decoration straight out of an adult novel."
"You... you didn't..."
"That's right. I specially gave you a succubus tattoo. You could call it a lewd tattoo too."
"And it's a mature purple design."
"You bastard! You put something like that on me?!"
The thought of a tattoo resembling those used by prostitutes to attract clients on her lower abdomen filled Sylvia with revulsion.
She never imagined this Black Cross scientist could be such a scumbag who took pleasure in tormenting women.
As she plotted how she'd punish this man if she ever got the chance, her body was flipped over on the table.
It exposed her pale back and perky buttocks to the surgical light in a humiliating display.
Then, the sound of the mechanical arm moving echoed above her head.
The eerie noise made her feel deeply uneasy.
She didn't know what depraved addition this vile man planned to inflict on her body next.
Suddenly, the sensation of a needle piercing her skin came from her back.
She let out desperate wails and screams, but it didn't stop the tattoo gun's work.
At the control panel, Faulkner watched with relish as the tattoo gun moved across her snow-white back.
Drawing obscene and vulgar patterns on such a beautiful woman filled him with joy and a strong sense of conquest.
Her moans and gasps only heightened his perverse satisfaction.
Another half hour passed.
As the tattoo gun withdrew, a naked succubus with a lustful expression and pink skin now adorned the back of this stunning young woman.
On her round, perky left buttock was a black cross surrounded by a ring of black roses.
This was the symbol of the Black Cross organization.
When tattooed on a woman's ass, it marked her as a slave of the Black Cross.
"Congratulations, Miss Sylvia. You've become a loyal slave of our Black Cross organization."
"The pattern on your back is truly captivating. It perfectly represents what you are now."
"What... what did you put on my body?!"
"Hahaha, hahaha, nothing much. Just the most depraved and slutty succubus from folklore, tattooed on your back."
"Bastard! Shameless! Filthy! Is this all you can do to humiliate women?!"
But all Sylvia got in response was Faulkner's wicked, maniacal laughter.
She tried to press further, but two burly Black Cross guards dragged her away without a word.
Watching Sylvia being taken away, Faulkner smirked with smug satisfaction.
He couldn't wait to see the changes in this defiant woman's body over the next ten days.
Sylvia was now locked in a basement room by the guards.
The faint smell of lewd fluids in the air hinted that this had once been a cell for holding women.
A dim wall lamp was the only source of light.
She screamed and panted, but all that answered her was dead silence.
Looking at the bare, crude cell in her naked state, she felt lost.
Unbeknownst to her, the once-clean surface of her private area had begun sprouting faint black stubble.
Her armpits, crotch, and feet were starting to emit a musky female odor.