"Tsk tsk, what a fine female body. It's clear you take good care of yourself. You've borne a child, yet you look like an unmarried woman!"
"Hmph, you sleazy creep. Is this the only way you can evaluate a woman's body, with such vulgar words?"
"Regardless, you're my captive now. I can dominate and control every part of you as I please!"
"Ugh... aren't you afraid of the consequences of kidnapping me?"
"Consequences? What a joke. The Black Cross has never feared any consequences."
Sylvia let out rapid, shallow breaths as she glared furiously at this sleazy man, watching him tear the ruined stockings from her body bit by bit. In no time, she was reduced to a completely naked beauty. The thought of her bare body being exposed to a strange man for the first time filled her with unprecedented shame and rage that coursed through her entire being.
Out of instinct, she began hurling insults and mockery at this repulsive man, but all she received in return were his dismissive sneers and grunts. After a while, Faulkner walked over to a nearby workbench, tinkered with something, and then returned to Sylvia's side. The sensation of being grabbed by a strange man made her feel utterly humiliated, furious, and violated in a way she'd never experienced before. But it was all in vain. Her mouth was soon stuffed with a red gag ball, secured with a strap behind her head, rendering her unable to make a sound.
"Quite the tough one, aren't you? As expected of a senior official from the West nation's intelligence agency. Do you really think a mere glare can change anything? Keep dreaming."
"Next, I'll be conducting some brainwashing modifications on you. After all, we've already extracted all the intelligence we needed from you earlier. As for the method, it's a bit cruel, but I'm sure it's within your expectations. The Black Cross never shows mercy to spies."
Faulkner's face twisted into an even more repulsive leer as he grinned lasciviously. Sylvia, now seated on a machine, had the shackles on her legs removed, only for them to be replaced by restraints designed to hold a woman's legs in place, preventing any movement. At the same time, her pale, slender arms were forcibly raised, revealing armpits covered in reddish-brown hair that emitted a strong, pungent sweat odor.
Seeing this, Faulkner shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't fathom that this woman's armpits could harbor so much hair. But soon, he grabbed a sharp razor and a can of shaving foam, spraying the foam under her armpits. Under her fearful gaze, he began shaving away the hair with the razor. The intense shame turned Sylvia's face bright red. She wanted to dodge this sleazy man's degrading actions on her body, but the cold sensation of the blade against her skin forced her to submit and let him clean up the unruly hair under her arms.
A few minutes later, as the last strands of reddish-brown armpit hair were shaved away, a cool sensation spread through her body, making her shiver again.
"Look at that, all nice and clean now. Next up is the physical and mental experimentation on you, you little bitch."
"Bastard, who are you calling a bitch?!"
"Hahaha, still putting on airs even as a captive?"
"Why don't I show you what's become of someone you know?"
"What?!"
With the sound of approaching footsteps, a woman with short white hair covering one eye walked in.
Her face was painted with seductive, garish makeup dripping with lewdness: purple eyeshadow, heavy pink blush, and bright red lipstick that made her look utterly vulgar.
She wore a silk evening gown with a high degree of exposure, doing little to conceal her obviously modified, large, bell-shaped breasts.
Her gown had a deep V-neck that showed off the space between her breasts. It was a bold look that stood out.
The dress also had a high slit, letting you see her legs. She wore shiny nude pantyhose on her thighs and silver high heels that added a fancy touch.
What Sylvia found even harder to accept was the overpowering stench of female musk emanating from this woman's body.
After a brief moment of shock, Sylvia's face was soon overtaken by deep astonishment.
Her words stumbled, and her eyes grew tense.
"What... What did you do to Miss Fiona?!"
"What did I do? Simple. She arrived here much earlier than you, about six months ago, I'd say."
"She naively thought she could defeat me, the 'evil' in her eyes, but clearly, she underestimated my preparations."
"Now, she's paid the price for her arrogance and recklessness."
"Damn you... you bastard! Do you just love turning women into these vulgar things?!"
"Vulgar? I don't think so. On the contrary, I find women like this very much to my taste."
"Alright, you bitch slut Fiona, why don't you show your old acquaintance what you've become?"
"Hehe, of course. Fiona can't wait to show off."
With a rustling sound, Fiona, without hesitation, began peeling off her flimsy evening gown under Sylvia's gaze.
Her top came off, showing big breasts with large pink nipples that sagged a bit because they were so heavy.
The pale breasts had big nipples that were now dark, almost black, and looked bold and wild.
When the gown was gone, she shook her round, firm buttocks at Sylvia. They were shaped perfectly, like something sculpted.
On one butt cheek, there was a big black rose tattoo that stood out.
Then she turned to face Sylvia directly. Sylvia, shocked, saw between her legs.
She wore a tiny white lace thong that barely covered anything.
The thick patch of white pubic hair couldn't be contained by such scant fabric and spilled out, exposed to the air.
Even with the glossy nude pantyhose, it did nothing to hide the lascivious display of her lower body before her former superior.
"Hehe, we meet again, dear Madam Sylvia."