Nation First

 

American man to Chinese woman TG

Be advised that there is some light horror within.

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The young soldier hurried back to his bunks. Siberian winds ran rampant through the camp at this hour, and every nerve in his body was twitching from the raw slices against his skin. As he settled into the top bed the random coughing around him interrupted his thoughts. These fires weren't doing their lungs any good. His clammy skin stuck against the cold bed. No matter which side he chose. He reached out to the charm next to his bed and gave it a quick rub.

He tried to avoid thinking too much though. His commander told them to keep their gaze focused towards the future… but all he could think of was the comforts of the very recent past. They had woke them in the middle of the night, ordered them to pack all their belongings, scared the shit out of anyone who asked why, and piled them into an APC. After one ass destroying truck ride from the depot, they dumped them here and told them to stand guard over this seemingly worthless patch of land. Argue or complain and the entire unit took the laps. Yet, there were no support lines set up. The first chef they hired turned out to be some local ass who made his living scamming travellers. His meals were dog-shit. One night he was dodging pools of vomit in the corridors it was that bad. The squatters flooded so everyone just shit where they could. The camp itself seemed like it was designed by a blind man in one day. No sense of direction or of place. Buildings all over the place. The fence was made of flimsy aluminium. He closed his eyes and grunted. Was a war coming? Maybe this bunch of skinny trees are worth defending somehow. Fucking Russians probably. Didn't they have enough land already without taking ours? Those were the whims of the party though, and any stupid comments would lead him straight to an even worse camp than this. If such a thing existed.

So he did his part. He dug his ditches, and dreamed of a country girl from Sichuan. The following night he was assigned duty of the big lid. They call it that because it looked like a massive trash or coal bin lid. Nobody knew what it was for, but everybody hated guarding it. It smelled revolting alright. Kinda like the egg ‘delicacies’ his grandmother left out for months.

He shifted back and forth on one foot and pulled his uniform tight. Did he get pushed out here as some kind of punishment? . Some of the others got good at taking quick naps. Treating the numbing cold like a blanket. He drifted off but a sound unlike anything in his life dragged him out of the light slumber. He rubbed his face quickly to brush off the wet frost. It was a rattling animal-like noise, that jumped in volume until it became a roar. He searched around him curiously. Did an animal slip through that crap fence? He'd have to shoot the poor bastard. Anything or anyone who comes through gets a bullet through the chest.

He did an once-over around the perimeter… nothing. He went back to his post and within a minute he heard it again.

“What in fucking heaven?” He said barely above a whisper.

He did a twice-over. Nothing. Was a Fox Spirit was tormenting him, or a Yo Hen Ye Gui playing hide and seek? Maybe he was going crazy? He didn't like either idea. They'd only been here for three months. He dare not tell his comrades.

It continued for an hour, until he could no longer take it.

“Listen… whatever you are. Leave me alone or I'll pop your skull open!

He stared off towards the tree line, then he sighed and chuckled at himself. What an idiot, trying to intimidate a spirit! There was a minute’s pause. Then it went on... he growled and made a three time, four time perimeter check. Still nothing… he threw his gun down in annoyance. As he stopped to rest against a wall, something caught his eye. A drain, maybe a vent, well hidden by dry grass. He looked around and then bent down. He pushed apart the blades of grass and put his ear down to the vent. Earlier the noise had sounded angry. But now it just sounded pathetic. A disgusting whiny shriek, like a dying cat.

“Hello!?” He shouted back. No reply. Yet the noise continued throughout the night. He sat listening and began to feel an overwhelming sense of pity… eventually he fell asleep near the grate.

Dr Gao peeked through his notes, occasionally glancing at his phone. There was no signal but he had thirty missed messages from someone who should know better by now. He tried to pick out some inescapable detail or error he could have missed, but it was as perfect as any mortal man could hope to achieve. Stage one was about to begin.

 

A noise came through the megaphone. It was Mandarin Chinese, but he only understood the word ‘one’. He stared towards it, his mouth gaping open. He was so damn tired, he could barely keep his head up. Time was divided into either light or darkness, chronology had no place here. He let out a childlike cry. No , no more, please… someone take me out of here.

The memory was crisp. He had been touristing and skiing up in Harbin. A short winter holiday in a real snow globe city. At least, that's what the brochure said. Although his two buddies seemed more interested in picking up ‘easy’ Chinese girls. He just got out of a break up and that didn’t interest him. They could do their thing and he could do his. The whole river was frozen through and he thought him and his friends could ice-skating over it in a shot. He ended up going alone. A couple of local girls approached him speaking English. He wasn't much of a traveller, he was naïve… and… no… don't blame yourself. Stop going through this same fucking memory. But… why did you have to be so damn honest with them?

“I want to go home.” He cried.

 

The door swung open. There was a few moments pause, then a tall Chinese scientist strode into the room. He was wearing some kind of protective suit. It was… hard to remember what you call it. A hazmat suit… PPE maybe? The scientist yanked his right arm off the floor. He tried to fight back, to hold his arm back but he was so weakened. Without skipping a beat, he jabbed a needle into his veins. He coughed up a few goblets of blood, which splashed all over the scientist’s uniform. He thought the Scientist sighed but he couldn't tell with the mask on.

“What are you putting into me?” He asked.

The scientist replied in Chinese. Then he looked at Jake, as if expecting a response. After a few seconds he just laughed and stood up. Jake turned his body to the side, just as the door made a dull thud. There were no mirrors in here, so it was hard to know how he looked. It wasn't hard to imagine, he could feel the grime in his hair and on his skin. He was pretty sure he had pissed himself once or twice in fact. He dropped his head. The area around his arm started to feel weak and he felt so… drowsy…

He woke up screaming in a burst of anger.

“Let me out! Piece of shit!” He tried to curl up into a defeated heap, but the chains dug painfully into his skin.

A couple of days passed…

 

They changed his clothes when he was under sedation. They still fed him, and he somehow had communicated that he wanted something to read. They gave him some ancient comic books instead. It seems they want him to live… to stay healthy for some purpose… even if it was just to harvest his organs. He heard dampened noises behind the mirrors. They wanted him awake too… that was certain, to watch his fear. Bastards.

He didn't want to die here, but he was obviously deep underground, and the Scientist had left nothing he could snatch. There were no loose tiles he could smack him with, no needles he could grab like in the movies… and every day he had less and less energy. What if this was the perfect prison? Even if he got out, there was no telling where he would end up. He let out a pathetic whine of frustration.

They caught the vagabond wandering outside the camp. At first, we thought he was a Yupik or one of the other snow people. He had no identification on him. After some persuasion though, it turned out he was Han, like everybody else… surely they could let him go. He watched as two of the officers gave each other a worried stare. A third officer sat down smoking on a nearby plastic chair.

 

“Shoot him.” Officer shouted, pointing over and over in a fury.

The three soldiers looked to the man and back to the officers, their hands running along their weapons.

They can't be serious? The pissed tramp was swaying on the spot, hands in his pockets, not half as scared as he should be. Couldn't they could just send him on his way?

“Shoot him, or you can stay out here all night.” The officer shouted while pointing at one of the soldiers. The young lad lifted up his rifle then froze, his aim growing more and more unsteady.

The second officer groaned, then pointed at the other soldier. “You. Shoot him.”

“I don't even know this man.” He said flatly.

“Too bad. That’s what you signed up for. Shoot him now.” The officer said as if he was talking to a retarded panda.

He shook his head. The officer wrested the gun from the soldier. The officers covered their ears immediately while within what seemed like half a second an ear-splitting crack cut through the ranks. The sound carried far, like it always did on a cold day. The dead man’s eyes flickered for a few seconds before closing for good. There was a mess.

“How do they expect us to compete with the Americans and Russians with these whelps at our backs?” The officer twisted and shifted his jaw.

“Weakling. You’ll run around the camp until I tell you to stop.”

The soldier nodded his head repeatedly and gave a salute before running off. His hands were shaking. They… they just killed a man, he thought. But... he hadn’t done anything, he was just unlucky enough to stumble across us. He turned to look back slightly then gulped. You can’t show that you care.

They watched the soldier go. “Most of the bases didn't want to volunteer their best to come out here. Too worried about that... madman.” The smoking officer said.

“Shut it. Is that your idea of a joke?” The third officer said while coughing.

“It's one of those things.” He shrugged.

“Actually, I don't think we'll have any problem competing soon. Just give it time. ” The second officer laughed.

The soldiers breathed in deeply trying to avoid looking directly at the officer.

“Leave the body here a while. I want the camp to see it.”

The officers all drew a cigarette.

 

“Stage Two.” Excitement betrayed the speaker.

A familiar pattern of footsteps awoke Jake. His captor kneeled down next to him, and he opened his eyes to find himself staring into his face. The Scientist smiled. He opened and closed his mouth, once or twice. Then he spoke.

“Do you understand me now?”

He had nothing to say back at first. Then the jumble of foreign sounds and characters arranged themselves in patterns through his brain. Plenty was still an enigma, but he got the gist.

 “Yes.” He said entranced. He couldn’t believe he could understand. The lab coat was speaking so quickly.

“Excellent. I admit it delighted me when you passed the preliminaries. But now the first stage is over…”

He began to feel sleepy. He slapped a chained hand against the floor, trying to steady himself. Then his arm immediately buckled and took him straight to the floor.

“You…”

He watched her from afar. She was tall, blonde, an Aryan. She looked like one of those female bodybuilders that would terrify most men from dating them. Her legs were built like an antelope’s. Between her legs was… a tiny cock, with a wild bush keeping it warm. She moaned intensely, then let out an almost demonic growl as it began to grow longer.

Who was she? It felt like a memory… an ex-girlfriend? No way. He would never date a woman who looked like that. She strode towards him. He felt dread, like she was the Devil and he was a frightened Shepard.

The figure then sprinted towards him like an Olympic colossus. He held his hands up to defend himself, but was immediately taken down. The hot breath of the beast woman sank into his pores. He seemed to shrink beneath her, her head and hewn muscles growing bigger and thicker. Veins popped out of her pink skin. She pulled her lips back, revealing her large sharp canines. Her face seemed so hideously misshapen. How could anyone lay with such a creature?

“Get off me foreign beast!” He screamed.

It seemed like the foreigner was going to rape him. Then he watched her fall down to the side. A mysterious man stood over her. Jake watched in awe as he beat her with a staff. Such raw power and ferocity.

 

Jake looked down at his body. How long had he been asleep? He moved his limbs and his head swam almost immediately. Everything was off, his weight… his point of view. Everything seemed bigger. He shook his hair. He felt something brushing against his back. He looked into a nearby tile. His old raggy backpacker hair was now luscious, healthy, and had lengthened to his ears. And it was black, jet black. One of his eyes was muddy brown, and the other was blue like he remembered. He held his breath in shock, and was right on the verge of screaming when the door burst open again. The scientist’s entourage stepped in, followed by the man himself.

The scientist knelt in front of him, at a distance of course.“Are you aware we have a female problem in this country?”

Jake gave the Scientist his best what the fuck do you mean look.

“Of course, how can I expect an American to keep up with simple foreign politics.”

“F… cao ni ma” He blurted out. His face froze in surprise. “Cao… ni..”. He tried to speak English but it just came out as garbled, sad Chinglish nonsense.

“Far superior to Mandarin classes? Wouldn't you agree?” The Scientist chuckled.

 Jake’s mind boiled. That was… Mandarin… he could only speak Mandarin. Was he thinking in Mandarin too? They had robbed him of his language. Threads of English still dangled… but… he just couldn't tie the ends, together. The only language he had never known. What the fuck was happening to him?

“It would of course be highly valuable if you knew English, but this helps with the conversion process."

“Conversion?”

"Ah, I wouldn't want to spoil the process. Your reactions are necessary data.” The Scientist smiled.

Jake’s eyes flickered with confusion.

 

The soldier sat looking up, his hands locked on his stomach.

“What do you think this place is for?”

The other soldier laughed.

“Be serious.”

“Why do you have to blather so much? First with that missionary shit. Now with this whining.”

“I'm curious. And it's the main religion of China, you dog prick.”

“Why? Why bother? We’re stuck here anyway.”

The soldier grunted. “I've been hearing strange noises.”

“We're surrounded by forest. Of course there are strange noises.”

“I know what a bear or a boar sounds like. This sounded unholy, like a spirit.”

“You're a joke.” The other soldier said, deadly serious.

A shrill harsh whisper came from the bunks over. “Do you want the officers to shoot you too? Shut the hell up.”

A Chinese superman stood a ways in front of him, staring off into the distance through the window. He was utterly naked, tall… northern… perhaps, every ounce of his muscle was lean and efficient. Down below, he had ample size. The thoughts excited him, his own penis stirring in response. He had two aching holes … a mouth, and an ass. If he could have more he would. He imagined the thick cock being mercilessly thrust down his throat. 

 

He made his way towards him and kneeled down on the mat. The man turned around to look at him, his face half-amused. He then pushed his perfect cock right in his face, and so he grabbed it. A dainty hand with manicured fingernails began to massage the length. The whole scene seemed fuzzy, disconnected, like watching one of those family home videos.

He went from massaging to sucking, all the while looking up at the man as if at worship. He closed his eyes and waited. The man let out a groan from deep in his chest. Then he felt a layer of thick discharge lining his throat and lips. Hot thick cum. Something about that taste made his mind melt.

His pulled his mouth off and smacked his lips. He looked up at the man with a warm expectant smile. The man stared back man slapped him. Then he grabbed a hold of his hair, which was just long enough to drag him by. He felt betrayed. he tried to fight back, to pull the man’s hands off. But the man grabbed his feeble wrists and nearly broke them as he pushed him to the matted ground. He turned him over and drove his cock into his virgin ass, crucifying him. He cried out and punched the floor. It felt horrible, he wouldn't accept it. How could he accept this? He wasn’t gay. But as the rhythm built, his ass seemed to loosen naturally. The man grabbed his rump and squeezed, eliciting a girlish cry of satisfaction. His tongue lolled as cum dripped out of his ass. His senses burned out, his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.

He jerked awake and almost immediately vomited. Bits and pieces dribbled down his chin. He could taste it. He could feel that man’s sperm spiralling down his throat. He could feel that bastard’s dick in his ass. Did he really dream about being raped?

What was this shithole doing to him? He had never thought about touching a man before… sexuality doesn't change under stress right? wait.. what did he say earlier. Conversion? Could it be… they were brainwashing him? That was it… conversion. Sick fucks. They were gonna sell their information to some military or on the internet. He couldn’t imagine anything worse. He gritted his teeth in pain. His head was hurting again… he felt like he needed to just… he dug his fingers into his temples. Why can't I think properly? It was like his own thoughts were going to send him to sleep. Need to concentrate…

 

The Chinese alpha grabbed his jaw and then slapped him left, then right. His mouth flapped open.

“Humph. You still have your American tongue… I thought I told you I didn’t want to hear that disgusting language…”

Jake struggled to close his jaw, and it creaked with force as the warrior thrust his finger and thumb into his mouth. He began to close the vice, drawing more and more blood. Jake tried to pull the hand away but the strength instantly sapped away from his feminised wrists. How could he hope to challenge this enormous man.

No…

Jake had but a few seconds to stare at it.

“That's better.” The man said as blood dripped to the floor.

He closed his eyes. Another Chinese dream… the language was took up the lion share of his mind. It called to him… Chinese… he should speak Chinese. The most difficult language, the most poetic language, the most intellectual. Perfect in every way. Other languages were impoverished. No better than the barking of dogs. Yes, speak it… all the time, every day, forever.

His tongue was an invader. He could only move it around his mouth in odd positions. It reminded him of one those parasites that prey on fish and replace their tongues. His neck was sore too. He pushed on his Adam’s apple. It had shrunk considerably. He sighed as his body went limp like a wet dishrag…

 The scientist held a mirror up to his face. It took a few moments to focus through his bloated eyelids. The clinical lights overhead were blaring, inescapable, as they illuminated every change inflicted on him. His eyes, now looked like two pretty little onyx stones set in his skull. His pale skin had taken on a brownish golden hue and it looked… softer. Despite the conditions he was in. His arm hairs and facial hair had been completely scrubbed off. They were spread out on the floor around him in a nearly invisible mat. His teeth started to chatter. He had never felt the cold this way, it was if there was nothing between his bones and the air. His torso.... no.... he looked like he was thirteen again. He was pathetic. No woman would ever want a guy like this.

He heard some coarse ruffling as the scientist presented him with a jumper. Jake pulled at his chains and let out a grunt. The Scientist replied with a grim chuckle, then shouted into the hallway. Two grunts rushed in and pinned him to the wall. They unchained him and forced a jumper over his head, the stitching splitting as it went.

“It's a woman’s jumper, but it's all we have.” The Scientist said with a weak frown. Jake struggled against the material. This shouldn’t fit… not in a million years… but it was loose, with plenty of space to move. It reminded him of when he used to hand his jackets to ex-girlfriends when walking home. His body was changing so drastically. They were changing his body and his mind. But it was impossible right? No technology could do this?

The soldier he never regretted anything as much as joining up. It seemed like China had no real enemies. There was no one to defend. The face of dead man seemed to be stuck to the back of his eyelids. He deserved it. His lack of action would surely haunt him in the next life. He pressed the charm against his chest. “Do no evil. Do no evil. Do no evil.”

Jake gently sobbed as even more developments came into view. His face looked warped and depressed in places, like he had took a beating to the skull. He could feel pins and needles, like thousands of ticks were squirming in the space between flesh and bone, eating away at it, dissolving it. A nerve in his nose exploded with pain. He bit down on his tongue involuntarily, causing him to scream and writhe. He looked up with fury in his eyes… the door creaked open.

“Why?” He screamed. His mutating vocal chords struggled to produce a sound worthy of human speech. It sounded like it was constantly breaking and un-breaking.

“I told you already...” The Scientist took on the tone of an impatient technician.

“Why are you doing this?” He croaked, his Adam's apple stabbing with pain as he did so.

“Those are my orders.” The Scientist nodded, trying to appear regretful.

"Bullshit."

"Oh it's true. Any personal enjoyment is secondary."

The less distress caused to the patient, the better. The Scientist thought firmly as he stood up. Besides… nothing was certain, the other side should have zero possibilities of finding out their mission here…. but if this camp could disappear tomorrow, and that would be the end of it. He needed to gather as much information as possible.

Jake pulled at his chains, thrashing about, and tried to make at obvious that if only he could touch the Scientist’s throat, he wouldn't be walking away. The Scientist pulled out a notepad and pen. “Aggression still present. Might need to adjust parameters within possibilities.”

“Aggression? Aggression. You…”

“A lady shouldn't behave this way. Obedience is key.” The Scientist nodded.

Jake paused for a moment. It hurt to change expression, but he gave a brain-boiling stare to the Scientist. "Lady?"

He heard storm of footsteps and the sliding of wet feet across the tiles as what sounded like more than one person came into the room. The scientist didn't move a muscle. They dragged him off the floor. He chomped at the air, scratched and flailed where he could, but they eventually pinned him up against the wall.

The Scientist stood up, standing a few inches from his face, then brushed his hand through his hair.“It's time for you to sleep a while my pretty caterpillar.” He then jammed another needle into his neck. A numbness began to spread from the epicentre as he was gently lowered to the floor.

The Chinese ironman had backed him into a corner yet again. The building only had so many places to hide and it seemed the ironman knew them all. Every nook and cranny of his soul. He played with him for a while, cat-like in his movements… but now, he had something the ironman was ready to seize.

He was a she male now, a porn attraction for the ironman’s amusement. He would never run, but always catch up somehow, and once he caught her he would grope her sissy cock and ass. He would have his way with her, but then tut with dissatisfaction.The nightmare seemed to go on forever. A thousand times, caught and molested. Every time a one-sided experience. He wished the ironman would pay more attention to him. Play with his nipples. But instead he was rough, he scratched his skin and winded him. He always stopped short of fucking him though.

He held him in a crushing embrace. Say… “Me no want fucky.”

He struggled to breath.

“If you ask why I'll crush your windpipe next. Do it now.”

“Me no want fucky.” He croaked out.

“Good bitch. You need to understand. That's what the foreigners think of us you know. That we speak like children. That we are nothing but savages out of the muck.”

“Do you understand?” She nodded hesitantly. He released her, ready for another game of tag.

“That cannot be allowed to continue. We will no longer be pulled and to and fro direction. We will carve a new path. The future will speak of no empire but China. The one glorious imperium of man. A new dynasty! ” She felt the flickers of embers inside of her. He was a skilled speaker indeed. She was... proud.

 

The soldier heard digging that night. Perhaps they were making a new building? Yet it seemed nothing ever changed in the morning. Perhaps he was going crazy and only he could hear the sound. Just like the howls from underground. But after walking hundreds of times around the base he saw the mound. That mound always seem to bulge when he passed like something was trying to escape. He shoved his bayonet into the earth and it struck something. He shovelled it away with his hands and knife. Not even a proper burial he thought as he tugged on the… bone? No, bigger. A skull. It looked charred, like they tried to burn it and just gave up. He gave it once over. It looks like a man’s but… a bit bigger. Deformed? His grandma said when babies were born like this they used to bury them. What was going on here? It was too big to be a baby. Perhaps it belonged to a monster? Did they find a monster and capture it? To toy with such forces was foolish.

He looked around and went about reburying the skull. Yet another paralysing fire engulfed his penis. From the tip and glands down to his testicles. His erection tightened and another involuntary ejaculation forced itself out. There was no orgasm, only the furious burning. He kept wetting himself every hour and it felt like pissing battery acid. After a few deep breathes to savour the relief, he looked down at the fresh load. It had a clear look, like hand wash, but not quite water, as if it had been sterilised. Sometimes he swore he saw silver. Did he have some kind of infection? Some disease they were trying to cure him of?

 No… come on. They want you to doubt yourself. They were the ones doing this to him. He tilted his head and stared at the skin of his penis. It looked thinner… stretched. He was sure it was all bigger yesterday. He'd spent a lot of looking at it. Trying to calm it. “Please…” He sobbed. It was really happening. His penis was getting smaller! 

 

It was such a chore to keep his emotions in check. Every day he woke up crying, anxious or just pissed off. It was like he was a teenager again. Wouldn't someone help him? Why… hadn’t they put him in contact with the US government? Why didn't they just deport him if he had broken some patriotic law? Surely his government would fight for his rights? Perhaps not. If China said no he was screwed. The USA wouldn’t go to war for one man.

 

At first he circled the rough edges of the areoles. pushing the meat sacks to get together and slapping them. Then he started dragging his rough tongue down her neck over and over again. He moaned in response, his mouth frozen in pleasure. The man grabbed his face and forced him to look into his eyes. Those deep controlling eyes. Then he snapped a finger and thumb round one of her nipples and began to squeeze. He gasped with a voice not his own. It was effeminate, sweet to the ear. He clamped down on the other nipple and did the same. As the bliss spread round her body she wondered who this man was. Was he a general? A politician? Hmhmm... imagine the power he had.

He awoke with a slamming head. Everything below the neck was excruciating. Every bone, every disc, every ligament, felt like they had been ground, filed down or torn out. There was a searing intense heat at his joints. His hips felt like they could pop out of place at any moment. His thighs were bigger and he had a… a thigh gap. And his penis... He shook violently from a feverish chill as he tried to lift his head. He tried again and again, almost bludgeoning his head on the floor, until finally the dizziness subsided.

 

A rank stench flooded his nostrils. He turned over and glanced at his reflection in one of the nearby tiles. He was soaked through… his sticky shoulder-length hair lay on his shoulders, but something else immediately drew a stare. He looked down at his swelling chest. There were two mounds. He'd seen pictures of skin conditions that looked similar… welts, infections, tumours. One of his nipples randomly throbbed and a bit pus discharged from it. He felt a pang of nausea as it slopped onto his thigh. One of his eyes strained to focus onto it. Panic overwhelmed him. He drove one of his nails into the throbbing left nipple. His throat clamped, then he gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure.

He nearly bit straight through his tongue. “Fuckkkk”

A tiny voice at the back of his mind whispered that it was a good thing. A very good thing. It would all turn out right in the end. This was just a necessary step on the way to beauty and health. They were small and conical right now but he wondered how they would look when they were complete? As he imagined them growing to an apex, he felt a wave of euphoria. His mind numbed and then… hah… haha. A cockroach fell off the wall nearby. So funny. Funny little cockroach.

Two nurses came in later that day to look at them. He was still giggling happily, flailing around on the tiles. They recoiled at the smell.

“He's gone a bit mad.” The tall Nurse shrugged.

“Hardly a he anymore though don't you think?” She pinched her nose. “She stinks.”

“Lots of fever, and energy being burned. Oh dear. Have you eaten? Let's go .”

“Aya. Not sure I want to.” She sucked a quick bit of air.

Jake heard every word. He slapped one of his nipples and laughed. He bobbed his head from side to side… then… he woke up with a sleep twitch. He felt like had been asleep for only about minute. His skin itched, like his entire body was breaking down, but it had no time to heal. Maybe he would just dissolve into a puddle of pus and goo after a while. Maybe death would free him.

“And this fucking hair!” He screamed and kicked out. It was at his shoulders, and even when he begged them to cut it they just laughed at him. They said it was indicative of his ‘status’. No American would be a slave. That was what his Dad taught him. Every time he turned on the TV. That was what they told him. But he was American? Shouldn't he fight for his country? His right to be American? He had lost so much of himself. How could he ever go back? He would be one of the walking dead. The marginalised.

The soldier held the pillow over his ears. He could hear those howls still. It was easy to laugh off the first time, but since then he had heard them again and again. Now they were a curse. Any spare moment could spawn a choir of howls and squeals. These demons were after his blood.

They were taunting him, warning him about the death. Drawing him in. He stared off into the darkness. He couldn't hear any breathing. Such silences were not uncommon for travellers in the mountains, but they were usually swept away by the hideous crunch of a tiger snapping a neck.

No.

“You won't have me!” He shouted, kicking off his blanket, glaring into the darkness. He held his hands over his face. “What could it be?” He thought. “And why did no one else care?” He held his head in his hands. Unbelievable though it was. Impossible though it was.

He had asked every soldier in the barracks what they thought was down there. He told about the skull. Some just walked away but everybody thought a little different. A tunnel into Russia, ruins of an ancient empire, genetic experiments… but he knew…. Someone was in pain. They needed his help. He needed to get down there and save them.

The scientist tapped on his forehead.

“You’ve been well behaved. Unlike certain others.”

He weakly raised his head, staring dead-eyed at the Scientist.

“I have a small reward for you. An object we found on your person.”

He handed Jake a small toy bison with half the paint chipped off. Dad’s toy.

His hand shook as he reached out and grabbed it. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I can be generous you see, given the mood. But if you misbehave I’ll take it away.”

The scientist stroked his beard upon leaving the room. It will be interesting to see how such objects could help develop mental resistance.

He looked down at the now fully developed breasts on his chests. Nipples hard and pointed. Heavy, full, alien growths. It didn’t hurt now. Could cancer do this to your chest? The weight loss… No, cancer doesn't turn your fucking cock and balls to mush. Those were real tits. And he wasn't even that bothered. It was if he had woken up and seen them one thousand times before. He had been castrated too. No one would ever believe he was a man. He resigned himself to sleep again. There was nothing else he could do.

She sat on the bed gently rubbing her thighs. The skin felt completely new. Her luxurious ebony hair, styled by the mysterious nurses, hung down one side of her naked body. Her perfect breasts stood out waiting to be touched. His horny mind imagined a blonde bimbo playing with them but quickly grew bored. Their hands were so soft, they lacked strength. What good could they do really? He rubbed his throat, each stroke up and down opened the pit in his stomach grew even wider. Things were missing… there was no symmetry in his body. Some things were big, and others were small. He probably looked like some misshapen circus freak..

The Doctor flipped through the EEG patterns. They had been working record time. Everyone was exhausted, but the hard work had been done. Did the patient have any idea how often he'd actually been conscious? He wondered. With the amount of monitoring and tests they had considered inducing some kind of coma… but why spoil the show? What the patient said was just as important as what they thought.

“Doctor. We have a problem….”

“Yes?” He said

“One of the soldiers was heard complaining about… noises. And asking... questions.”

“From where?” The Doctor said softly.

“He was stationed near the facility.” The officer said

“Do you want us to take him out into the woods?” The officer said.

“Ah, no. Not at all. That would be such a wasted opportunity.”

“Then what should we do?”

The Doctor groaned and looked up. Did he have to think for these people?

“Bring me his file. Keep a night watch on the cameras. Send a message if he leaves the dorms.”

 

The soldier sat crunched up while rubbing his legs ferociously. Once he knew he could rest easy at night… right? He quietly stepped down the bunk ladder and took to a prone position. Then after reaching the door he slipped out as quick as possible.

He saw no one. Not even the night patrol. He wondered if maybe the creature took them. Silently, not even a scream. He shook his head. He probably had two minutes to get from one side to the other. He didn't bring a weapon, so if they caught him he probably could pretend if he was on a stroll. Before they were transferred, he and a couple of others use to sneak out during the summer. He made his way to the electrics shack near the lid. People passed in and out of there all the time. They didn’t try to hide it. Fear was enough.

He gently pushed open the glass door. Even with the lights on, the back of the room was still fairly dark. He passed medical equipment, and various tripods and shit he had no idea about. The back wall seemed to be split into two cells. He flicked the light switch between the cells on and stepped to the side to look. He squinted. Then he heard the gurgling, the same gurgling that was coming out the grate. He squinted harder, something was moving. He then he saw ‘it’ turn towards him. He placed his sweating right palm up against the glass. He tried to reach out to it, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to cover himself, or stroke it out of pity. How… was such a thing possible? His stepped back, eyes widened, teeth bared. He glanced into the other cell, but one look was enough. He had seen things in the past. Cold-blooded killings, torture… but this was different. People die every day. What was this? What the fuck was this monster?

He dragged his fingers down his face and shook his head. Then he was plunged into darkness.

“The one on the left… was a Russian Journalist. The one on the right was a British businessman. Meddlesome foreigners both. Don't lament them for a moment soldier.”

He spun around to confront the voice. His warm breath settling back on his face as damp.

“What are these monsters?” He stuttered. A human shape fluttered throughout the darkness.

“The management demanded I terminate them, but that was simply unconscionable.” The figure said. It sounded like he was talking through a mask.

The man casually stepped around the room. He tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, but this guy was smart. Utensils crashed to the ground as the man brushed them off the counters one by one.

“Transformation over such a long term period is bound to produce such mutations. The toll on the body is enormous. The Nanites needed a chance to learn from their mistakes. They are a total autonomous self-engineering life form. ”

“Wha... what are you talking about? Who gave permission to do this?” He paused, trying to search out anything in the darkness. A laugh, A blur in the air, a smile, a silver button.

“Don't ask such foolish questions rube.”

The blood pumped through his ears to the point he could barely hear. He considered charging forward. The asshole was trying to flank him no doubt.

“Simply walk to the staircase, and return to your duties.” The man said.

“As if you would let me.” He shouted back.

“I wish only for harmony.” The man replied.

“These things are against the harmon-” He shouted.

The Doctor snorted. “Don't let your obsolete religion guide you lad. Do what is best for you. Walk away.”

He picked up a wicked hacksaw from the bench and swung it around, and started to stride forward into the dark. He tactically spun around in the spot. He might end up killing this man. That would probably get him killed too. But he needed to do something. Set these poor people free somehow. Madness. Madness.

 

“Show yourself!”

“These were enemies of the state. What rights do you think you have over the Chinese people?”

“We’re all people!”

“Where did you learn such nonsense.” The doctor said coldly.

He felt a sharp prick. A cold needle flooded his veins with even colder liquid. He grabbed at the needle and tried to pull it out but his muscles felt like lead.

“Please. No need to get up close and personal.” The Doctor winked as the Soldier collapsed under his own weight.

“You have some reasoning capability. We’ll speak again soon.”

The doctor rifled through his notes. As he filed and piled them, he looked across the room at the photo. A slim beautiful Chinese woman and a man with blown-about brown hair stood waiting for a tram. He turned back to his work.

“Why are you doing this?”

Such a vulgar question from that damn country boy. It made him feel like a super-villain in an American movie. Entirely unwarranted. At first he laughed at the suggestion too. Laughed in his face. But the visitor didn't laugh back… he was too valuable to simply throw in jail or kill, so he had to leave disappointed that day. And for days he would awake laughing in his bed. Then he thought about it. He would never get funding necessary for his little pets otherwise. Not unless the government controlled it like everything else. Just like the Pax Americana, they could create their own peace. The world united as one race. One philosophy. The Stars awaited colonisation! 

He had considered the big problems; the initial converts might have many mental limitations or rebellious quirks. But further offspring from the unions should be completely indoctrinated as ground is gained, even as a further goal he could aim for total genetic superiority over Westerners.

The Westerners could also be mad enough to attack their own people. Either with nuclear scorch and earth tactics, or gunning down the infected. Although the delay tick should ensure many are infected by the time the initial conversions begin. Hopefully officials and politicians, enough to ensure capitulation. The Westerners would believe in the superiority of their will, their individuality, that there was hope for their former citizens. That would be fine… for a time. But any words that came out of their politicians mouths would be pre-scripted. Part of the many layers of code that had spent years designing. Their memories one of many randomly generated lives. Then after that… five percent conversion of the populace.He took off his glasses and stood up. Yes, everything seemed in order for the inspection.

 

Two voices whispered simultaneously in his mind. His brain felt like it was slowly splitting in two. It wasn't just language now, it was… facts, ideas. He'd tried to think back to University, when he used to read Biology books. He tried to relive… remember something that could perhaps even explain what was happening to him and where he was. But it was like someone had locked all that information in a safe, and sent it off on a raft into the fucking ocean. Important ideas replaced by nonsense about powders, and remedies and make up. Lies flooding in through mental gaps. Nowhere in his mind was uncontaminated. Memories of wearing cute little dresses and growing up in a happy Chinese village. The family gathered for Spring festival, full and drunk. One version of history… and another. One where the world was full of lots of different types of people. The other full of good guys and bad guys.

The female voice was giddy, childlike. She moaned… and cried, like a baby having its first overwhelming experience of the world. This was a woman's world. He tried to wrest control of himself. He pulled out the toy bison from his pocket and held it tightly.

“Stage Three” The megaphone announced.

The young female awoke in agony. It felt like parts if his face were locked. It annoyed her and made her want to move more.

“Why does it hurt so much.” The sound of her own voice seemed to go right through her. It was so high, almost shrill. The sound of the megaphone was twice the volume. Then came the smells, her own rancidness, and the swirling mess of insects in her cell. She barely had time to breath before the doctor held the mirror up to her face again. Her unmanaged hair and unmade phoenix eyes gave her a feral look. After a few more moments of dumb awareness. The raw but beautiful face cringed in disgust.

“You are beautiful. As I specified.” The Doctor smiled. The woman returned a shy smile back, the edges of her mouth stretched and twitched.

“Look at those eyes, a sign of your new heritage.” He pointed to his own eyes. She tilted her head curiously.

“Now, open your legs.” He demanded.

She shot him a look of defiance. Then she stared straight into his eyes. A vicious smirk appearing on her face.

“Open your legs, woman.”

She flared her nostrils and looked away to the side. He slapped her across the face, a few drops of blood bursting from her lips.

He frowned then sighed. “Tarnished already. I'd prefer not to do any further damage.”

She opened her legs slightly. He slipped on some gloves then he pressed down on the inflamed sex between her legs, first tactfully and then hard. She yelped in pain.

“Well, I think we can move you somewhere more comfortable now that you're less likely to draw stares girl.” He said.

“It hurts.” She moaned.

“Not for much longer.” His voice seemed to match her own pitch. “It will pass. Don't worry my lovely.”

She bowed her head.

She paced like a tiger, her mind addled by rage and hormones.

“Don’t make me regret moving you in here.” He shouted into the microphone.

“What's wrong with her?” A nurse said.

“A hormonal imbalance. “ He said with a groan.

“Get me out of here.!”

She ran up and kicked the wall. They won’t win that easy.

“I'll kill you all.”

“I'll rip your fucking throat out. Bastard.” She pounded on the glass.

They watched dutifully as her tantrum continued. She finally collapsed on the bed, the room laid waste around her.

“Want us to up the intake?” The Nurse sighed.

“No, as usual, let the mental program run. This is all fascinating research.”

 

Penis, she thought. Her penis? The hardness was gone for good. She spent a lot of time just opening and closing her legs. That was so fun…. But she didn't see any more changes, and that made her sad. It was so so ugly down there still. Girls didn't look like this right? Yet she was a girl. That's what the nurses and the Doctor told her. She desired that nothingness, that slit and smoothness.

Her back ached, both from the weight of her breasts and because she had been sleeping sitting upright. It was painful to lie on them, especially since the nipples seemed to be chafed and hard all the time. The Doctor gently slipped into the room.

“Get up.” He commanded. She lazily brushed him off. He then surrounded her with his large frame and she began to whimper. He grabbed her by hair and propped her up on the bed.

He climbed on top of her and leered at her for a few moments. Then the Doctor kissed her. Her eyes opened wide. She wasn't sure whether to bite off his tongue or kiss back. A man’s voice was screaming in the back of her mind but she couldn't really understand him. It just sounded like his mouth was all bound up with cotton. So she kissed him back. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt right?

“Kiss me again.”

She smiled, and stared at his lips. She considered it, but then pecked him on the cheek.

He frowned. “You call that a kiss?”

She snorted.

“Don't you want to be accepted?” He shook his head.

She tilted her head.

“You need to learn how to please your man.”

She felt dizzy all of a sudden. Then an unstoppable rage sent her fists flying. She gnashing at the air trying to bite the Doctor. She stopped and began to hyperventilate. Orderlies ran into the room and restrained her. They had a needle each.

“Be careful with the tranquilliser dose.” he growled. “I don't want it to interfere with the nanos.”

A spurt of liquid was pumped out of the needles and then the Doctor sighed. Now, only good girls get to keep their favourite toys. He walked over to the drawer, pulled out the bison token and slipped it into his pocket.

“No! Please I’m sorry. I’ll be good! I need that”

“It's just a toy. “ He waved the orderlies and they followed him out.

Jake slowly slammed the back of his head against the wall, then burst into tears.

She woke into a hazy thought. Sometimes she didn't know if it was her dreams or the Doctor talking to her… or someone else. the whispers at the back of the mind were getting stronger. He could feel intentions but he couldn't understand what they were saying. Jake groaned as he sat up. The irony that despite his inner voices, he was still so lonely.

His life meant nothing. He was going to die in this place with these nameless creeps once they used him for this sick shit. He had holes in his memory too. What the actual fuck had he been doing the last few hours!? Was he sedated? Yet… he felt like he had been doing something. Thoughts kept coming into his mind of a beautiful ‘complete’ woman. The word complete was always emphasised. A portrait of a woman would flash across his mind but it was all immaterial. She wanted life her life back. Just as he did.

All he had was these fashion magazines and leaflets to connect him to the world. When it's all you have to stop you from going insane even the most inane shit becomes interesting. Especially the fashion makeup tips. It was so interesting… this could compliment his eyes. And this would be just gorgeous…

Her eyes watered. He told her to stand with her back against the wall. Don't move a muscle, don't even blink he'd said. Her lips quivered. She felt a hot flash across her face.

“Pathetic woman. Go ahead… cry then..”

She sniffled. A voice in her head whispered to her don’t. Men don't cry, especially in front other men.

He laughed “You're a bitch. A plaything for superior men. Men who survived. Those who give up. Those who fail… you are their fate.”

She pushed him. His chest barely moved in response.

“You feel it don't you? Your weakness. Even if you trained for a lifetime you would still not outmatch the most pitiful average man. Not with arms like that. Your body is designed to be pleasing to look at. To pick berries and nurse children.”

She knew it wasn't right. “I'm a survivor. I'm a man. You brought me here and damaged me .”

“I brought you here to heal you. Those foreigners beat and raped you so badly. It was lucky we found you.”

She blinked and glared. Where was she now?

She grabbed her head and shook it. “One minute you say you hate me, then the other you want to help me. Make fucking sense!”

“I hate who you were. But thankfully you are learning and changing .”

“You hate me why?” She gave him a weary look.

He snorted. “People like you, or people who look like you. Americans, British, French. They came, strong-armed, destabilised and exploited China until we were barren. Until an eternal war raged.

“We…. you… did that really happen? They did that to us…you?” She frowned.

"They did, my sister. They take nothing with permission."

“But I don't look like those people…” She looked down at her olive hued skin. Patches of it were white. Why did she have those?

“Almost.”

“My head hurts.” She groaned.

“Time to wake up.”

 

 

She grinned wide as she saw the penis was nearing the end of its life. It had shrunken down to a cute throbbing nub. A big clitoris. It was so so so cute. And so so pathetic. But she wanted her birth right. It was opening up like a flower. It was so sensitive and tingly! She felt like she was going to come sometimes. She giggled. She had considered playing with it. It wasn't particularly ladylike, but she was all alone. When she was alone or without her man she was permitted to do as she liked. Though it was so odd, she had memories of having that little tail between her legs, almost like a monkey. She could hardly remember what it felt like when it was big. That was for the best, she didn't want to be a monkey.

Her head began to throb so she decided to lie down for a while. A nurse barged into the room so she sat up. She noticed how pretty the Nurse was, she thought maybe she would like to do something with her. She wrapped her hands around her legs as the Nurse finished fiddling with the buttons.

“This should help you recover. It's an instructional video.” She grinned.

The Nurse popped in the disc and left.

A cute woman in uniform popped up on the screen. Her smile made the her instantly smile back.

“Hello!”

“Hello!” She said back

.

“Cheer up. The bad news is you’ve been very ill. The good news is that you're well on the way to recovery.”

She brushed the hair out of her eyes.

“You may confused, upset, even angry. You may feel like you've lost many years of your life.”

The woman pretended to gasp and placed a hand over mouth.

“You may even feel like someone else entirely!”

She nodded three times.

“That's right. I bet you thought ‘That's me!’” The woman frowned and rubbed her eyes like she was fake crying.

“You are right now under the care of the Chinese authority of medicine. So don’t fret. We have the best healthcare in the world. In fact, China is the best at everything!”

She pouted. How lucky!

“China is a big big place, but there is only one type of people called the Han. But there are…”

She stared at the dirty spot on the bed, this bit was kind of boring. She didn't really care about people's and nations and stuff, as long as she was happy!

She snapped to attention. “You have to look your best all the time. And don’t even think about going out the house without makeup!”

She smirked and held her head up. As if!

“When a man is around, you can’t let him feel inferior. So you have to speak in a cute voice, like this.” The words came out in a squeaky gooey way, like she was a string pull teddy bear .

“The man’s feelings are more important than yours, always remember that. Even if he hurts you.”

She nodded. That made sense. Men just couldn't control themselves. They needed to lust after other women to stay happy.

“Women aren't even as smart as men! They cry all the time and have too many emotions, or the wrong emotions. We women are always thinking about babies and simple distractions, while the male brain is thinking about numbers and abstract thought.”

She frowned. She didn't like the sound of that for some reason.

“There are too many old people in China. Which is why you need to have as many babies as possible. If a man can’t have babies. He’s no good!”

Her hands instantly dropped to her stomach, then slowly ran lower. She could give birth? Was that right? Of course she could.

“The more boy babies you have the more people will respect you, and the happier you will be.”

She imagined herself cradling a baby boy, cooing and teasing him with her finger. She sighed. Being a mother seemed hard though , she didn't want to settle down with a baby, she wanted to have fun. Men could have all the fun they wanted. Men could go where they wanted. She wanted to go out a look pretty. The video went on and in the end she passed out again from exhaustion. Her voice whimpered in the darkness.

The Doctor helped her onto the padded chair. She tugged at cheeks and shoved a latex covered finger gently into her mouth. She had the childlike urge to suck, but she resisted enough to crack a dizzy smile instead. She sank back for a moment but then an almighty bang went off in her head.

“Where are we?”

 

He closed his eyes for a moment. Most Chinese spoke their own dialect or language. But not her, there would be no such rootedness for her. A perfect citizen of new China. A model for future cosmopolitan young women. She spoke only the most beautiful and pure Mandarin.

The naked Chinese woman shook violently then shook her head. She was confused again. This didn't feel right. Her body felt wrong. She was so small, weak, like a naked child.

“Where are we!?” She said sharply. Something was wrong.

“Be quiet dear.”

She felt his words wash over her. She closed her eyes. How satisfying.

“Open your legs.” He asked calmly.

She opened them almost immediately, revealing her shaved red slit and dark bush. She felt so vulnerable, open and... oo.. her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt a welcome tingle of pleasure from the rushing air.

“It's beautiful.” He adjusted his glasses.

She felt another stab through her brain, like a spike had cut it in two.

“What did you do to me?” She grabbed her head with both hands.

A few of the nurses and orderlies began to rise an inch out of their chairs.

“What do you mean Yan-mei?” Not again, he groaned.

“That's not my name.” She whined.

“I thought we were past this.” He shouted. “You're having another episode dear.,”

Her eyes began to strain with rage. She held her hands over her face and felt around. This wasn’t her face. These weren’t the features she recognised. She barked in English.

“You're a fucking monster. I know what you did. I have a dick and balls. I was born with a manhood.”

He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look down. “Where? You're not a man. You never will be. You have a wet fucking hole. You won’t change back unless we want you to… ”

“I’ll escape!” The American fighting for his sense of self inside was visible through her eyes

“And what? Get a sex change? You’ll never be a real man again, and you’ll be Chinese. No more white privilege for you. No…this is the best fate for you.

He then wrenched her head back up. “You shouldn't be so…” released and sighed. “Difficult”

He stared away, then a meek voice cried. “Why did you do that?” Her eyes were soft and wide, she started rubbing her neck. Her face had changed to that of a completely different person.

He bowed his head and said “It was a lapse of judgement.”

Her eyes darted to a corner and back again. If she could have run there and hid she would have. Why was he so cruel? He smiled awkwardly.

"Don't worry my dear. I just want you to have a future. You can't have a future with such... flights of fancy"

He read through the pile of magazines, occasionally repeating one of the helpful bits of advice out loud. You could buy this in Paris… hmph… surely Shanghai had it for sale. He shifted as he struggled to find a comfortable pose for her breasts. He’d figured it out, they were supplanting him. That's what all that missing time was about. There was someone deep inside him. A woman, that he was incubating. He shook his head at one of the silly stories. This was why he stayed away from cities most of his life. He only stayed in Portland because it was close to the forests. It was all less superficial than most cities.

He laughed. Who was he even talking to? The mannish whispers in his head? Himself? Ridiculous. She picked up one of the leaflets buried under the magazines caught her attention. She frowned as she read through its contents. There were horrible photos of burned villages and poverty. Suffering from disease. Dead black people… the Americans were responsible for all this? Disgusting. Undignified. Perhaps a relocation wasn’t such a bad thing.

He felt the deep rumble in his chest as he breathed in and out. Sensation slowly spread out through his body. He jumped up from the dirt and began to stretch. He felt healthy again. Not like the sick little boy he had felt like for so long. His arm and leg muscles felt powerful again, spring loaded, like he could throw down a charging bull. And... his right hand grabbed his dick and balls. He fondled them right there and then. He played and shamelessly began rubbing one out. The heft felt strange, it was if he had never owned one before, he had no idea to act. He groaned as the contractions started and sperm spewed all over the floor. Fuck that was nice. He was a man again. No doubt about it. And there was no thug in sight to hold him back.

 

His eyes pricked up. Was that giggling? He span around and looked across the crevice at the girl in the distance. She was staring from the middle of the forest. He ran after her. Maybe it was the whispers. Maybe he could get some answers. He looked around and ran towards what sounded like a river. There she was again! She was leaning on the sides of a tree, her head bowed.

He recoiled at the sight. Built into the tree was a woman’s head. Pale, with real black hair hanging down from its scalp. Its black pitted eyes were real and pierced right through him. As I stared back, a feeling of doom creeped around him.I'll put you out of your misery. He pulled back his fist and launched it straight through the face. It shattered and fell at his feet. He laughed and pointed at the pieces. He then panicked. How could he destroy something so beautiful? He needed it back. He tried to pick up the pieces but as he did so they slipped from his fingers, the ground swallowed them almost immediately. He clawed at the ground, his nails getting blacker and bloodier.

He stood up and put his hand over his mouth. I need it back? Why do I need it back? He clawed at his own face. These aren't my thoughts! I don't care about it. I don't care about it. I don't. He screamed unnaturally, his voice ascending sharply in pitch as he did so. No! I need my face back. We need our face back! His muscles began to spasm. She collapsed to the floor as the new identify overthrew the old. His thighs took on a womanly shape, and muscles instantly wasted away. His eyes went pure white and his jaw cracked off its hinges. Consciousness alluded him for a brief while as his skull began to crack open at the seams, changing into the rounded shape of a female. Morphing like a moulting insect. The raging river barely covered the snaps, grinds and gurgles ringing out around him. The sounds of a slaughterhouse.

He let out an anguished scream as his balls popped in the sack, and the sack itself melted away, being reabsorbed as new materials for the body. His featureless groin then split like a wound, and two swelling fleshy red lips pursed together. A short, neat layer of pubic hair grew around it. The entire body shook violently as a tunnel was hollowed out, along with the womb it lead to. Ovaries sprang into life. Breasts began to expand under the skin as they filled with fat and milk ducts. They bounced as her body shook again, her hips grew wide-set, while her buttocks took on fat and filled out like a cushion.

The skin began to settle over her new skull and oval shaped face. Her eyes took on their seductive upturned phoenix shape. The features were painted in, big, beautiful, brown. Her lips plumped slightly. She slid her hands down between her breasts to her stomach.

“Well done. I was worried that foreigner had you for a moment there.” Said the familiar voice. She looked up in a daze, and saw a new face growing out of the tree. Her master.

When she woke up yesterday, she felt a childlike desperation. She cried, she called out to her mother. Reached out to hold her hand. It hurt to think, she spent the day awaking and then falling back asleep, trying to remember who she was. She hugged the oversized teddy bear on her pillow. Now everything was clear. Her name was.. Yan-mei…she was born on the outskirts of Chongqing. But she had said goodbye to her family to make money with her beauty elsewhere. Sometimes when she thought about home some weird memories of a place called Oregon would pop into her head but The Doctor told her that was just a place she saw on the TV one time. Maybe it didn't even exist.

But everything was so clear in her mind, just like the air there. She had an image of a young happy city, deep blue lakes in the big big forests. Here everything was so dirty and cold. Even her room seemed like a jail. She imagined herself standing above an angry river, peeking through the trees at some deer in the distance. She wanted to walk up and hug them. To gently guide them at her side, to destinations unknown. That was what she wanted.

Then the image was shattered. Silly girl, she hasn't stepped foot in a forest for years. The only things she knew were hard cold concrete and the heavy black smog that choked your lungs and your sight. Yet she couldn't remember many other details. It was like her whole life she had been wandering lost through those smoggy streets. Friends, family? Where were they? Why didn't they come to see her if she was so ill. She groaned and pulled the quilt up to her face, burying her mouth into it.

He slapped the soldier with three hard strikes to rouse him. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned in pain. He tried to move but quickly realised he was chained to a bed.

“Can you see the woman in there soldier? She's beautiful isn't she?” The Doctor said from what sounded like behind him.

He stared through the smoky glass. She was laying up against the bed. Her innocent wide eyes were fixated on the TV, and her thick lips pursed open. Everything about her face was perfect, noble. She was playing with one side of her hair and giggling. Her seemingly endless long legs ran out in front of her. Her breasts were carefully defined by the shirt she was wearing. They were big enough a man could really hold them. The old men in his village used to call women like this honey of the heavens.

The Doctor placed one hand on the right shoulder of the soldier. “Forget everything you saw… work blind, like a mole rat. And I promise you’ll have a girl just as beautiful as her, designed to your specifications. Cheery, moody, tall or small. The woman of your dreams.”

“She would be my slave. Right?” He said.

“She would love you regardless.” The Doctor replied.

“I don't want someone to end up like this because of me.” He closed his eyes.

“Do you know what will happen if you don't accept this offer?”

“You'll kill me?” He remained expressionless.

The Doctor smiled. “I'll do the same thing I did to her. So it should be an easy choice no?”

They were going to change him? He had already lost so much of himself anyway. At least he would forget what he saw here. “It's not going to happen.” He said firmly.

The Doctor instantly shot a tranq into the soldier’s arm.

“Listen to my voice.” The trainer said, his body stood firm like a jade pillar. She laid down in front of him in the clearing.

Do you want to fuck me?” He asked.

She nodded her head. She did. She wanted it. Men like this always got what they wanted from her. She had been anticipating it since her flower opened. Her juices were flowing, her insides were squirming, it was time to show she wanted to ride on his prime bit. He watched her for a while doing nothing. Why was he being such a bastard? She needed it now. The trainer pushed her to the floor. Her arms splayed at as he let out an animalistic bellow. His wet hot breath excited her nipples and pussy instantly ran. She felt his erect penis brush against her torso. His big divine cock. For a split second, something warned her this was wrong. It was all reversed. She should be the penetrator, not the penetrated. But the first immense stroke reassured her otherwise. She relaxed as the handsome figure played with her. Her sex was a male proving ground. She would be fucked like countless women before her. He kneaded her breasts and she let out a squeal. She thought the third earthly paradise was him and her, if only for one moment. The fucking went on at a machine like pace. She was losing control of her body and her eyes began to roll upwards

She felt a thick slew of liquid caressing her insides. Then, the motion stopped, and she was left completely still. She clenched her teeth. She had been robbed. “Why?” She shouted half-way to moaning.

“You’re still just a foreigner. You don't deserve it. You only deserve my cum. There are no equal pacts between foreigners and Chinese. You will be our slaves.”

“Please. What can I do?” She said. She didn't want to be a slave anymore. She wanted to be one of them.

Her dream disintegrated, all the vibrancy lost to something more clinical. The sweet hot cum draining from her body evaporated into reality. Any lingering pleasure was silenced. She found herself on a hospital bed. The trainer looking down on her. He drained a large thick needle. No… wait… not the trainer. The Doctor. What time was it? Where did the hours go?

“Hello Yan-mei.”

“Hello” She said politely.

This will make you more of a woman, and more Chinese. You will know everything you need to be one of us. Will you take it?” He held it out. She felt sick to her stomach. She was just a worthless pleasure junkie. Always the first ones to be exterminated. The weak ones. She had taken everything they had given her just like that. It wasn't right.

“I know what you're thinking, but I’ll be honest… we are trying to cure you. Of your obvious amnesia. You were a victim of the foreigners. They beat you senseless.”

She tilted her head. The man in her dreams had told her she was broken.

“Do you remember your dreams?”

She nodded. 

“Does it feelgood to be wanted again. To not be a broken little toy. To part of the great drive forward?”

She stalled and then nodded. “In the West, specialness is a joke. Here everyone has a purpose.”

She rested the tips of her fingers on her forehead.

“Why don't you do the honours?” He said.

She snatched the needle then hovered it over arm, she tensed up with then with a gasp injected it into her own skin. She instantly buckled backwards onto the bed. Her arms and legs shook in orgasm. Her mouth curled into a self-satisfied smirk. The Doctor raised an eyebrow in amusement. There were no aphrodisiac properties in the mixture.

“That's it. All the formula.” He said with a chuckle, as he sank backwards towards the door.

“Fuck.” She screamed. She wanted to lose herself so badly for moment. Then a look of horror crept his face. What had he done? He was killing himself.

The Doctor smiled. Fighting was pointless basically. This was no magic spell or evil curse. You could not overcome these physical demons with willpower any more than you could overcome gravity. The nanobots were the closest humanity had come to magic and the metamorphosis of the Ancient Greeks. And the training program was partly responsible, but also part conscious waste.

He looked at him as if he knew what he was thinking. She slumped back on the bed. Ja…ja…. Ja…. Jak…..yak….. yake….. yanm…yak…. Yanm…. Yan-mei.

“She has an overpowering desire to submit to Chinese males. The facial characteristics. The language tones and the male pitch all combine arouse a primal response.”

The officer gave a delayed, lazy nod to the Doctor. It seemed he didn't completely understand what they were doing here. What a waste of his time this sycophant was. 

“In order to spread the Nanovirus I also included a slight attraction to other races. Decadent, of course. But this way will allow the initial converts access to high interest targets to begin with.”

One of the officers spoke up.“We don't have nearly enough converts for rapid assimilation yet… correct?”

“No, but we could…” The Doctor started.

“Absolutely not!” One of the Officers gave him a hard stare.

He groaned. “This program always had a dual purpose beyond espionage. The problem is either that we have too few women, or too many men…”

“We cannot compromise the state.” one of the other officer’s barked.

“If news of this got out…” One of the others croaked.

“We’ll crush it, like we always have.” The Doctor said.

“You know nothing of the people Doctor. We are already struggling to control information among those who have studied or travelled in the West.”

“Very well. We will need to infect their supplies then.”

“Easy enough.” The superior officer nodded.

“I don't want to hear any more of this madness.” One of them whispered to another. Let’s get out of here.” The two officers walked away.

The Doctor clenched his fists.

“What if they don't like the target?”

“How do you mean?” The Doctor replied.

“Well you know… physically.” One of the officers said.

“Well, this subject is more of a seductress. She enjoys the game… but there will be other training programs…”

The officer nodded. “Well, I'm impressed at your videos Doctors, providing it is no fluke.”

Accident? Did he think he was some charlatan conjurer?

“It is not fluke.” He gritted his teeth.

“If you say so. Don’t fail us. If our people turn against us…”

“I know I know…”

As the group left the room, he snarled.

“Who are your Family?” The doctor asked.

“My honourable mother and father are distant.” Yan-mei replied. She struggled to remember faces any more. She was a poor unfortunate girl. A farmer girl lucky enough to be invited to the big city. She had used her looks, it didn't matter. She was confident. If she worked hard she could get a good public facing job.

“Do you want a family?” He asked.

“I hope to make one with a good Chinese man.” She lifted her head up proudly.

The Doctor clapped and cracked a wiry smile. All that theory and programming condensed down to these refined responses. The new converts will be trained the same. The theory being that they would develop their own way in time. Although, the party didn't expect a beautiful tapestry of society and never had.

“And what makes a good Chinese man?”

“Love the party, love the army and love the country.” She replied hesitantly.

“How wise… but I want to hear it quicker next time.” The Doctor grinned.

Yan-mei looked back with puzzlement. Why was he asking her such common sense things?

"Let's take your measurements then." He took her hand and guided her against the wall. A quick unzip of the tape measure was followed by a friendly smile.

“Ah, five foot eight. A perfect height. Maybe even taller than many of your Western counterparts.”

He turned behind him and beckoned one of the nurses. “And now for… cup size. Hmm.. they look heavy.” He grinned hungrily. The Nurse did her job and looked between the two with a grin.

“C cups should do.”

The Doctor leered at Yan-mei’s breasts.

“Finish it up.”

As he placed a hand on Yan-mei’s right shoulder she flinched slightly. He tutted.

“You don't know how great it is to finally see some success, after so many unfortunate accidents. But I believe you will be much happier this way.”

Her face twitched. 

“Much happier.” He punctuated.

She waited obediently.

“Here I have something for you.” He handed her a little token of bison.

She held it to her eye as if appraising it and then shrugged.

“I think you know what to do with it.” He smirked.

She felt a cold burning itch in her head every time she looked at certain objects. She imagined herself staring into a glass-covered pool. It was like something was coming up for air but always hit the ceiling, always just out of her sight. She would go for a walk to clear her head. The Doctor told her she would have a friend or two soon. She hoped that they were as beautiful and fashionable as her…well, not too beautiful.

Whispers plagued her sleep that night. Not the reassuring tones of her dream lover, but ugly, judgemental tones. She woke up in a sweat. As she stared into the black screen ahead of her at the blurry reflection. It shifted into a more masculine shape. A phantom, his face twisted in torment, like he was drowning in the abyss behind the glass.

“No! I am a Chinese woman.”

His fingers scrapped against the other side of the black mirror.

“Go away Western devil. Be rid of you.”

“Please… help me..” It howled in English.

“I want you to die.” She screamed, her mouth contorting into a cruel snarl.

“You are me.” He said with her own mouth.

One of her hands began to scratch at her right breast. She willed it down.

“You want our bodies, as well as our money. Parasites” She spat on the screen. “Foreigner. Dog.”

“We are an American man. Please remember.” The man whispered desperately. “We grew up in Oregon. We had a job in Environmentalism, my dad showed me his favourite bands when I was 15. I had a girlfriend from California.”

More facts came out, this time from their shared mouth. “I didn’t like to play near the river because I thought a river monster would eat my toes. I always took cucumber sandwiches to school. I snuck out the house for my first concert and I was grounded for three weeks. I like jogging every Thursday morning. I took part in protests against the latest American president, because I love my country. ”

“That never happened!” She screamed

“Yes it did!”

She laughed mockingly. “I am stronger than you. Murderer! Your ancestors and white counterparts exploited and robbed in our country. Now I’ll murder you!” She screeched.

The man whispered again, his voice even weaker. His male id was so small now.

She grabbed her well-grown breasts and squeezed. “Would a man have these?”

“No.” He answered weakly back as his voice began more feminine.

She began rubbing her vagina.

“Would a man have this?”

“No…” He replied in her own voice.

She picked up one her high heels off the floor and heaved it through the television.

“Die foreigner! We are a woman. I am a Chinese woman. That won't change” She grabbed her breasts proudly.

The image of the man appeared in a nearby mirror. She turned to him and held her head up.

“I…uh…I…you… we… need to go home. To America… you will remember. Please remember.

“Remember what you miserable slave... That place means nothing to me.”

She pulled out the bison from the drawer. Jake shook his head. She grinned evily as she stomped on it and smashed it to pieces.

His wretched unwanted foreign face contorted in agony. His eyes began to widen and with a flash his skin burst into flame. He howled and wailed up and down until all that came to pitiful gargling. She stood with a hip cocked; the trainer smirked through her, entirely victorious.

The Doctor hammered in the final line of code for the day. The image of the trainer was based on his youthful self. A narcissistic touch, but it ensured his immortality. Every new ‘citizen’ China acquired would remember him, be thankful to him, care for him in his final years and once he was deep in the ground. He would surpass every leader of the party who came before in reverence. The father of mothers.

These new lines of code based on their recordings should expedite the process even quicker with my next subject. Wonderful. A truly invincible nanite infection was eons away… but if it did the job quick enough then he was happy.

He walked over to the mini-fridge in the corner; it was covered in silly novelty fridge magnets from a silly girl in silly places. He should toss those out some day. . A cold blast hit him and he pulled out the formula he had hidden from the rest of the team. Beauty in a jar. The room flashed red. Time for the final test. 

The soldier slapped away the mosquitoes one by one. He was going to get sick soon. He tried counting the tiles on the ceiling and as he got halfway, the door opened. They left him some filthy looking soup and some dry dumplings. He picked up the spoon and unwrapped the chopsticks. His spoon hit something in the liquid. A needle… could it be someone had taken pity? Maybe another faithful? He scrambled to shove the needle in his pockets. All he needed to do was wait.

The orderly walked robotically into the room and went to drop the tray at his feet. The soldier jabbed the needle into the orderly’s throat over and over into he was gargling his own blood. He swiped the keys and zipped in a straight line to the door. He ran to his right away from the sound of humming. Yet as he took a few steps he realised the ceiling was shaking. There were tanks being moved above him…that meant the entrance would be the other direction. As he turned a corner, he punched the guard standing there in the face and stomped on his head. Sorry, he thought. He ran around the maze of corridors until he found what looked like the exit. He opened it up and felt the rush of air on his face. No.. I can’t leave like this. If I am going to run for my life I should try to rescue that girl.

He bolted through a partially flooded corridor to where he thought the lab was. He smelled food being cooked above… which meant the canteen was to the right… back the other way. He thought.

He looked through each of the door windows. Some were blacked out, others had similar torturous moans. It was a damn monster farm. He made his way to the door at the end and burst in. The girl was sitting on the double bed reading a magazine.

“Hello soldier.” She looked at him curiously.

 

 

He grabbed her hand and dragged her up. “Where are you from?”

“Chongqing.”

“I mean… where are you really from."

“I am… used to be American..” She said curtly. Then she giggled.

“Let’s get out of here, into the woods. If we can get to Russia we can get to America and then get a boat or something.”

“I don’t think that’s very smart… I don’t want to die.” She mewled. “Traitors are punished.”

“Whatever they plan to do with you, believe me, dying is probably better. We need to leave China. I cannot bear these horrible things my government are doing.”

“But the country is making great progress. Surely it is worth it.”

“If it is, I didn’t see much of it. Wouldn’t need to join the army for a tiny wage otherwise.”

She stared at him.

"Don’t you want to be free?”

She closed her eyes and seemed to imagine being elsewhere. She nodded and held his hand with a tight grip.

He ran face first into another soldier. He grabbed his head and immediately gave him a head-butt. He stole his knife and sighed. They stepped over him and kept running to the surface. As they ran out into the cold night he made a beeline for the fence. He began sawing away at a weak spot with the knife.

“Come on come on” He whispered. The fence was weak, but the knife was still weaker.

She folded her arms with a worried look. He looked around and saw there was a jeep nearby. He could drive it straight through that barricade.

“We’re in for a bit of a rough ride.” He hurried her along to the jeep and pushed her in. They left it unlocked.

He started the gas and switched the headlights on. Two guards had already noticed the disturbance but seemed hesitant to shoot. It was all he needed and he drove straight between them and bust straight through the barricade. They didn’t talk for the next twenty minutes as they drove to wood overlooking the river. He parked as close he could and motioned her out.

“What’s America like?” She said. Holding her palm against her forehead.

“I heard you can earn as much money as you want and say what you want. Who knows really.” Their chances of getting there or Russia were pathetically slim. Perhaps South Korean was better, they would take anyone.

“Surely there is a speedboat or something.” He realised he was walking but no footsteps were follow behind.

“Come on we need to leave!” He shouted back.

She smirked, even in the darkness her face seemed to change. “But I don’t want to leave China.”

She rushed up to him and dragged his clothing.

“It’s true what you said. He is a traitor! He needs to be punished! Take him. Take him now!” She screamed in hysterics.

A legion of flashlights turned on around them. They enclosed on him and threw punches and kicks from every angle until he was on his knees.

“Blood sucker” She screeched.

The Doctor laughed as he emerged from the brow in the woods. “

How sloppy do you think I am? Keys to the whole building just given to any old orderly? Laughable. Your contribution to my experiment has been very valuable however”

He gave a pained betrayed look to Yan-mei. She just returned an arrogant smirk back.

She brushed her hair back with a quick cruel movement. "American. Free? So delusional."

As the soldier slumped to the floor, the Doctor grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards him.

“There are perhaps three billion men on this planet. It was a mistake, your birth as one. Your birth in the West, a mistake. You have truly proved your devotion.”

She smiled and raised her head proudly.

“You deserve a family name. Zhang, rather pretty I think.”

“I love it. Nation first.” She said.

“Nation first.” He replied.

The soldier let out a tormented shout, a splattering of spit accompanying it. “Fuck your mother.”

“Aya. Let's see if we can't get rid of some of that testosterone.” He prepared the tranquilliser.

The soldier turned his head to the side, his lips curled back

“I'm sorry soldier. It's for the good of the country, it really is.” The Doctor said while draining the needle.

“What are you going to do to me?” The soldier said.

“You should know, at least the formula should work better on a member race. It will be quicker, and there will be less… pain.” He carried on. The needle sunk in through his flesh. Sedatives rushed straight to his head. No, no. He had to fight it. He was to be married and live to a ripe age. He was age… married…

He felt a bang go off in his skull, like a horse had kicked him in the head. Drool began trickling out of his mouth. The Doctor patted him on the head. His consciousness slowly started to dwindle away. At least he would forget now…

She dragged her finger down over her bottom lip and gave her reflection a confident but cute smirk. She had chosen a scarlet dress with some tasteful gaps in the right places. She had considered wearing a cheongsam but nothing in the storage had a pattern she liked. Lustful red shade lipstick was the choice naturally. She was told these men were very important and impressing them would ensure her future.

 

The women stood side by side. They pouted and posed for the group of men watching, who all the while stood smirking at the former men. They exchanged cruel laughs and they watched the women prance and strut. They all knew what they were. Foreigners, traitors, future deniers. But now, just a harem of bitches.

Particular attention was given to one former soldier, who was prancing around in a sexy army uniform.

“Heard that one tried to sell secrets to the Americans.” One of them whispered.

“Good riddance. Dr Gao deserves a prize for recycling such garbage.”

 

Zhang Yan-mei was happy when with other women. They made her giddy and excited. She just wanted to jump up and down and hug them. She blew kisses from her crimsoned lips at the audience. She did a couple of twirls and showed off her slender neck. She was a natural, just like her mother always told her. She knew how to wear beautiful things. She was so proud to be up front of all these powerful and patriotic men. The fact they could make anyone disappear with a click of their fingers made her pussy salivate.

“Do you want us to show you our Chinese spirit?” She shouted.

“Yes! Show us.” They laughed.

Music started up and they began a dance in formation. It was called Chinese pop, but there was little in it they could call traditional. The men hollered and leered.

“I’ll take her, and her, and her…” One of them said as he patted another on the back.

“How much did they pay you traitors? I’ll pay double for you to fuck me” One shouted.

The women made naughty pouts and wagged their fingers. Doctor Gao stood by the side and adjusted his glasses with a smirk.

 

 

She laid on the bed a cigarette clutched between two fingers, a sleek black dress draped over her body. The gold rings and diamond necklaces were nothing to sneeze it. All authentic. She could buy her own house if she sold them. Her would-be lover was in the shower. He was a party member who had plenty of prestige and looks to go with it, and he had been enamoured upon seeing her at an exhibition.

The Doctor told her that he now had more patients to deal with. He wrapped her in a bow and sold her on. He told her she had a great purpose. Sometimes that seemed true, but then she thought he was silly. Why did she need to be sold if she was so special? Her only purpose to give some man lots of fat beautiful babies.. She was hoping for a tremendous fuck tonight actually. He certainly deserved one. He had used all his wealth to buy everything she asked for. She had all she ever needed. He had also promised her some kind of special job that would put her beauty to good use.

She asked for a holiday to USA too, but he said they would never set foot there. She shook her head and giggled. She wasn't even sure why she asked in the first place really.

He popped his head out the bathroom. “This outfit will look great. Just wait a few more minutes.”

She pouted. “I can't wait for your transformation handsome.” He smiled and ducked away.

She looked out to the neon skyline of the megacity.

“So pretty.”

Her attention failed after a few seconds and she sighed. She was so horny. Could she really wait the whole night? She just needed to wait and be silent. When he came out, her eyes would shrink, and she would pull back slightly, and then he gave her one of his wolf like stares. Then he would pounce and she would lie back and let him enjoy himself.

He came out dressed in a dinner jacket and a white silk shirt that make him look like an Arab. She opened her legs slightly and then stared him straight in the eyes. She frowned with disappointment.

“Can't we do something else tonight?” She smirked at the corner of her mouth.

“We could just go to a private bar I suppose. I have my favourites. We can get in anywhere though.”

She pushed her chest out a bit.

“I wasn't thinking of something here” She smiled playfully and rested her head to the side.

“How about the movie stream? There might be something better than the usual Superhero nonsense.”

Seriously? Is he gay? She thought with a groan. We’ll never make babies this way. Just my luck… but I shouldn’t question my man.

“I suppose the party function is fine.” She frowned.

“Excellent.” He fiddled with a watch and some cuffs and held up one finger before running off back to the bathroom. She could just ask him… but then he would think she was slut. He doesn't want it yet. Maybe he didn’t want her? Was she not a model Chinese woman? She would maybe get thrown on the streets. He would take all her beautiful jewellery and dresses. She would never find the Doctor again. She pouted and slapped the bed in frustration.

The Doctor folded his arms.

“Now that you formula is a success we could open some more of your camps.” The minister said.

“Perhaps even dens within the bigger cities of the United States and Europe themselves with the support of our communities there.” The officer nearby added.

The Doctor inclined his head slightly…

“We’ll trial it, on some of the more anonymous and useless members of society. Perhaps one day we can even include some party members there. I have a few people in mind actually…”

She kissed the head of his penis and then went to sucking. She had to give it the attention it deserved. Now this was a real tiger of a man. His face was so fierce and sharp looking and hmmm… his cock was so heavy and thick.

“Just what I need after a hard day. My job is so stressful...”

She looked up at him with her doe eyes as she worked the shaft harder.

“Being around beautiful women all day and not getting to screw them.” He looked down and brushed her face affectionately.

She had finally gotten that party member to screw her… but he was useless at it. They tried for months and she was always left so unsatisfied. His jībā was like a feather. She always had to finish herself quickly afterwards and there were no cute babies in sight. Perhaps that's why he waited so long. He knew he couldn't provide or satisfy. Well, he was so busy with his job now he probably wouldn't notice his trophy wife’s little outings. As long as she gave him occasional access to her pussy.

“Yeeeess.” He growled. Then his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his milk spewed into her mouth and down her throat. He pulled out and let his nerves quiver, a wave of relaxation spread throughout his body. She swallowed the cum and let out a sweet gasp.

She met the model at a party function where he was one of the honoured guests. She was so drunk and desperate for a real man that his deep voice alone was making her wet. It was like torture.

“Alright, a second round.”

She pushed her ass up so he could slide into either hole easily. She smiled as he she waited. He slapped her ass for a quick bit of foreplay and then moved in for the kill. He pushed open her lips and her insides began to tighten in response. Her body felt like it was going to shatter as he rammed in and out, She struggled to catch her breath. Her pussy stretched to accommodate it all. It was so warm. He was so controlled. Maybe he’d been in porn before modelling. Oh heavens. He’s hitting my little button. She was going to come before him. Her tits pressed against the bed. She let out so more moans of painful pleasure and bucked her hips. It was… oh fuck… he was stuffing her. He fucked like an animal until the moment came that seemed to stretch on to infinity. She moaned like a little bitch. He pulled out and left a thick necklace of pearls on her ass.

 

 

She kissed him and waved him off. She masturbated once more before falling asleep. After getting dressed in the morning, she awoke to her ‘husband’ in a dressing gown. They sat eating some fruit and cereal and then he grinned.

“My dear. About that work I mentioned…”

“Huh?” She cocked her head.

“I know a senior fellow in the ministry of propaganda. I think he would be really interested in a… babe like you.”

She smiled, finally, a chance to serve her country.

Blaring trumpets and drums followed a small fanfare.

“China is a loving place! An accepting place! We treat all our brothers and sisters of the world equally.” Yanmei said sternly.

“But we will not be victims anymore! Treat China well, and China will treat you well back!

Intense Chinese traditional music begins to play.

“Women don’t wait. A career won’t look after you when you get old.

“America has failed. Their empire will crumble within the next few decades. Their people clamber for the aid of China. Americans will be a footnote in history. Join us.”

She took in a sharp breath, and repeated.

“Join us.”