Exploitation Theater
You grit your teeth and hang on a little longer, jumping off at this point isn't going to be any better of an idea given that you're neck deep into these cultist assholes' territory. Instead you try to focus on shooting the cultists throwing grenades and shit at you.
"Godammit Dom, keep this fucking van straight!" you yell firing off a few more rounds at cultists, blasting one before he can throw another grenade at you.
Eventually Dominic manages to get you out of the cultist territory. He drives a little further and then stops to get out of the van.
"What the hell Dom, those cultists might be chasing us and could catch up!"
"Oh stop worrying, we're past them, but what I need to check is our fucking cargo or this whole damn trip is for nothing and I'll be pissed."
Dom goes to unlock the back of the van and you temporarily jump off the van to inspect the damage. The van is pretty trashed, you doubt if it'll survive a return trip through cultist territory in this condition. You take a quick look into the passenger's side of the van and see Dom's second in command's bloody body slumped against his seat with several bullet holes in his chest and half of his head blown off.
"Useless bastard. Hey Dominic, what's going on back there?" you ask heading to the back of the van.
When you get there, you see Dominic inside checking out several scared bound and gagged women. He's obviously making sure none of them are shot, which miraculously isn't the case. They're pretty to be sure, but there's a distinctive odor coming from the van.
"Shit! Fuck Dom, didn't they have toilet training in that shelter you pulled them out of?" you say holding your nose.
"Hey they're not use to this shit Adam, so understandably some of them pissed themselves in all this ensuing mayhem."
"Smells like some of them shit themselves as well."
"Yeah well some did, but none of them are hurt physically at least. The Circle said they needed to be unhurt not unclean. They can clean these bitches. Let's go, you can take my second's seat."
"Nah, I'll stick to the roof, seems like I'm safer up there." You reply as Dominic padlocks the van door again.
The rest of the trip is uneventful even though you're expecting an attack at any moment. When you see a walled area in the distance you can only assume that's where The Circle might be and you're reaching your destination. When some military types with heavy weaponry exit from the front gates, you're sure of it.
Dom stops the van and gets out.
"I'm Dominic and I have that Shelter cargo one of your superiors asked me to aquire."
The two Circle soldiers nod at each other and motion for the others to let you in. Dominic drives in and a single building lies in the center. More soldier types and some scientist types come out of there. Dominic stops the van again and gets out. An older man wearing a blood stained lab coat approaches.
"Hey Trevor. So this is the infamous Circle headquarters huh? Seems rather Spartan."
"Do you have the specimens Dominic?" Trevor asks without engaging in any small talk.
"Yeah, yeah, they're in the van and in the condition like you asked."
"They better be Dom, tell your cohort to get off the roof of the van, he's in a position that could be considered threatening."
"Sure. Adam, get off the van we're safe now."
"We are? Because from where I'm sitting we're surrounded by several soldiers packing a shitload of firepower. I'd say we're far from safe."
At this point the Circle soldiers start actively aiming at you.
"Damn it Adam stop being a stubborn asshole and get the fuck off the van!"
"Fine fine " you say shaking your head, knowing that all of this probably isn't going to end well.
Dominic open the padlock and reveals the Shelter girls to Trevor and the rest of his creepy looking lab buddies. A few of them go inside with some hi-tech instruments, untie the girls, strip them and inspect them. One of them actively sniffs their soiled crotches.
"Snnnn AHHHH! Yes, such an aroma "
"Stop fucking around Fred, are they hurt in any way?"
"Nope, they're in the condition that we asked for."
Trevor turns to Dominic.
"Good for you that they are. Otherwise your part in the experiments would be less pleasurable."
"My part? I'm not participating in your experiments!"
"Yes you will, after all that's your payment."
"WHAT?! That wasn't part of the agreement!"
"There's been an alteration. Now "
"Fuck that!" Dominic yells and tries to pull his pistol out to shoot Trevor but he's not nearly fast enough and only succeeds in getting his brains blown out by a nearby Circle guard.
Trevor shakes his head and sighs.
"Ah what a pity. You would've thought he would've at least listened to what the experiments entailed first."
"Well, what do they entail." You ask.
"Pain resistance, genetic engineering, sexual torture."
"Wow, sounds like fun."
"I assure you its very serious business. We are trying to breed a new form of soldier that will be ruthless and very resistance to pain. All part of the plan to re-establish order in this blasted world. Injecting the females with a certain drug, impregnating them and then subjecting them to painful conditions during their nine months of pregnancy has proven to work. But unpolluted females are necessary for this, the father's origins do not matter as we have found, they just need to be fertile, which unfortunately none of us are."
Trevor studies you after his little explanation.
"You seem to be a fit individual; would you like to participate in our little experiment?"
"Sure what the hell "
Trevor, you and the rest go inside the Circle building to begin. The first thing they need to see is if you're not firing blanks. The Circle gives you a choice of sperm milkers which are just robots in the form of various types of women.
Since if you're found to be not sterile, you're going to be asked to do a bunch of fucked up shit, so you decide to get in the right frame of mind and pick the child sex robot to start blowing you. Almost feels as good as the real thing.
Afterwards your sperm is collected, processed and analyzed. Despite your mutant genes and glowing green spunk you're actually very fertile. Trevor and company are very pleased and put you to work immediately.
You're encouraged to brutally rape all the shelter girls, which you easily do and enjoy greatly. The next few months involve a little more rape, but mostly outright torture such as spikes to the nipples, hooks to the eyelids, pulling out nails and teeth, burning of the feet, razors to various parts of the body, etc. Trevor's lab boys are usually doing this a lot more since they seem to get off on it being the sick motherfuckers they are. You get the strong impression some of those degenerates would like you to rape them.
You're expecting the girls to miscarry under the stress but whatever the hell Trevor's been drugging them up with keeps them from doing such a thing.
"Alright, fuck this, I've had enough." Your girlfriend replies.
"What?" you ask.
"I'm not watching this shit anymore; it's fucking demented and sick! It's not even porn, it's just just wrong! I mean they just showed the protagonist getting blown by a child for god's sake! How the hell did they get away with that?"
"Oh come on, it wasn't a real kid! It was obvious they used a midget to play the part of the child sex robot!"
"Ugh. I don't care! I'm going home and if you expect to get home you'll leave with me right now!"
"But (Sigh) fine!"
You leave the theater in defeat leaving the sounds of more torture porn behind you.
The drive is silent and only a few words are exchanged when you get home and go to bed. Your girlfriend's pretty upset with you and is probably looking at you a little differently now, no doubt wondering what other fucked up shit you're secretly into and hiding.
You can only imagine the bitching you're going hear when she finds out you ordered the twenty fifth anniversary DVD of this thing which includes extra long torture rape scenes.
"Godammit Dom, keep this fucking van straight!" you yell firing off a few more rounds at cultists, blasting one before he can throw another grenade at you.
Eventually Dominic manages to get you out of the cultist territory. He drives a little further and then stops to get out of the van.
"What the hell Dom, those cultists might be chasing us and could catch up!"
"Oh stop worrying, we're past them, but what I need to check is our fucking cargo or this whole damn trip is for nothing and I'll be pissed."
Dom goes to unlock the back of the van and you temporarily jump off the van to inspect the damage. The van is pretty trashed, you doubt if it'll survive a return trip through cultist territory in this condition. You take a quick look into the passenger's side of the van and see Dom's second in command's bloody body slumped against his seat with several bullet holes in his chest and half of his head blown off.
"Useless bastard. Hey Dominic, what's going on back there?" you ask heading to the back of the van.
When you get there, you see Dominic inside checking out several scared bound and gagged women. He's obviously making sure none of them are shot, which miraculously isn't the case. They're pretty to be sure, but there's a distinctive odor coming from the van.
"Shit! Fuck Dom, didn't they have toilet training in that shelter you pulled them out of?" you say holding your nose.
"Hey they're not use to this shit Adam, so understandably some of them pissed themselves in all this ensuing mayhem."
"Smells like some of them shit themselves as well."
"Yeah well some did, but none of them are hurt physically at least. The Circle said they needed to be unhurt not unclean. They can clean these bitches. Let's go, you can take my second's seat."
"Nah, I'll stick to the roof, seems like I'm safer up there." You reply as Dominic padlocks the van door again.
The rest of the trip is uneventful even though you're expecting an attack at any moment. When you see a walled area in the distance you can only assume that's where The Circle might be and you're reaching your destination. When some military types with heavy weaponry exit from the front gates, you're sure of it.
Dom stops the van and gets out.
"I'm Dominic and I have that Shelter cargo one of your superiors asked me to aquire."
The two Circle soldiers nod at each other and motion for the others to let you in. Dominic drives in and a single building lies in the center. More soldier types and some scientist types come out of there. Dominic stops the van again and gets out. An older man wearing a blood stained lab coat approaches.
"Hey Trevor. So this is the infamous Circle headquarters huh? Seems rather Spartan."
"Do you have the specimens Dominic?" Trevor asks without engaging in any small talk.
"Yeah, yeah, they're in the van and in the condition like you asked."
"They better be Dom, tell your cohort to get off the roof of the van, he's in a position that could be considered threatening."
"Sure. Adam, get off the van we're safe now."
"We are? Because from where I'm sitting we're surrounded by several soldiers packing a shitload of firepower. I'd say we're far from safe."
At this point the Circle soldiers start actively aiming at you.
"Damn it Adam stop being a stubborn asshole and get the fuck off the van!"
"Fine fine " you say shaking your head, knowing that all of this probably isn't going to end well.
Dominic open the padlock and reveals the Shelter girls to Trevor and the rest of his creepy looking lab buddies. A few of them go inside with some hi-tech instruments, untie the girls, strip them and inspect them. One of them actively sniffs their soiled crotches.
"Snnnn AHHHH! Yes, such an aroma "
"Stop fucking around Fred, are they hurt in any way?"
"Nope, they're in the condition that we asked for."
Trevor turns to Dominic.
"Good for you that they are. Otherwise your part in the experiments would be less pleasurable."
"My part? I'm not participating in your experiments!"
"Yes you will, after all that's your payment."
"WHAT?! That wasn't part of the agreement!"
"There's been an alteration. Now "
"Fuck that!" Dominic yells and tries to pull his pistol out to shoot Trevor but he's not nearly fast enough and only succeeds in getting his brains blown out by a nearby Circle guard.
Trevor shakes his head and sighs.
"Ah what a pity. You would've thought he would've at least listened to what the experiments entailed first."
"Well, what do they entail." You ask.
"Pain resistance, genetic engineering, sexual torture."
"Wow, sounds like fun."
"I assure you its very serious business. We are trying to breed a new form of soldier that will be ruthless and very resistance to pain. All part of the plan to re-establish order in this blasted world. Injecting the females with a certain drug, impregnating them and then subjecting them to painful conditions during their nine months of pregnancy has proven to work. But unpolluted females are necessary for this, the father's origins do not matter as we have found, they just need to be fertile, which unfortunately none of us are."
Trevor studies you after his little explanation.
"You seem to be a fit individual; would you like to participate in our little experiment?"
"Sure what the hell "
Trevor, you and the rest go inside the Circle building to begin. The first thing they need to see is if you're not firing blanks. The Circle gives you a choice of sperm milkers which are just robots in the form of various types of women.
Since if you're found to be not sterile, you're going to be asked to do a bunch of fucked up shit, so you decide to get in the right frame of mind and pick the child sex robot to start blowing you. Almost feels as good as the real thing.
Afterwards your sperm is collected, processed and analyzed. Despite your mutant genes and glowing green spunk you're actually very fertile. Trevor and company are very pleased and put you to work immediately.
You're encouraged to brutally rape all the shelter girls, which you easily do and enjoy greatly. The next few months involve a little more rape, but mostly outright torture such as spikes to the nipples, hooks to the eyelids, pulling out nails and teeth, burning of the feet, razors to various parts of the body, etc. Trevor's lab boys are usually doing this a lot more since they seem to get off on it being the sick motherfuckers they are. You get the strong impression some of those degenerates would like you to rape them.
You're expecting the girls to miscarry under the stress but whatever the hell Trevor's been drugging them up with keeps them from doing such a thing.
"Alright, fuck this, I've had enough." Your girlfriend replies.
"What?" you ask.
"I'm not watching this shit anymore; it's fucking demented and sick! It's not even porn, it's just just wrong! I mean they just showed the protagonist getting blown by a child for god's sake! How the hell did they get away with that?"
"Oh come on, it wasn't a real kid! It was obvious they used a midget to play the part of the child sex robot!"
"Ugh. I don't care! I'm going home and if you expect to get home you'll leave with me right now!"
"But (Sigh) fine!"
You leave the theater in defeat leaving the sounds of more torture porn behind you.
The drive is silent and only a few words are exchanged when you get home and go to bed. Your girlfriend's pretty upset with you and is probably looking at you a little differently now, no doubt wondering what other fucked up shit you're secretly into and hiding.
You can only imagine the bitching you're going hear when she finds out you ordered the twenty fifth anniversary DVD of this thing which includes extra long torture rape scenes.
