“Quite the turn-around, Doctor,” The General doffed his cap and swept it under one arm.&

“Quite the turn-around, Doctor,” The General doffed his cap and swept it under one arm. “Well, physically, General, the results are plain to see; in fact, if I hadn’t already demonstrated a complete genealogical comparison for you, I’m sure you’d have no idea this specimen was once Vice-Admiral Helene Beaugard,” The Doctor rubbed a palm over his sweaty brow. “No, no indeed,” The General leered through the glass lecherously and rubbed a long, trailing scar that lined his chin. “Doctor Melchion’s inspired melding of plastic surgery and genetic tampering has rendered our latest batch of experimental subjects particularly useful; you’ll note that Beaugard - or Suckdolly, as we’ve begun to call her - has no trace of the muscular physique she once toted, yet all of her strength. That was devised by Melchion through careful experimentation; her physical abilities can be turned on and off with a word. A very unique implementation of Pavlovian conditioning.” The Doctor cleared his throat and swept his brow again, “Unfortunately, our experimentation with Beaugard and her crew were a complete failure otherwise.”The General grunted, and loosened his belt buckle a notch, “Get on with it, Doctor.”“Simply put, the chemical exposure that weakened Beaugard for capture also left her incredibly vulnerable to our more permanent methods of experimenting with the human brain. During capture she was pliant, reasonable and able to lucidly answer all manner of tactical questions; we could have won the war by the end of the year….”The Doctor felt his pants tighten as the tottering, wavering dolly with the inflated tits dropped the dead-lift weights and began to squat, rhythmically, in front of the glass screen. “…unfortunately, once she was exposed to a compliance and conditioning program, her brain simply, well, snapped. Almost all her higher functions atrophied leaving her in a state of almost completely helpless lust. She’s only able to function without ripping her clothes off and fucking the equipment because we’ve spent hours programming her to follow basic, repetitive commands. I must apologize for our experiment’s results, General.”The scarred man simply smiled, “The gas and the programming, can you replicate it?”The Doctor’s eyes widened as the General’s belt began to unfurl, the scarred commander licking his lips as he inched towards the door to the experiment’s quarters. “Y-yes, I believe so…”“Well, we just might win this war after all, Doctor!” -- source link

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