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Persona 5 - Cognition	By : AnotherDamnWriter Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) Views: 58237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Another restless day…”
Tae Takemi pouted at her desk while reviewing the paperwork for her next patient. It was almost the end of her workday and the sun was setting over the Tokyo General Hospital, the warm glow of summer that invaded her examination room reminded her of another sleepless night of research to come.
The pale doctor’s skin matched the sterile walls of the room, her bob-cut styled dark hair sat upon her sullen head, adorned by reserved brown eyes. Her head was supported by a slim torso and slim limbs. A judgmental person might say she doesn’t really have much of a figure to speak of, behind her lab coat and blue hospital scrubs was a very petite body for a professional her age. Takemi no longer cared about that however, she had spent so much time in her college’s library with her face stuffed full of books that little things like appearance seemed to not matter anymore. Her diligence was rewarded, as she quickly shot up to the top of her class and landed an excellent position as a doctor and researcher at the Tokyo General Hospital. The woman’s look and attitude gave off an intimidating vibe, but her few friends would be quick to tell you about the heart that was protected by her cold exterior, armored, as if she was afraid it would be stolen.
“Dr. Tae! Dr. Tae!” A cute voice accompanied the little girl that burst into the room, had it been anyone else Takemi would be furious, but this was different; it instead made Takemi’s face light up like only it could.
“Miwa! You’re early, young woma- Ah!” Takemi was interrupted by a warm hug, a hug she could tell was too warm in fact, even with the girl’s red sweater. After a brief moment they separated and Takemi knelt down, matching Miwa at eye level while simultaneously resting her hands on the girl’s shoulders. The pre-teen’s ash brown hair was styled into double braids, which went down to the signature skirt of Shujin Academy.
“You’re hot, Miwa.” Said Takemi after a brief pass of her hand on the girl’s forehead. “Have you been taking your medicine?”
“Yep!” Exclaimed Miwa, but her unnaturally pale face betrayed her perky attitude. “Dad! Dad! Tae’s ready! Get in here!”
“...I never said I was ready, you just barged in…”
…
“Yes sir, I already told you: Miwa has to come for regular checkups. Her condition is not…” Takemi chose her next words carefully. “...well researched.”
“I don’t understand doctor, our entire family has been healthy for ages! How could this happen to her…” Miwa’s father looked over at his little girl, slumped over on the examination table, exhausted from the clinical trial.
Takemi closed her eyes, thinking of a way to comfort the desperate man before her. “She’s very strong.” Were the words she decided on. “Miwa’s just a child, but she’s resisting the genetic anomaly in her with everything she has.” Takemi reached into her lab coat’s pocket and pulled out a prescription pill bottle. “We’re increasing the dosage. These are to be consumed twice a day, once after waking up and another before going to bed. Please be mindful of the side effects.” The doctor’s sullen expression matched that of the man in front of her. “I’ll also continue asking that she refrains from doing anything that could cause her psychological or physical fatigue, things like sports, watching scary movies or having to give a public presentation and the like.”
“You’re increasing the dosage again?” The father protested. “Doctor, I’m afraid my daughter is going to die every time she is has to swallow those pills of yours!” His face was that one of indignation, Tae couldn’t blame him. “And not going outside? Not watching movies? How is she supposed to live her life?!”
Takemi’s expression quickly changed from sorrowful to angry. “First: You mean she is going to die if she doesn’t take those pills. Second: The pills aren’t mine, if I had something better I would give it to her.” The young woman continued: “Third: As I already explained, Miwa’s condition makes it hard for her bone marrow to produce hemoglobins, which in turn makes it hard to carry oxygen from her lungs to the rest of her body, which in turn makes energy conservation absolutely crucial.” Takemi was annoyed at this point, as if she were explaining basic science to a child.
“W-What about that medicine you were researching?” The man was desperate. “You mentioned you were trying to develop something for her illness!”
“I told you, it’s nowhere close to finished...” Takemi was still annoyed, but conflicting emotions derided from her inability to create a working cure for Miwa threw off he usually collected mental state.
“I see…” Said the man, who had regained some of his composure. “I understand… I’m sorry for causing a ruckus.” He apologized. “I’ll be leaving, please contact me if you make any breakthroughs.” Takemi could only respond with a slight nod of acknowledgment as he picked up the frail girl in his arms and started walking towards the door.
“Tae… Doctor…” Miwa awoke right at that moment, almost as if she was planning on maximizing her emotional impact on the woman. As quick as she came, she went out through the door, leaving behind only uncertainties if Takemi would ever see her smiling again.
“I will save you, Miwa... no matter what it takes.” A solitary tear dropped to the woman’s right cheek. “That’s a promise.”
…
It was a cold winter’s night, the rain drizzling on the silent room’s lone window and the occasional screeching of cars outside were the only sounds that permeated the room. This office was a pale imitation of the one Takemi had grown accustomed to, the piles of papers on her desk indicated she used it more as a means of progressing her research than actually treating patients. Adjacent to one of the room’s grey walls was an equally grey bed, its sheets covered in unknown substances from god knows how long ago.
“There we go, all done. Thanks for your help today.” If someone else had seen the look on Tae’s face or her tone of voice they would probably think she was being sarcastic, but the black-haired girl sitting at the exam desk had gotten used to the doctor’s personality.
Tae Takemi’s appearance had underwent noticeable changes since being fired from the hospital: Her black hair had been dyed a dark blue, and her nails followed suit in the color red. The most drastic enhancement was in her choice of attire though: Her slim neck had been outfitted with golden necklaces that attached to a spiky black choker, the lab coat remained but she had switched the plain scrubs for a tiny black dress that stopped at her upper thigh with a red belt hastily applied, another new addition were black platform high heels. Her entire getup seemed to be tailor-made to accentuate her slender legs.
The doctor furiously typed at her outdated computer’s keyboard for a while, before finally turning around her swivel chair to face the girl. “Your data is crucial for my research. I may not sound like it, but I really appreciate you coming here, Akira.” Once again it was hard to tell, but the girl knew the doctor was serious.
Akira Kurusu had started helping out Takemi a few months ago, the transfer student from Shujin Academy was propositioned by the doctor after she came in asking for a prescription for a common headache medicine. The reason…
“Incredible, you are almost completely unremarkable… You would be a perfect base for my research.”
Kurusu stood a few inches shorter than Takemi even without the doctor’s high heels, her curly black hair went down to her chin level, obscuring her ears, while her bangs covered her forehead and the bridge of her little nose. Big grey eyes were protected by minimalist librarian glasses, not helping her shake her “quiet outcast” image. The rest of her uniform was composed of a white shirt whose collar was held together by a black butterfly bow alongside the school’s signature blazer, a square patterned skirt that went down to her knees and black leather shoes. Her only real additions to the regular school uniform were suspenders to keep her skirt up (born of necessity after an unfortunate mishap at the subway) and black tights. While it’s true that Akira wouldn’t really stand out in a group of students, she did have one thing that set her apart from her peers, two, in fact: Kurusu had been blessed with ample development in her chest, her generous double D’s pressed against her shirt, forcing her suspenders to either be pushed to the side or awkwardly press down on her breasts. Even with her assets she was still mostly ignored for girls like Ann however, her looks resembled a cute girl-next-door but the rumors that swirled around her kept the transfer student from making too many friends.
Kurusu got up to leave, but she was stopped in her tracks by the door to the room being emphatically opened. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
The man that rudely burst into the room was of the older variety, probably older than both of them combined. His jet black hair was combed back and sat atop a dropping mug, black eyes and generic black suit and tie with a white shirt.
“Shoichi Oyamada, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Takemi said, finally changing her tone and expression from indifference to a poorly-hidden form of anger.
The man she referred to as Oyamada turned from Akira to Takemi and back. “Who’s this, a guinea pig of yours?” The man chuckled, and turned to Kurusu. “Are you being tricked by The Plague, girl? This woman…”
“Made a mistake.” Akira interrupted. “Yes, I know, Sir.” Her first words in minutes were an act of rebellion, something she seemed to have taken a knack to, much to the dismay of her guardian. The student didn’t know this man, but it was clear he was up to no good.
“Hm…” The man tightened his lips and furrowed his brow. “Leave, girl. We have adult business to attend to.”
Akira turned her head to Tae, from which she received a slight nod. She got the hint and proceeded to exit through the door, refusing to make eye contact with the man and closing the door behind her. Takemi couldn’t believe his gall when he took the chance to catch a glimpse of the student’s ass as she left.
“What do you want, asshole?” Takemi crossed her arms and legs and attempted to glare at the man to death.
“Good to see your time at those deplorable “punk” clubs did wonders to your attitude.” He took the chance to survey Tae’s new attire, giving her a crooked smile. “Funny, I thought this was a clinic, not a whorehouse.”
“Charming.” Takemi kept her cool through his insults and got up from her chair. “Did you come all the way here to try and seduce me? I’m closing up.”
“Something like that.” Oyamada cleared his throat. “I want you back working on the cure for that girl’s disease.”
Takemi scoffed. “You’re the one who fired me, over experiments you ordered!” Takemi was starting to get really pissed off, the ghost of a past she wanted to leave behind her was back, and he was was a smug prick.
“Oh no, oh no! Not as a medic, hiring The Plague would be an awful PR nightmare!” The man waved his hand and shook his head. “I want you…” He intentionally paused, as if building up drama for the reveal. “...as a test subject!”
“Fuck off.” Takemi bursted, her patience had ran out.
“Please Takemi, we have no one else!” The man now had his hands in a mocking praying motion.
“No one… Else?” The doctor asked, there was never any shortage of desperate people willing to pump up their body with unknown chemicals for a quick buck.
“All the usual subjects rejected this one after they heard of the potential side effects.” He said. Takemi still didn’t buy it, why would he come for her? Unless…
“And why should I agree to this?” Asked Takemi, afraid of the answer she would get.
“Because if you don’t, we won’t be able to develop a cure and little Miwa will die.” There was the phrase she was dreading. “Her death under my supervision would be highly inconvenient for me.”
“Tsk… It’s all about you, isn’t it.” Although the threat of Miwa’s death was like a gut punch to Takemi, she still managed to focus her emotions on the suited stooge in front of her. “Why don’t you do it then?”
“Oh, I don’t care for a promotion that much…” He said. “...or for the girl. You, on the other hand, would be great! Since you’re doing it for little Miwa we wouldn’t even have to pay you!”
“...” Takemi treated the man to a deathly silence, born part of contempt and part of ponderment.
“...Oh well, I suppose I’ll just go back and cance-” He laid the bait...
“Fine! I’ll go!” ...And it was taken.
“Excellent!” The man clapped his hands. “We’ll go at once!”
“...Already?” The woman furrowed her brow.
“We have to be quick, for Miwa!”
…
The car ride brought her to a place she was already familiar with: The Tokyo Hospital Research Center. They were greeted by a cheerful attendant at the front desk as they walked through the front door.
“Welcome back, Director Oyamada! And… Takemi.” The receptionist got flustered and quickly looked back at her notes. “So… You’re the one?” She did a poor job at hiding her concern, and produced a pile of papers from one of the nearby cabinets. “Please sign here.”
“For Miwa…” Takemi thought as she looked at the contract. After a moment’s hesitation, she signed it. “For Miwa.”
“Follow me, Takemi.” The man said, and gestured towards a door beside the woman. On the other side was a dimly lit staircase which went underground, the white walls from the previous room slowly transitioned into a dirty grey. Takemi’s uncertainty grew with each step into the depths of the Research Center but she maintained her resolve, eventually arriving at a corridor that resembled more a bomb shelter than a health facility.
The corridor was a dead end with rows of metal doors on its walls, the inscription on each of the plaques alternated between “Testing 1”, “Observation 1”, “Testing 2”, “Observation 2” and so forth. Director Oyamada gestured towards the room signaled “Testing 4”. “You go in here, the experiment will start soon.” He noticed the doubt in Takemi’s face and put his hand in her shoulder. “Come on Tae, keep your chin up. For Mika!” He said, the ridicule apparent in his voice.
“Miwa, her name’s Miwa.” Takemi said, avoiding eye contact, and entered the room. It’s heavy metal door closed behind her like she was an inmate being locked up, a click soon followed. There was no going back.
“...Hmph.” The man sneered. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, Plague.” His fingers curled into a fist. “I’ll shatter that pride of yours, and that’s a promise.”
…
Takemi examined the inside of the room, it was almost completely empty, save for a bed, the fluorescent lights in the ceiling, a glass pane in the wall, which she correctly assumed to be a one-way mirror leading into the observation room and a camera which hanged on the wall beside the mirror.
“Alright, Test Subject #1, Codenamed “Plague”...” Said a voice she didn’t recognize, after a moment of confusion Takemi noticed that the voice was being broadcast from the camera.
“We’ll be testing a series of experimental drugs, with the objective of further understanding the rare genetic condition of Miwa Kobayashi. Time is of the essence so we’ll be choosing to selectively omit certain safety guidelines. I ask that you please be cooperative with our staff and go along with anything they say, as was stated in our contract, thank you.” Said the faceless voice.
Wasting no time, two big men in scrubs with their faces covered by surgical masks entered the room, one of them held a syringe with some transparent liquid inside, and alongside them was…
“Director Oyamada?” Exclaimed Takemi in confusion. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t qualified to- Argh!” In her moment of protest she lost track of the man with the syringe, who had sneaked up on her and quickly injected the liquid into her neck with pinpoint accuracy. A splitting headache quickly overcame her and the doctor fell to one knee, she tried to scream but nothing more than a short whimper came out.
“Me? Oh, nothing much…” He curved his back and gripped Takemi by the neck, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I’m just fulfilling an old fantasy of mine.” The man broke into a hysterical laughter, the kind that has been building deep within for a long while. He gestured towards the brutish men. “Leave us, you’ll get your chance. Like we promised.”
“N-No… Wait…!” But her voice came back too late, the men had already left the room and she was alone with this monster. He grabbed her by the throat again, lifting her back on unstable feet, and aggressively slammed her back onto a nearby wall.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time.” His left hand took this opportunity to fondle the woman’s breasts, she was still too weak from the drug to put up any kind of resistance, his right hand made it impossible to make any noise other than a light whimper. “Walking around the hospital, giving everyone the cold shoulder…” The man started sniffing her neck and hair now, the lust in his voice after hours of fake enthusiasm was like someone’s mask being taken off, his true form revealed.
Oyamada eventually released his grip on her neck and breasts, redirecting his attention to her ass. The poor doctor’s weakened body was sandwiched between the man’s larger stature and the cold wall, there was no escape. Lifting up her lab coat and dress, the man fondled her shapely butt, occasionally touching the entrances of her orifices with his indelicate fingers. “God, I dreamed of going into your office and doing exactly this.” The director said as he stared into her frightened eyes, as if enjoying her terror, his warm breath irritated the woman’s icy exterior. “Just…” He want back to nibbling at her neck. “...Bending you over, slamming your uptight face into your desk and fucking this nice ass of yours. I’m sure the other doctors would agree.” And then, a bite. A bite that hurt all that much more in her dazed state, she couldn’t even feel if it drew blood, such was the extent of her disorientation.
“F-Fuck you…” Despite her sudden burst of rebellion the drug wasn’t getting any weaker, much on the contrary, it felt like it was getting worse. She certainly would fall to the ground had she not been pinned to the wall by the older man. Was this really how he had always seen her? Her supervisor’s aggression was always apparent, but she assumed it was born of jealousy, not lust…
Perhaps it was both?
Starting to get bored of this position, Oyamada forcefully spun Tae around and once again shoved her into the wall with complete disregard to her safety, like a child playing with a toy. “You won’t be needing this.” He said, followed by a ripping sound. “Did he just… Tear my panties off with his bare hands?” Thought Takemi, how strong was this man?
“Why do you dress like this anyway?” Said the director while he removed her lab coat. “Are you a dyke now or something?” Takemi desperately tried to think of a response, anything to preserve her honor, even if just to protect it from the assholes that were certainly watching in the other room. But then she felt it…
“Oh my god.” Thought Takemi, her eyes went wide from shock. The man had unzipped his pants and his dick was grinding against her ass, or more specifically, her lower back. “How… How is it so big?” She couldn’t see it but she knew, the man’s shaft extended from her butt crack to her lower back at least.
“Surprised?” The man had stopped his grinding motions and instead chose to get even closer to the woman, close enough so she could feel the entirety of his cock on her back and so he could whisper into her ear: “I’ve gone through a few experiments myself.”
Her mind raced with ideas, a prick of that size would certainly crush her. She had to say something, anything to get out of her situation. Takemi thought about pleading, but that certainly wouldn’t work. Bargaining? With what? Confused and scared, her mind decided on her natural attitude: Anger.
“How about you shove this thing up your ass?” Was her response, hardly an award-winning comeback or something that would actually help. Her sudden retort provoked an outburst of laughter from the camera, the onlookers clearly were not expecting that. The laughter actually helped Takemi’s mental state a bit, it felt like she regained some sort of control.
This feeling would be short lived, however.
“Why you fucking…” The director’s face went red with anger. Then Tae felt it, the unmistakable feeling of the man’s tip on the entrance of her vagina. “Bitch!” He concentrated all of his rage into his first thrust, intense pain coursed through Takemi, it was like she regained all of her energy for a brief moment only so she could scream louder than she had ever screamed before.
“I’m… I’m sorry!” The woman’s attempt at maintaining her pride turned into attempting to maintain her womb intact, she pleaded with the man to stop, but his blitz on her hymen wouldn’t cease.
“Too fucking late, cunt!” His hands grabbed her hips while he assaulted the woman’s pussy. “I thought about being nice, but you just had to be a bitch, didn’t you?!” He was outright shouting at this point, not like it would matter, the only people who would listen weren’t going to help her. “This is why everyone fucking hated your guts, Plague! You always have to be in control, you always have to be a… fucking cunt!” The man seemed to be lost in his own words and actions, his thrusts got increasingly aggressive as he thought about the woman in front of her. Years of pent up frustration were coming out. “It was about time that someone taught you a fucking lesson!” His thrusts were now accompanied by hard slaps to the woman’s ass, the once silent room was now drowned in a mixture of carnal noises between their bodies and both of their screaming voices.
“Teasing… Dyke… Cunt!” His words were complemented by hard slaps on her behind, leaving noticeable red marks. “Who the fuck do you think you are?! You’re nothing!” Staring at the woman’s back, he got a devious idea. “Time to discipline you!” He exclaimed and got a hold of the woman’s choker from behind.
“No… No!” She knew what was coming. The man tugged at the appropriately named choker with all of his might, while simultaneously keeping up his thrusts into the woman. “Gak! Gaak!” The woman tried to voice a protest, but all that came out were gargles. She wasn’t even in contact with the wall at this point, her limp body was being held up only by the man’s dick and his hold on her accessory, her arms drooping arms hanged pathetically, the punkish woman who was so proud of her rebellious nature couldn’t muster any form of resistance anymore.
“How does it feel, bitch?” The man’s demented smile came back and replaced his anger. “Hahahaha! How does it feel being my slave?”
“S-Stop… I’m going… I’m going to die...” Is what she wanted to say, but words just wouldn’t come out. Takemi’s face turned blue from oxygen deprivation, she thought this was the end of her life: Being raped and snuffed by her former boss. “I’m c-cumming..! I’m cumming from being choked to death!” Her natural instincts couldn’t hold out any longer, she wished she could but there was no way of resisting her natural biology, especially with a prick this size.
“Cum with me, slut!” His thrusts grew less frequent, but somehow even more powerful. “Cum and show everyone what a piece of trash you are!” That was it. The man’s dick erupted like a volcano, spewing hot cum into Takemi’s guts. The woman came too, in an explosion of conflicting feelings her jaw dropped to the floor, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She could feel the man’s semen coming back down, sliding through her walls and dripping onto the floor.
And everything went black.
…
“Dr. Tae! Dr. Tae!”
Tae Takemi awoke from her nightmare, her face red from pressing it against the table. Shaking her head to remove the cobwebs she turned to see the little girl who had sneaked into her room.
“...Miwa! You’re early, young woman, I was just taking a little nap before our consultation.” She took this moment to look around the room, especially the light that invaded the room through the curtains, dusk fell on the Tokyo General Hospital. How long was she out?
“I know, I’ve been watching you sleep! You’re like an angel, Dr. Tae!” The cute girl exclaimed, Tae normally would be disturbed at someone watching her sleep but she could give Miwa a pass, her presence always put a smile on the normally cold doctor’s face. “I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
“W-Well, thank you…” Takemi was taken aback by the compliments, she was used to being hit on by guys at the shady clubs she liked to frequent, but the sincere compliments from the little lady pulled at her heartstrings. “I will save you, Miwa… That’s a promise.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Doctor!” Said the girl.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Takemi.” Said the girl.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, you stupid piece of shit.” Said the girl.
…
Takemi’s eyes shot open.
“No… No, no, no!” Shouted the woman as she shook her head, she wish she could just wake up, she wish she could go back to sleep, anything to escape from this nightmare. But this was no nightmare, the shackles that tied her limbs to the bed were very real. Another thing was different this time though, everything was upside down, or rather, she was the one upside down. The bed was big enough so that she could lie in it, but small enough so that her head and crotch hanged awkwardly to the outside, as if those areas were floating in midair.
Takemi was surprised by an injection that came from her blind spot, the needle painlessly infiltrated the woman’s left breast, she could feel the liquid pouring in, and there was a lot of it. “W-What are you doin’?!” Tears formed on the woman’s eyes, her voice was noticeably droopy.
“Oh, this?” She recognized the loud voice of Oyamada, although he was not where the injections were coming from, were there more people in the room now? “We got bored while you slept, so we have taken the liberty of testing out other products on you.”
“AaaaAAAAaa…” Were the only pitiful noises that came out of Takemi’s mouth as another needle pierced her right breast this time. “N-Nooooo…!”
“These are quite addictive though.” The director gave a boisterous laugh as two men spread some type of cold gel around her body, paying special attention to her nipples and clit. The lower temperature made Takemi squirm in her restraints. “Wanna know what they are?” The man positioned himself as to stare into Takemi’s aimless and tearful eyes, the drugs clearly already taking effect. The look on her face was everything he ever wanted, sweat dripped from her messy hair onto the ground, her face was covered in a look of pure fear, while her mouth was open agape, taking heavy breaths like a bitch in heat. “I know you’re a dumb little cunt, so I’ll be brief…” He got close to Tae and extended his tongue, licking her cheek up to the side of her mouth. “I gave you the fuck drug.” And finished off with a sloppy kiss.
“MMM...! MMMM…!” Takemi tried to scream, but she had no energy to open her mouth or to resist the man’s advances, his tongue invaded her mouth, greedily sucking and pulling at the young woman’s. Her sobs turned into crying as he explored every corner of her mouth, finally releasing after what seemed like an eternity. He stared at the woman anxiously, waiting for a reaction. After a brief moment, it came: Tears started cascading down the woman’s forehead, her mascara smeared with the humidity.
“Please let me out…” A pathetic sight to be sure, the prodigal doctor reduced to crying and begging, loud sobs eventually came, like a child being reprimanded by her parents. “What did I do?!” The once proud woman was reduced to a wailing piece of meat strapped to a bed. “What the fuck did I do to deserve this?!” Her tears intensified, her crotch and tits ached, the pleasure turned into pain and the pain turned into pleasure. Both sides of her body were oozing her liquids to the floor, the wetness in her pussy tortured her as it mixed with the chilly air.
“You? You didn’t do anything.” The man started to once again unzip his pants. “I just needed to have you.” His pants came down, and Takemi came face to face with the monster that had impaled her earlier. His dick extended up to the middle of his abdomen and below that hanged two balls that resembled grapefruits. The sight of his dick triggered something deep within Takemi, her breath picked up the pace and she squirmed even harder among her restraints.
“Please…” Her attitude immediately changed upon seeing his penis with her own eyes. She was almost hypnotized by it, the cock and balls dangled in front of her face like bait to a fish. On her lower area she felt someone press the tip of their also noticeable bulge onto her entrance, swirling around, teasing her clit and labia. “Please just…”
“Please just what?” He got closer, his balls and the base of his dick pressed against the woman’s face, her nose picking up all of the rancid smells that came from it. “Come on, Takemi. Out with it.”
“Please just… Please just... “ She closed her eyes, tried to concentrate, tried not to give in. She was a doctor, goddammit, not some feral animal! Her feelings were not her own, this was all the aphrodisiac’s fault. What was happening were simple chemical reactions in her brain, the drugs were turning her biggest asset against her. Like a scientist worthy of her title, she rationalized her fears, she would not fear the unknown, she would not give in to some asshole in a lab coa-
Then she felt another needle jam into her neck.
“AAAAaaaAAA!” The doctor shrieked, her entire body felt like it went up in flames and whatever thoughts she had were gone, being instead replaced by desperate pleas: “Fuck me!” She screamed, fully giving in to temptation. “P-Please! I don’t care anymore, fuck my c-cunt! Make it stop!”
“That’s the attitude I was looking for!” Oyamada gave a hard belly laugh, and gestured towards the man that was patiently waiting between her legs. “Fuck the brains outta her.”
The man pushed deep into her cunt, ending torturous minutes of teasing. The feeling was ecstatic. His dick was smaller than the director’s but it didn’t matter, any penetration at all would have made Takemi shriek, which is what she did. She screamed towards the ceiling, not afraid of anyone that might hear her. There was no pain anymore, only pure, unadulterated bliss.
“So… Now that you’re being honest with yourself, tell me: What do you think?” The director pressed his balls up against Takemi’s face once more, only this time she started to hungrily lick and nibble at them.
“They’re fucking incredible!” She admitted. “I’ve… I’ve never seen anything so big!” Her eyes displayed a mad fixation on the meat stick in front of her. “It- Ugh!” Her words were interrupted by the assault on her sex, but she would not stop. “It smells like shit! Please sir… Please fuck my mouth!” The woman broke out into an insane cackle, her voice had no more hesitation. “Hahaha…. Rape my throat, please! Choke me until I pass out!”
The man looked on at his handiwork pridefully, like a father looking down at an accomplished daughter. Only the “daughter” was a highly intelligent woman, strapped down to a bed and used like a piece of fuck meat. A literal human bed was what she was, and what she wanted to be. The director lined up his shaft...
...And thrust deep into her throat.
“Glak! Glak! Glak!” The man held nothing back, going at top speed from minute zero. He and the faceless man at her cunt manhandled her like a piece of meat, spitroasting her with no mercy. Ecstasy coursed through her body, weather it was a product of the drugs or her own feeling didn’t matter, it felt euphoric. “God, where the fuck has this been all my life?” She wondered. “Why did I spent all that time studying to become a doctor, I should have just went from dorm to dorm and let myself be fucked by thick cocks!”
“Holy shit, maybe we went a little overboard.” Oyamada said. “The slut’s not giving up, her mouth is sucking me dry!” He could notice the bulge on her throat, how was she still conscious?
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckme…!” The woman repeated the mantra in her head over and over again, she was too far gone to come back. The lust burning through her coupled with the lack of oxygen destroyed her mind.
“I’m… I’m gonna fucking blow already!” Exclaimed the director.
Soon, too soon, the man started to slow down, the end was near. “Swallow my semen you crazy slut!” His dick erupted in conjunction with the man at her pussy, an explosion of juices flowed through her orifices. The sperm in her throat overflowed so much that it oozed out of her upside-down nose, almost hitting her lust-filled eyes on the way down. Pulling out his dick, Oyamada sprayed his thick load all over the woman’s tits and face, caking her in spunk. The woman had turned into a humiliated mess of a cumdumpster and she needed more.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the metal door open, two other men came into the room with their huge cocks at the ready. “Time to switch, director, ‘ya promised!”
“I think… I think we should maybe give her some rest.” Said the man in charge, in almost a compassionate tone. “We wouldn’t want her to just die on us-”
“Fuck you.” The voice, surprisingly enough, didn’t come from the eager men, but from the cumdump on the table. The woman opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as she stared at the men’s dicks, worshipping them with her eyes. “Cocks… I want more cocks!”
…
Tae Takemi shambled around the alley of her old clinic, her entire body reeked of cum, the lab coat she wore did nothing to protect her legs from the cold night, she had failed to meet the payments of her clinic and house and had now resorted to living in the streets.
“Looking for a good time, sir?”
“Please let me suck your dick, sir.”
“Please! Rape my throat!”
Takemi’s new life consisted of selling out her body so she could eat and buy drugs to fuel her new addition, the fact that she would never be able to get her hands on that heavenly substance that awakened her in the first place was torture for her. She didn’t care that people looked at her with disgust, she didn’t care that she was fucked to near death on a daily basis. The local doctor now lived only to be fucked and to get her next fix. She was spending another night propositioning men that came next to her alleyway when she saw her:
“M-Miwa?” Takemi said in disbelief, the surprise and excitement in her eyes only served to make her look even more deranged. Miwa looked healthy, her braids were longer and her face was still perky. Had… Had the medicine worked? Had the test results actually helped?
“Miwa!” Takemi started running towards the girl, and the girl, in turn, started retreating in fear. “Miwa! It’s me, Ta-” She was stopped dead in her tracks by a punch to the gut.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” A man she hadn’t noticed before grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back onto a nearby wall. Takemi, even in her drugged state, recognized the man as Miwa’s father.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to my daughter, you whore?!” The man’s grip around Takemi’s neck was tight, concentrating all of his paternal rage onto his right hand.
“Ack! I-” It was happening again, the deprivation of oxygen triggered memories in Takemi’s head, wonderful memories of when she awoken to her true nature of being a disgusting, cocksucking whore.
“Stay away from her! You hear me?” The man was shouting at Takemi in front of his daughter now. Takemi’s face turned blue and her sex started leaking, she remembered when the director choked her one more time before dumping her onto the streets… How she sucked off the smelly dick of the first hobo she saw… How…
“I’m… I’m…” Takemi tried, she really did, but the depraved women’s senses were abused so much that any fragment of self-respect was gone, all that existed was a fuck-pet who lived to be choked and fucked. In that moment, the cumdump’s eyes met with the little girl’s. Her big, brown eyes had an expression that was a mixture of shock and disgust:
“...Dr. Tae?”
“C-CUMMING!” The woman shrieked like a banshee in the middle of the empty street, she screamed at the moon, releasing all of her cunt juice onto the sidewalk.
“What the fuck?!” The man immediately let go of Takemi, who slumped to the ground on her knees, and took his daughter’s hand, he ran away as fast as he could with the little girl in tow.
...
Takemi slumped next to a trash can in the alleyway, that’s what she saw herself as, anyway. Her breathing intensified as she noticed a group of people approaching, probably attracted by the noise. She recognized their uniforms as from Shujin Academy. The fallen woman took no time in opening her filthy lab coat, revealing her bare breasts and pussy, she opened her mouth:
“So boys… Who wants to fuck the shit out of my face?”
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